Erik stares at me for a few moments before kissing me again.
Then he turns and carefully presses me against the tiled shower wall, using one hand to cushion my back. His other palms my butt, holding me up one-handed, which is truly the sexiest thing ever.
I’d love Erik even if he wasn’t crazy strong and covered with muscles. But having a boyfriend who can easily support me like this is pretty darn awesome. And?—
He pulls halfway out of me and then plunges deep again, filling me.
My inner walls convulse around him. My thighs shake. My belly quivers.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so damn good. Being so deep—” He pulls out and thrusts home again. “Oh, fuck, Tate. It’s like you’re made for me. Like I’m made for you.”
I wrap my legs around his waist. Squeeze my inner muscles around him.
Erik’s head falls back, exposing tendons tight with the strain of holding himself back.
I can feel him throbbing hard, so impossibly thick, every drag of his slick heat against my sensitized skin bringing me even closer to the edge.
Electricity sparks through me, tensing my muscles and constricting my chest.
My breath comes in uneven pants as Erik thrusts faster. Harder. As he tilts my hips to change the angle of them again, hitting that magical spot.
I’m making noises I’ve never made before Erik. Moans. Whimpers. His name spills from my lips over and over.
As ecstasy builds, I groan, “Oh, Erik, I’m so close. Oh, please, I need?—”
But he doesn’t need me to tell him. He just knows.
“Yes,” he replies roughly.“Yes.”
And then he plunges deep again.
Bottoms out.
Hits that spot.
His mouth comes to my neck and sucks.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my skin. “I love you Tate. Fuck, I love you so much.”
And that’s the spark that lights the fuse.
The fuse that sets off an explosion behind my eyes. A supernova of heat and light.
My body convulses around him.
My eyes slam shut.
My heart thunders in my head.
I forget to breathe.
“Fuck, Tate. Oh, fuck. Yes.”
Moments later, Erik flies into the stars along with me.
Pulsing hot and intense inside me. Filling me.
His arms come around me, locking my body to his.