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GILLIAN

ONE MONTH LATER…

The warm water runs over my shoulder and chest as I press the bottom of my foot against the glass shower door as Axel presses himself inside me. “Oh god,” I whisper.

He bites down on his upper lip, an effective gag so he doesn’t moan too loudly.

I hug my arms around his neck tightly and push my face against his slick neck. The shower water continues to wash over us, making the communion of our bodies that much more intense. In the heat of July, it’s one of the only ways we don’t get sweaty while having sex.

Not that I mind the sweat. However, a shower plus sex kills two birds with one stone.

Axel tilts my chin back and hungrily kisses me, his plush ruby lips caressing mine. His tongue lashes into my mouth; I can’t help but groan and lash back.

His hands slide down to my ass, grabbing all that he can, forcing our parts together so tightly I’m not sure he can go any deeper. I squeal at the pleasure and immediately throw my hand against my mouth.

Axel stops and looks me in the eye warily. “Careful…”

“Couldn’t help it,” I whisper. Stella is downstairs with Lola, but who knows where that little girl wanders off to sometimes? Better safe than sorry.

He smiles back at me, taking the moment to catch his breath, chest heaving up and down. His hair is completely wet, sending rivers of water down his neck. “Can you handle it, Gill?”

“I can handle it. Now, hurry up, we don’t have much time,” I murmur.

Axel starts to laugh, but I cut him off with a kiss. The clock is counting down quicker than I’d like and I want to get an orgasm in before I get ready.

Luckily, with Axel, I can always count on that.

Axel pins my hands against the wall and drops his mouth to my collarbone, nipping and sucking. I bite the inside of my cheek and make sure to take measured breaths. It’s getting harder to stay quieter as his cock drives deep into me, even harder when he starts twisting one of my nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Axel,” I mutter as quietly as I can.

“Shhh.”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs and begins to thrust his hips harder.

I rest my head against the shower wall, relishing the water as it rushes over my face, just as I feel pleasure starting to run through my veins. “Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, oh, oh.” I pulse my hips with each utterance, the last one coming out strained and high pitched.

Axel pounds into me, huffing like a wild animal against my shoulder.

I put my fist in my mouth and bite down just in time. An orgasm snaps inside me, somehow pulling Axel deeper. The fist works as a perfect buffer for my trembling whimper of pleasure.

Axel claps his hands against my ass and thrusts just twice more before he comes, pressing his lips tightly together so the guttural groan is contained.

I push my mouth against his ear, let him hear my heavy breaths as we both come down from the height of pleasure. The only sound for a few moments is the water rushing down the shower walls. Axel rests his forearms on the wall along either side of my head and kisses my cheek, slowly, longingly.

I run my hands up and down his sides, muscles slick with water and soap residue. “Mmm…let’s do that again,” I say.

Axel chuckles and kisses the side of my head before sliding out of me, his cock growing soft. “Have to save some for later, Gillian.”

The trick with us is we never save anything for later because it’s constant. The need…the desire…I feel it all the time. I pout my lower lip out. “Ax…”

“Don’t pout. We’ve got a party to get to. Come on.”

Axel steps out of the shower before I can stop him, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around himself.

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