I open the shower door and step inside. She tosses a surprised look over her shoulder.
“We can both shower. There’s plenty of room.”
But it’s not getting clean that’s on my mind. It’s spanking that pert ass again, then gathering up all the wetness seeping out of her pussy and smearing it over her hole. Fucking her with my finger while I tongue her clit.
Her gaze slips to my cock, and I palm it, watching as her pupils flare.
“Unless you don’t want to,” I add, reading her reaction to me.
“That’s fine,” she mutters, jerking her gaze away and shuffling over to make more room.
I take a step toward her and bend down to bite her shoulder before pressing my lips to her ear. “I bet if I touched you right now, you’d be soaked, and it wouldn’t have a fucking thing to do with the shower.”
She swallows. I can feel the movement with my lips as I press them to the side of her throat. The spray is hitting her breasts, and her nipples are tight, pink points. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything, and it should scare the fuck out of me, but right now, my cock is too hard for me to care.
I settle it between her ass cheeks, letting her feel the effect she has on me.
“Somehow, I don’t think it’s a shower you’re looking for,” she murmurs.
“My mind’s not always in the gutter,cara.”
That’s a blatant lie. It is when she’s around. All I’ve been able to think about for weeks is fucking her every way I can. But Katya doesn’t need to know that.
I pick up the pink bottle and squirt some tropical shower gel into my palm. “Let me help you.”
“I don’t need help,” she protests.
But it’s too late. I’ve already rubbed the gel into my palms, and I’m cupping her breasts now, toying with both nipples. She makes a needy sound low in her throat and arches into me.
“Isn’t it better this way,cara?”
I kiss her throat, then drag my teeth along her skin before taking another little nip.
“Enzo.”
I like the way my name sounds in her husky voice, so I reward her by rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, then giving them a solid tug before gently squeezing her breasts as I soap her up.
“Yes, baby?”
“I already washed myself.”
“I think you missed a spot.” I drag my sudsy hand down over her belly to cup her mound. “You didn’t touch this pussy, did you?”
I stroke her clit with my thumb, and she gasps, hips jumping into my touch.
“Because if you did, I’m going to have to show you who it belongs to,” I add, swirling my thumb over her.
She moans and rolls her hips, dropping her head back to my shoulder. I like the easy way she’s surrendering. I wasn’t sure what version of her I’d get by morning light. But it’s a good sign that she’s melting into my touch. She wants this every bit as much as I do. We may not have wanted to marry each other, but here is where we can find common ground.
I glide my dick through her slippery cheeks, playing with her pussy and sucking on her throat while she moans. Ruthlessly, I strum harder over her clit, letting the water take the suds down the drain. My cock finds her asshole, and I have to suck in abreath and rein myself in. She’s not ready for that yet, but I want to fuck her everywhere, to claim her in every possible way.
“You didn’t answer me,” I remind her, lifting my mouth from her throat to look down at her beautiful body on display, water making every curve glisten.
“I…washed myself…there,” she gasps out, bending forward as I stimulate a particularly sensitive place.
I give her a quick spank on her clit. “You shouldn’t have done that,cara. Now I’m going to have to show you that this pussy is mine, and you can only touch it when I say you can.”
“We’ve been over this…”
