Page 51 of Taming Her

The cold shower wall collided with her shoulders, and he dipped a little to line up his erection with her entrance.

“Griff,” she gasped into his mouth.

“I take responsibility for your pleasure very seriously,” he said hoarsely, water cascading down his face. “So get ready to come… hard.”

A shiver of anticipation gripped her belly and her pussy clenched.

He pushed in, a determined drive to full depth, filling her exquisitely and dragging a cry from her chest.

He caught the sound in his mouth, kissing her with enthusiasm, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

Her pussy fluttered around his cock.

He shoved in a little more, grinding his body over her clit.

She clasped him tighter with her legs and her arms. She was so full of him. He’d sated one longing, for the kiss, and replaced it with another. Now she wanted that hard orgasm… now.

He appeared just as eager for it, and set up a wild pace, thrusting in and out of her, sliding her up the wet shower wall.

She curled her toes, the pressure building so fast. Each time he hit full depth he gave her clitoris a long, dragging press with his body. So damn good. Just the right spot.

She moaned around his kisses, reached for his hair and filled her fingers with it. She was nearly there; the raging orgasm trying to break free had almost won its battle.

“Come,” he gasped. “I want to… feel you come… around my… cock.”

“Yes. Yes.” She held her breath, every muscle tensed. The pleasure harnessed was on the precipice of breaking free.

And then it did. She cried out, a feral screech that echoed around the shower cubicle. Her pussy plunged into a serious of wild spasms, hugging his cock like a fist.

“Ah, fuck, yeah,” he growled, grinding over her clit all the harder.

She cried out again; the pleasure was extreme, the relief of the orgasm intense. She released his hair and dragged her nails over his wet shoulders and down his back.

He plunged higher, deeper. Buried his neck against the side of her head and came. A long, full-body shudder went through him, and his groan was low and primitive.

Ava held him closer, feeling small in his big arms as intense pleasure burst from him.

He clasped her ass cheeks, fingers digging in.

She whimpered, every feeling, every touch was so intense.

When he finally stilled, he raised his head and stared at her.

“Have we…” she managed breathlessly, “ever done it in the shower before?”

The right side of his mouth tilted into a devilishly sexy grin. “No, I don’t think so, but it won’t be the last time.”

She giggled and he kissed her again.

A minute later he withdrew and gently lowered her feet to the shower tray. Wordlessly he took a creamy shower gel, filled his palms, and carefully rubbed her all over with it, covering her body in suds.

Ava stood there, her heart rate returning to normal, and relished every second of care he bestowed on her. Yes, he wanted to fuck her, that was obvious, but he really did seem to want to look after her too. In a good way, not ‘an agreeing with everything she said’ way. And she liked that. She couldn’t get away with acting up. He was powerful, steadfast, and smart.

Exactly what she needed?

Certainly that’s what he thought.

Finally he rinsed her off, then stepped out of the shower and held the towel open. “Here.”

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