“There's lube in the cabinet.”
“Always prepared, you.”
“Life of a sex shop owner,” he says.
“Conveniently safe answer.”
I can feel him smirk a little.
I reach behind me, the tiles on the floor getting wet as I open the glass door. My hand fumbles past folded towels and half-empty bottles until my fingers close around the bottle of lube.
I bring it back between us, flip the cap open with my thumb, and slick my fingers slowly, giving him those few extra seconds to breathe.
With two fingers coated, I ease inside.
He tenses, exhales, his head falling forward as he opens for me.
It doesn’t take too long before he pushes back greedily to meet me.
“It’s okay, Sapphire. I'm right here. Let go.”
I feel the hard grip he has on my forearm soften, his weight falling back against my chest.
I line up, whispering soft words of love as I press in. Short, deep thrusts, barely more than a pulse, have him shaking in my arms.
“Stay with me. Stay with me and you’ll never feel alone again.”
The words rise from the ache in my heart for the one I lost, who stayed with me until the end. The fire that follows is a fury I don’t want to fight.
“They never gave a damn about you, Sapphire. But I do. You’re mine. I’ll take care of you from now on.”
A gasp against the glass. My thrusts turn rougher, driven by everything I can’t say, deep and uneven, too full of pain and need to release. Emotion takes over until I’m moving on instinct, desperate to hold him together while I’m barely holding myself.
He cries out beneath me, begging, breaking, crying harder, and every sound tears through me like he’s giving me the pain I don’t know how to put down.
“Love...please.”
I take his stone-hard cock in my hand, neglected until now. The moment I wrap my fist around him and stroke all the way down, he cries out once more, water pouring over our open mouths.
Tom gasps into the steam as cum shoots all over the shower wall in short, powerful bursts.
This is so insanely intense, it takes me with him into that same dizzy high.
“That’s it, my beautiful Sapphire. Easy. You're safe.”
The words come out broken as tears slip down my cheeks, swallowed almost instantly by the shower water running over my skin. Invisible, but there. Still falling.
Broken sobs tear from him before his knees give out. I catch him against my body, holding him upright.
“Shh. I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
I turn off the water, keeping him in my arms until we find alignment in our breathing again.
The glass door gives with a soft push, steam spilling into the room and pulling us back into the cold, harsh reality waiting beyond the shower.
It takes everything in me to carry him to the bed. I dry him slowly, rubbing warmth back into his skin before dressing him in soft pyjamas and pulling the blankets around us.
Later, in the dark, he’s curled up against my chest like a little ginger fox.
