His gaze rakes over my entire body, over my taunt nipples, the frantic rise and fall of my chest, the way I have to squeeze my thighs together to maintain any semblance of dignity.
“Touch me,” I say.
He doesn’t. My mouth dries up.
“Touch me,” I beg.
He steps forward, fully clothed and fully drenched, but still not touching me. “It’s not real.”
“Then let’s pretend.” I sound desperate now. “Just for now, just for this.”
His hand grabs the back of my neck, and I almost sob in relief as he pulls me up to him.
“I don’t need to,” he breathes across my lips. “You’re going to ruin me.”
My heart breaks as I close the distance between us. Because it can’t be real, and yet itis.It’s real when I open my mouth and swallow his groan, when his arms encircle my waist and hold me firm enough to bruise me.
It’s real, and it’s desperate, and it’s filthy when he licks inside my mouth and draws out a sound I’ve never made before. I drown in how he presses himself to me, growing agonizingly harder with every brush of my tongue against his.
The water makes it difficult to remove his clothes, but I endeavor, peeling the shirt from his broad torso and revealing the rock-hard abs beneath that I let my hands explore eagerly. Not softly. Every movement is all claws and teeth and desperation.
He pushes me back against the wall as he kicks off his pants. Water drips from his hair across his eyes and I’m so fascinated by the darkness of his expression, his parted lips that betray his haggard breathing.
But it only lasts a moment. He dives in to capture my lips again, and suddenly, I’m lost again to the sensation of him.
“You are everything,” he murmurs against my neck during one of the rare moments he lets me breathe. And I melt entirely, pliant to his every touch.
He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, and I canfeelhis nakedness pressed up next to mine and it’s both agonizing and the most spectacular thing I’ve ever felt.
I tear at his mouth, unable to hold back the frenzy as I squirm against him, desperate for him to be inside of me.
And he has the audacity to grin.
“You’re not going to pull a knife on me, are you?”
And it’s so unexpected that I can’t help but laugh. It’s wobbly and entirely unattractive, but he swallows it greedily like he can’t get enough of it.
Then my reward comes a second later when his fingers dig into my ass and he lifts me onto his hardness like I weigh absolutely nothing.
And he’s right. It iseverything.To exist in this moment, to be filled by him entirely, to wrap my arms around him to keep myself pressed to every available inch of his body.
Our moans match, and his lips are on my neck as he moves me up and down. And it’s slow, but it’s so fucking deep, lubricated by the constant flowing water and splitting me entirely in two.
For a moment, it’s enough. It’s enough to just cling to each other and ignore the desperation of our situation. But that gnawing feeling within me craves more and more and more. More than anyone should be capable of giving.
But Teo can. Teo does.
The water goes off in time with his groan of frustration. Then we’re moving, and my nails claw into his back to keep me steady.
We don’t speak as he walks us out of the wet room and back into the corridor. The sudden chill makes me cringe into him, and he impulsively pulls me in tighter, wrapping his arms around my bare skin.
Then we enter a dark room, and suddenly, there’s a towel draped over my shoulders, and he’s kissing me again. I could kiss him forever, I think. It’s almost distracting enough for me to forget that he’s still inside me.
Then he moves. And then I don’t forget. Because I fall back onto a bed, and suddenly, he has me exactly where he wants me.
Skin meets skin with a delectable sting as he pounds harder and harder, and I’m entirely helpless to it. I’m thrown across the bed with every thrust. He uses me so hard that he has to reach down and hold me steady.
Everything is just stars and ecstasy. I don’t notice his hands until they're over my neck, pressing down on my windpipe.
