I stroke him under the hot spray, watching his mouth part, his head tip back slightly as I work him with both hands. The soap makes everything slippery, smooth, easy. I pump him slow, then fast, then slow again, teasing him just like he did me.
He groans. “Lila.”
I lick a droplet from my bottom lip. “Yeah?”
“You keep that up, I’m not going to make it out of this shower.”
“I’m not trying to get out.”
He surges forward suddenly, crowding me against the wall, his mouth at my ear, his cock hard between us, slick and hot against my belly.
“I should make you beg for it,” he murmurs. “After what you just did to me.”
I grin, arching against him. “Maybe I want to.”
His hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me just enough for me to feel the press of him against my entrance.
But he doesn’t push in.
He just holds me there, water pounding down over both of us, his cock twitching against me, his voice ragged at my ear.
“You want it again?”
My fingers curl around his neck. “Yes.”
He grinds against me once, hard enough to make my breath catch.
“Then turn around.”
I turn around.
The tile is slick under my palms as I brace myself against the wall. The water beats down over my shoulders, hot and steady. I feel him move in behind me—one hand dragging down my back, the other gripping my hip as he lines himself up.
“Ready?” he says, low.
“God, yes.”
He slides in slow and thick, and the stretch makes me whimper.
I push back into him instinctively, my hips meeting his, and he curses under his breath. His hand slides around my waist, holding me there as he drives in again—deeper this time, smoother now that the water slicks everything between us.
The angle’s perfect.
Every thrust hits that spot inside me that makes my breath shatter. I flatten my palms against the tile, my thighs already shaking, my mouth falling open.
“Fuck—Ethan?—”
“You feel that?” he growls. “How tight you are?”
I nod, barely able to speak.
His hips start to move faster, controlled and hard, his chest pressed to my back, his breath hot at my neck. The slap of skin on skin echoes in the bathroom, and I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel the overwhelming heat building again.
He reaches around me and grabs the shower head.
“What are you?—”
“Relax,” he says.
