He rests his forehead against mine.
“See,” he murmurs, lips brushing my skin, “I got you. You’re okay.”
A shaky breath leaves me.
His mouth moves down my neck. His hands trace my spine and hips while water rolls down my skin.
My pulse jumps again when his cock nudges my abdomen beneath the surface. Hard enough that the solid weight of him is unmistakable even through the shifting water. The shaft presses against my stomach with slow insistence, the broad head dragging along my skin before settling again. Faint ridges of veins run beneath my palm when I reach for him.
The familiar size of him in my hand makes heat bloom low in my body.
When I stroke once slowly, a rough groan vibrates through his chest and into the water between us.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he says. Each word scraping out of him with weeks of tension and need.
“I missed you too, but…” I whisper.
His eyebrow lifts as his hand slides along my waist.
“But?” he asks, voice soft but edged with heat.
“It’s been awhile,” I breathe. “You might break me.”
His mouth curves into a slow, dangerous smirk. He lowers his head, lips brushing my jaw as his fingers grip my hips.
“You can take it,” he murmurs. “You always do.”
My arms rise around his shoulders, fingers sliding across the damp heat of his skin before locking behind his neck. I pull him closer until our chests press together. His heart hammers against my sternum, and the contact sends a rush through me that has nothing to do with the water surrounding us.
He lifts me easily, hands spreading across my hips. My legs wrap around his waist and cross behind him, pulling us tight together.
The position brings him directly against me.
The thick length of his cock drags through the slick heat between my thighs.
My body reacts instantly.
Weeks without him have left a dull ache inside me that I have tried to ignore. The moment his cock touches me again, that ache surges awake. My hips move before I can stop them, chasing the pressure that has been missing for far too long.
He tightens his hold on me and shifts his stance. Water moves between us as he adjusts the angle, his hands firm on my hips while he guides my body down.
The swollen head of his cock settles at my entrance.
God.
Just the weight of him there makes my body tremble.
He pushes forward slowly.
The stretch hits first. My breath catches hard in my throat as my body opens around him. My nails drag across his shoulders while he continues forward with patient pressure, forcing me to feel every inch as he enters.
It's been weeks. Weeks of tension sitting under my skin. Weeks of wanting him and pretending I could ignore it.
My body can’t pretend now.
He eases in slowly, dragging his cock against nerves that feel raw from neglect. I sink lower, breath shaking, until the thick ridge near the head pushes past the tightest part of me and every muscle gives at once. A low sound breaks out of my chest.
The fullness builds slowly, spreading through my core until my entire body trembles from the sensation of him filling me. When he finally bottoms out, my forehead falls against his shoulder.
