Page 147 of Steeling Her
The truth is, neither did I. I didn’t want to let go of her either afterwards. It was satisfying to have her that night, even if it was unexpected.
I almost wanted to go again and again and again because of the addictive rush I felt with her, but I knew she’d be tender after it. Which also meant that I needed to care for her, Like what I’m doing now.
That smile of hers pulls me back to reality. I couldn’t help but stare at her succulent lips. I really want a taste but I know she needs to get warm first.
“The shower is nice and hot for you when you’re ready,” I inform her, watching the steam rise and the mirror fog up in my peripheral vision. “I’ll be in my room when you’re finished with some clothes for you.” I begrudgingly make my way back into my room but then I get stopped by her sweet voice.
“Do you want to join me?” she asks innocently. I freeze right between the two rooms, under the door frame that needs to be refurbished. This house has gone to shit, no thanks to us; everything needs to be redone and repainted. There’s a ton of mold that can’t be healthy to breathe in every day, hence why the windows are constantly open. “Nick?” I then realize how silent I became after her first question.
I clear my throat and spin around on my heel to stare at her. Still enveloped in that white towel that’s not mine or hers, her bright blue doe eyes pleads to me. How can I say no to her? How can I say no to that look she’s giving me?
As if she could sense my hesitation, she drops the towel to give me a frontal view of her perfect, naked body. I inhale sharply as I look at her beauty, allowing my eyes to roam around the skin that I’ve missed against mine. The way the beads of water shine back at me, enticing me to come to her, and how her wet skin looks makes it look immaculate. It’s like art, and you know what they say about art; it should be placed up against the wall. Watching her body sway as she walks into the shower alone, Carter slips behind the glass doors, leaving me with only a blurry silhouette of her. It takes me all of one second to decide what to do.
I get a move on and slip the rest of my drenched clothes off me. Kicking them up into my hands, I place them into the sink to allow the water to drain. I do the same with her clothes. I’ll toss them in the drier later on when she’s asleep.
Sliding the doors back to display her gorgeous self once again, I can feel my heart thumping against my ribcage. I’m having a moment where my body where itches for her—desires to touch her. I swallow when she turns to gaze at me over her shoulder, relaxing underneath the warm water. Her eyes show a lot of warmth that draws me closer and closer. I step in closer to her, and she brings her head underneath the showerhead, washing the makeup residue off her face with the bar of soap sitting on the rack hanging on the wall by her head.
Hot steam gathers around us, rising to make our visions blurry. I feel a slight shiver, making me edge quicker to her for some warmth of my own. I wrap my arms around her frame, drawing her flush with my naked body. I feel the hot water burn my skin at first and later become accustomed to it. Letting the water trickle down our bodies, I brush my lips behind her ear and make her sigh. She rests her body against me for some support.
Both her hands lay on mine that are wrapped around her, stroking them.
“So, we’re official?” She leans her head back against my shoulder.
“Yeah. We’re official,” I respond. “How do you feel about it? You okay?” I ask her and she nods, rotating her head around so she’s at the same level as my lips. I kiss her, resting my lips on her warm skin.
“I’m happy. Really, really happy.” She laughs like she can’t believe it. Neither can I. She’s my first girlfriend, and although I was going to ask her tonight when we were alone, it accidentally slipped out to shut both Erin and Maya up for good. I also made the decision to block them on everything. My phone, social media, etc. Everything. It needed to be done, I’ve had enough of their games.
I’m done with them and their drama.
“I’m glad you are. I’m happy too.” I smile on her skin. “I’m really happy with you, Carter.” I begin to play with the skin on her stomach. Brushing my tips across her delicate skin causes her to react, and tiny bumps to rise along her skin despite being in a steaming-hot shower; especially when I threaten to go lower. Her hips move towards my hand, allowing it to drop and drift to her core.
“I’m really happy with you too, Nick.” She releases breathless sigh. Throwing her head back even further, she gets high off the atmosphere we’re creating. She likes it when I trace on her skin. It’s good to see that. She wants me just as much as I want her.
Remember when I said she was a work of art that deserves to be on the wall? Well, I took that literally and spun her around. Gathering the back of her thighs, I lift her up and pin her against the tiles on the wall, my erection against her juicy hot core.
Breathing hard against each other, I want nothing more than to take her. The urge is too much—far too much right now. Thinking quick, I pull her over and open the doors, reaching into the drawer by the sink knowing I have one condom there.
“I need you now, Carter,” I moan, rummaging my hand around the drawer until I feel a box that has already been open. She responds by starting to kiss my neck. I need to fist my hand to control myself or I’ll forget about the condom altogether. “I really need you now,” I whisper as I reach for the foil and pull it into my hold. Slamming the door shut once again, I silently thank God. I still had one accessible for us right now.
Multitasking isn’t one of my skills, but right now, it’s my main priority. With her in one arm and the condom in my other, I rip the condom open with my teeth and place it along my stiff length, dropping the oil onto the floor of the shower, allowing the water to pull it along to the drain where it hovers.
“Be gentle,” she whispers at how fast this is all going. So, I slow down and smile at her to make her feel at ease.
“I will always be gentle with you,” I promise her. Staring into her baby blue hues, I tell her that I would never hurt her. I would never want to hurt her, ever. “I won’t hurt you, Carter.” I affirm to her and watch her nod at me. “We can take it slow like last time, I’m sorry if you felt it was a bit rushed. I was just excited,” I say truthfully.
She giggles as she blinks down at Junior that is poking up between her lower lips, then she brings her gaze back up to me. I’m fascinated by her laugh. Her laugh is the best sound in the entire world, easily. But the sight of my dick between her slick folds is what nearly has me nutting.
“I can see that.” Her arms wrap tighter around my neck, drawing me in for a chastising kiss. I groan, sending some vibrations rippling through her. Deepening the kiss even further, we make out for a little while with the hot water trails down my back. I grind along her lower lips, wanting it to slip in. I can now understand why she likes really hot showers. It feels so good.
I then remember the number of cold showers I’ve had to take because of her. The number of times I’ve had to release myself between these walls because of her. Now, I’m about to dominate her in the shower.
I’m about to make her cum hard.
Real hard.
Blackout hard.
I gently place my tip at the entrance of her core, nudging it in little by little, making her feel comfortable and allow her constricted channel to adjust to me. She’s still so fucking tight. Clamping down around me, I can feel myself rise, and I’m not even fully inside her.
