She made this smug little hum, completely pleased with herself, and rose slowly, dragging her hands up my legs. Her hair was soaked, her lips swollen, her eyes bright with mischief.
“What’s wrong?” she asked sweetly. “Too much?”
“Way too much,” I growled, nipping at her neck and shoulder. “And not nearly enough.”
I spun her around, pressed her hands to the steamed-up glass, then stepped in behind her, chest molded to her back, cock nudging between her thighs.
“You want to play with me? Drive me crazy?” I murmured into her ear. “You’re gonna have to take what you gave.”
She shivered, the back of her head thudding against my chest. “Ben—”
Whatever came next never made it out as I dropped to my knees behind her and dragged my hands down her slick, round hips. I spread her just enough and leaned in, licking her with a long, slow swipe that made her gasp and bow her head against the tile.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered.
“Yeah,” I muttered against her, giving her another slow taste. “Feel what you did to me.”
Her legs trembled. I gripped her thighs, holding her there while I devoured her sweet, sexy ass and played with her swollen clit. She pushed back against my face, hips rolling, needy, shameless—just the way I liked.
“I’m so, so close,” she cried, her nails drawing lines through the steam on the glass.
“No.” I stood in one fast motion, pulling her hips toward me. “You’re gonna come on my cock.”
I pressed on her back until she bent, hips tilted upward, lined myself up, and slid into her with one deep, desperate thrust. The heat of her nearly took me out in one stroke. I held her tight and drove into her again, harder, water splashing everywhere as we collided.
She cried out, pushing back on me, bracing on her hands. “Benny, yes, don’t stop—”
I wasn’t stopping. Couldn’t have if I’d tried. All the playing and exploring, all the teasing torture she’d put me through—it fueledevery fast, pounding thrust, my hips slapping against her ass in sharp, wet sounds.
“You feel that?” I panted, driving into her even harder. “That’s what you did to me. Couldn’t think—couldn’t fucking breathe—”
“I love it,” she gasped. “I love when you lose it like this—”
Her voice broke into breathless little cries that shoved me straight to the edge.
“I’m right there,” she whimpered. “Ben, please.”
I leaned forward, teeth grazing her shoulder, and pistoned into her relentlessly.
Her whole body went tight, then she let out a wrecked, beautiful cry, pulsing hard around me. The feel of her climaxing did me in. I thrust deep one more time before yanking free of her to come against her ass and lower back. Pearlescent puddles painted her wet flesh, making the prettiest picture I’d ever seen.
Then, it hit me.
“No condom,” I croaked.
She turned her head, a lazy smile curving her lips. “Birth control.”
I sighed with relief. “Sorry, baby. I should’ve asked. I’m tested, all clear.” I almost couldn’t believe I’d been so careless—again—but this was Mazzy. When I was with her, I lost every ounce of caution I had. Besides, if she had gotten pregnant, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world. A small part of me almost longed for it.
“Me too.” Her eyes fell closed.
“When I get you pregnant next time, it’ll be on purpose.” When the time was right. When we could plan it and enjoy it. After we’d had time to enjoy each other and our little family of three.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “We should keep practicing, though.”
“A hell of a lot.” I banded my arm around her middle, pulled her upright, and held her against me. Water sluiced between us, washing away the art I’d made on her.
I kissed the back of her neck, still half-dazed. Her skin was flushed and soft under my mouth, her breath slow and dreamy. I don’t know how long we stood like that, water beating down on us, her body relaxed against mine.
