Steam from the shower clouds around, wrapping us in a warm, intimate fog that blurs everything but each other. I snake my arms around her waist and lift her, pressing her body against mine to stand under the water. Intentions to wash her go out the window with her bare breasts brushing against my chest, and instead, I crash my mouth to hers. As the water falls over us in a veil, my tongue devours her, hands cupping her jaw, completely consuming her.
Her hands eagerly drag down my chest before she grips my cock. I moan into her mouth, her touch is almost too much, enough to make me lose my goddamn mind.
I’m always controlled, always thinking one step ahead, but with Ellie I want to be daring and let go of all the hard-held restraint. I want to lose myself in her and never come out.
She strokes my cock with one hand and caresses my balls with the other, squeezing her thighs while she does it.
“Is your pussy craving me, querida mía? Aching to be filled?”
“Yes,” she breathes. Her eyes snap to mine, so beautifully clear.
“You’re going to have to wait just a little longer,” I tell her as I swipe a finger between her soaking slit. “I’m taking my time with you. I didn’t wait this long for a quick fuck.”
She pumps me faster, firmer. “What if I want a quick fuck?”
I laugh, and press a soft peck to her lips. “You’re not the kind of woman who would ever be satisfied with quick.” I let my hands smooth down her soft skin and our gazes meet, her lashes heavy with water droplets. Time doesn’t feel real, nothing feels real, there’s only her. The sexy smile she was wearing fades, arms dropping to her sides.
I gather her face in my hands. “How did I ever live without you?”
Her throat bobs, lips rolling with nerves, but her stare never wavers. “The same way I did. Like something was always missing.”
I brush my thumbs over her cheekbones, my chest tightening at the truth in her voice. “If we do this, there’s no going back. So, I need you tell me right now if you want to stop.” She’s quiet, simply staring back at me. “Ellie girl, do you want this?” I rest my forehead against hers. “I’m going to need your words, because I won’t survive waking up tomorrow with you full of regret.”
Seconds pass, each one like a pinch to my heart. She closesher eyes and nods her head against mine. “I want this—I want you. All of you.”
I inhale deeply. “And what about tomorrow? And the day after that?”
My breath stills in my chest, preparing for the pain of her rejection.
“Everyday,” she says softly.
She straightens and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing a featherlight kiss to my lips.
“You should step out and go wait for me in the bedroom.”
Her lips quirk up. “Are you kicking me out?”
Even though I need her to leave, my hands can’t stop touching her, trailing around her body, keeping her pressed against me. I need her to be stronger, and disentangle.
“I need to shower and you’re too tempting, all I want to do is bury my cock inside you.”
She laughs, a sexy smile splitting her face. “You’re the one who dragged me in here, with promises to wash me, and now you’re trying to make me leave.” Her hands slide up my shoulders and wrap around my neck. “A little rusty in the seduction department, huh?”
I groan, my head dropping to her shoulder as her fingers toy with the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her laugh softens, turning into a hum that vibrates against my chest. "I can’t help myself." She leans back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"So, what's it going to be? Are you kicking me out, or are you going to be a good boy and wash me?”
With one swift motion, I turn us under the spray of the shower, water cascading over her as her gasp turns into a laugh. My mouth captures hers, silencing any more teasing words.
She laughs against my lips.
The water pours over us, warm and soothing as it runsdown her body. I reach for the soap, lathering it in my hands, never taking my eyes off her. Her teasing smirk has softened, turning more tender, more intimate, and it makes my chest tighten.
"Turn around," I murmur, my voice low.
She hesitates, her gaze holding mine for a moment before she complies, turning her back to me. My hands find her shoulders first, gliding the suds across her skin in slow, deliberate strokes. She shivers under my touch, and I can't tell if it's the temperature of the water or me that's making her tremble.
