Our walk back is quiet. I think we’re both lost in thought.
As we get closer to the house, I can see the kids through the windows, piled together on the couch. Remy is in the middle, Rhyan is tucked into his side, and Sera is lying on his lap. They’re all sound asleep, including Presley’s parents.
After I take the kids to bed, I make my way to the room we’ve been staying in down the hall from the kids’ rooms. I can hear the shower running the second I walk in.
Presley’s back is to me when I walk into the bathroom. The water is running down her spine in ribbons. Her skin is flushed a deep pink from the heat of the water. Now, I’m a pretty large man, all bulk and scar tissue, and seeing Presley’s elegant yetstrong curves, framed by steam, makes me feel … primal. I’ve spent this whole week being quiet and patient when we have sex, but right now, I want to be the man who owns her.
I strip off my T-shirt, shorts, and boxers and step into the shower.
The spray hits my chest and shoulders as I step behind her. I don’t touch her with my hands. I just press my entire front against her back, letting her feel my erection pressing against her ass.
She lets out a soft, jagged breath, her hands reaching behind her to touch me.
“You were driving me crazy all day today,” I growl into the crook of her neck. “Every time you walked toward the water in that black bikini … every time you laughed … I had to look away or distract myself because I couldn’t touch you the way I wanted to. I think you did it just to torture me.”
I reach for the soap and lather my palms. I slide them around her waist, feeling the wet, silky feel of her skin. Then I move my hands up, tracing the curve of her breasts, my fingers catching on her hard nipples.
“Look at you,” I rasp, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You as desperate for me as I am you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her head falling back against my shoulder. “I’ve wanted you all day. I thought about fucking you in the sand, in the ocean, and then again under the moonlight … not really caring who saw.”
“I care,” I say, my grip tightening on her hips as I pull her back flush against my chest. “Because I want you all to myself. I want to hear you scream my name without worrying the kids will hear.”
I turn her around, my hands anchoring her waist, and move us closer to the tiled wall. I box her in, my arms bracing on either side of her head.
“Open your legs for me,” I command, the words low and guttural. “I want to see how wet you are. I want to see exactly what I’ve been waiting for all day.”
She places her hands on my shoulders and widens her stance, her thighs sliding against the wet tile.
I reach down, my fingers finding her slick and hot. My dick twitches against her lower stomach, and she looks down. Then she watches me as I part her lips and run two fingers through her heat. I find a slow, heavy rhythm, my thumb working against her clit.
“Tell me how it feels, Doc. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you inside me,” she gasps, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders, her nails no doubt leaving impressions in my skin. “I want to feel the weight of you on me. I don’t want you to be gentle.”
“You want it rough?” I lean in, my nose brushing hers, my breath hot on her lips. “I’ve been holding back all day. If I’m not gentle, I might break you.”
“Break me then,” she challenges, her eyes flashing with raw hunger.
I barely give her a second to finish her sentence. I reach under her thighs and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back. Her arms wind around my neck like a lifeline. And the way she fits against me is the only thing that makes sense in the world.
Her pussy is wide open for me, so I push inside of her in one long, deep thrust. The friction is magnified by the water, a slide that draws a raw groan from her throat. I bury my face in her neck to try to calm myself down.
“God, you’re tight,” I rasp, my voice rough. “It feels like you’re choking my cock. Do you feel it? Do you feel how much of me you’re taking?”
“Yes … Saint, yes,” she cries out, her body vibrating against mine.
I start to move in a relentless, heavy rhythm that makes the sound of our skin slapping together echo off the glass. And every time I pull back, I nearly come all the way out, letting the water rush between us before slamming back in to the hilt. I’m not just fucking her, I’m claiming her.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you,” I grit out, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her shoulder. “I want you to feel me every time you move tomorrow. I want you to think about the way I’m stretching this pussy, claiming it, all the way home.”
“Yes,” she pleads, her voice a series of broken hitches. “Tell me more.”
“You’re mine,” I growl, my pace becoming faster, harder, my hips slamming against hers in an unyielding intensity. “Every inch of my cock, remember how it feels. Every time you ache, that’s me. Every time you look at me, you’ll think about the way I feel inside you.”
The steam is getting thicker, the air smells like her, the ocean, and our sex. I can feel the tension building at the base of my stomach, like a hot wire waiting to snap. And I can feel her clenching around me like she’s begging for the end.
“Your pussy want to suck my cock dry? You’re right there. Look at me.”
