She stares at me with such intensity, heightening the fact that this is so much more than just sex.
I push in slowly, not daring to rush this.
I hold her gaze, refusing to close my eyes as her mouth falls open and she makes a small, involuntary gasp that has my dick twitching inside her.
Everything I want to tell her is on the tip of my tongue, but it’s impossible for me to string together coherent words when she’s like this, wrapped around my cock and clinging to me like she’s already giving herself to me completely.
I move inside her, grinding her to the wall, my jaw flexing as our bodies slip and slide with nowhere to go but closer.
“Owen,” she moans, frantically reaching for my face and planting her forehead to mine.
Still, our eyes never part.
I couldn’t look away if I tried. I don’t want to miss a single second of this.
We just stare into each other's souls as our bodies become one, our breaths intertwined with each thrust.
“You’re everything, Meadow,” I groan against her lips. “Mine.You’ve always been mine.”
“Yours,” she shudders, rocking against me.
Christ.
Hearing her say that one word causes a surge of possessiveness to take flight in my veins.
I palm her ass, hammering my cock up into her tight channel as my whole body trembles with pleasure. Her arms lock around my neck as I trace the line of her jaw with my tongue before dipping my head to suck on the delicate skin of her neck.
“Oh, God,” she exhales, her eyes rolling back. “Don’t fucking stop.”
And I don’t.
I angle my hips and thrust into her until her head knocks back against the tile, her fingers pulling viciously at my hair.
She’s sobbing, or maybe laughing in ecstasy, maybe both.
My fingers splay against her ass as she arches her back, greedy for more.
“You want more?” I growl, nipping at her earlobe.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, brows pinched together in pleasure. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Fucking hell.
My balls tighten, threatening to explode from her plea.
“You asked for it, baby,” I say, my voice low against her ear.
We both gasp at the same time when I pull all the way out and run the tip of my cock through her slit—smearing every last drop of my precum between her soaked folds.
Then, I line myself up with her entrance and slam back in.
She instantly clenches around me. Feeling so fucking wet, warm, and right—like home. Our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces, flawlessly broken but perfectly whole.
I slide my hands up to her hips, anchoring her between me and the wall as I drill into her at a savage pace.
I fuck her until her legs start to shake around me and the water begins to run cold. I bury my face in her neck as her pussy tightens around me, her fingernails carving half-moons into my shoulder blades.
Meadow shakes in my arms as she sucks in ragged breaths, her mouth open to the shower spray. Every muscle in her body strains, fighting the urge to let go.
