His mouth moves from mine to my jaw. My throat. He drags his lips down my collarbone. The curve of my shoulder. Lower still, his teeth grazing the swell of my breast, his lips following the path his teeth made before kissing back up again. He finds a spot just below my collarbone and sucks, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure directly to my clit.
“Please,” I breathe.
I don’t even know what I’m asking for. Everything. All of it. Him.
We lock eyes. His are dark and focused, every muscle in his body taut, that careful control completely gone.
This is Slade Rhodes with nothing stopping him, no hesitation or apology. Just pure animal hunger, every iota of his considerable intensity trained on me.
He wraps a hand around his cock and strokes, his eyes on mine the whole time. Something about the dark lust in his eyes, the way he can’t keep his eyes off me while he touches himself, makes my legs feel shaky.
He kisses me again, hot and hard, before sinking to his knees. His eyes and hands roam over my body almost worshipfully before he meets my gaze.
Holding eye contact, he lifts my ankle onto his shoulder, his thumb pressing briefly against the joint like he’s checking it’s still okay. It touches my heart that even now, even in the heat of the moment, he’s checking to make sure I’m okay.
The position spreads me completely open. I feel the cool press of the tile against my back, the heat of the steaming water, and his breath, warm and close, not touching my skin yet.
Water runs down Slade’s face, down his perfect body. His dick is erect and flushed a deep red as he strokes it while his gaze roams over me. The raw desire in his eyes sends heat flooding through me.
I’m so turned on I could probably come from just the way he’s looking at me.
But then he bends his head forward and licks my pussy, and yeah—that’s the thing that’s going to make me come.
“Oh God,” I breathe. My fingers grip his hair so tight it has to hurt and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause, just keeps his tongue swirling on my clit, pushing inside me, as the pleasure spirals quickly higher. Sliding his fingers inside me, he pushes them in that slow curling motion. He sucks my clit between his lips and I feel the orgasm start gathering power in my core.
The climax hits me in waves, long rolling ones that startdeep and radiate outward, my legs shaking against his shoulders, his name coming out of my mouth over and over.
He presses one last kiss to my pussy.
Then he’s rising. Hands on my hips. Water running over both of us. His face level with mine and his eyes very dark and hungry and his lips slightly swollen. He looks at me for one long moment as his fingers curl into my hips.
“I’m not letting you go,” he says, low and fierce, like it slipped out before he could stop it.
Like he’s talking about more than his hands on my body.
I cup his face in both hands.
“Then don’t,” I say.
He lifts me effortlessly, like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around him as my back presses into the tile.
He looks at me. “Still with me?”
“Yes.” My hands grip his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping,” he says. “Not a chance.”
He lines himself up and I feel the blunt heat of him against me. I tighten my legs around him involuntarily. He exhales hard through his nose and his jaw goes tight.
He pushes in.
Slow. Just the first inch, and I inhale sharply at the stretch of him, the heat and fullness and the reality of him after months of wanting, and he stops.
“Okay?” he says.
“Beyond okay.” I press my hips toward him and kiss him.
Slow and steady, inch by inch, he pushes his cock inside me. His eyes flicker from my face down to where we’re joined, back and forth with that intense, deep focus.
