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Just me. Finally just me.
She wraps around me and when I push inside, we both groan. The angle is perfect, deep, hitting spots that make her eyes roll back.
"Fuck, you feel incredible." I start to move, hips snapping forward. "So wet. So tight. Taking me so perfectly."
"Luca." Her head falls back against the tile, exposing that throat. "God, you're so deep."
"Good. Want you to feel me everywhere, want you to be marked by me, by all of us." I drive into her harder, one hand braced against the wall, the other gripping her ass and holding her exactly where I want her. "I want you to remember this tomorrow. Remember how good we make you feel. How perfect you are. How much we want you."
Tomorrow. Fuck. Tomorrow she's gone.
"I will. I am. It's so—oh God, right there?—"
I adjust slightly and hit that spot that makes her cry out. "Here? This the spot?"
"Yes, yes, don't stop, please don't stop?—"
"Never." I'm pounding into her now, the sound of skin slapping against wet skin echoing off the tile. "Come for me, beautiful. Want to feel you squeeze my cock. Want to hear you scream my name."
"I'm so close?—"
"I know. Can feel you. Getting so tight around me." I slide my hand between us and find her clit, pressing hard. "Come. Now."
She detonates, crying out so loud I'm sure the entire floor can hear. Her pussy clenches around me rhythmically and I lose it, coming with a roar of her name and my orgasm slamming through me.
Mine. Fuck, mine. Even just for today.
We stay frozen like that, both shaking, water still pounding down. Then I carefully lower her and make sure her legs will hold her.
They barely do.
"You okay?" I brush soaked hair from her face.
"Perfect." She's flushed, glowing, wrecked.
I kiss her, soft this time. "You're incredible. So fucking incredible."
I wash her hair again, take my time, make sure she's clean and steady. We dry off with those ridiculously soft towels.
When we come out, James and Leo are still in bed, waiting and watching.
"Good shower?" James asks, amused.
"The best." I guide Rebecca back to bed.
She crawls between them and I follow, all of us tangling together.
"What time do we have to check out?" Rebecca asks sleepily.
"Eleven," Leo says. "We've got a few hours."
"Good." She yawns. "Because I need a nap before facing the real world again."
Real world. Checkout. Leaving.
"Sleep now," James says, pulling the covers over us. "We'll figure out the real world later."
She drifts off quickly, safe between us.
