His hands trailed along my rib cage, leisurely down my waist, following the droplets of water flowing over my body. They traveled at a torturously slow pace across my sensitive hips, causing my stomach to convulse, a fresh flood of arousal pouring out of me, until his fingers found what he was looking for. I winced as he thrust three inside me before pulling them out and sucking on them.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he groaned loudly, “but this isn’t going to be. Turn around.”
I did as I was told and he spread my legs with his, holding on to my hips. His dick was nudging the base of my spine as he ran his fingers over my ass, probing and squeezing, before slowly, teasingly rubbing them in a wet trail between my cheeks from my clit and up through my crack.
My legs started shaking as his dick replaced his fingers, hard and swollen and thick, nudging its way toward my quivering pussy, notching at my entrance. He dipped down behind meslightly, hooking my thigh under his arm, lifting it as he plunged into me in one long, hard thrust, burying himself deep inside me with the full length of his dick. The sensation of him, so full inside me, stretching me out, set a deep pulsing in motion that I couldn’t stave off.
My body was a slave to his bidding.
“Christ, your pussy, Emerson,” he growled. “It was fucking made for me.”
I cried out as he bit down on my shoulder, creating an epicenter of tremors shooting across my body, my clit throbbing, my nipples so tight the pain fought against the desperate release I needed from him.
He lifted his leg up on the shower bench, taking my thigh with it. His arms encircled me, holding me in place, and my head fell back against his shoulder wanting his lips, and he obliged with a sweep of his tongue round my mouth. He started to rock inside me in long savoring strokes, making sure we could both feel every delicious inch as he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in.
It was fucking incredible, incredible fucking.
A deep moan rumbled up my throat. “Baby please, I need more.”
“Hold on tight, Luck.” His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me back and claiming my mouth once more, harder and bruising, a silent warning for what was coming.
His breath labored as his hips began pistoning into me, passionate and brutal and owning, fucking me in symphony, one hand between my legs thrumming my clit, the other twisting my nipple, fucking me harder than he’d ever done before.
My moans turned to groans, then to whimpers, desperate to escape from this incredible torture.
“Nearly, sweetheart. Christ you feel so good,” Drew grunted.
I could barely stand, my legs shaking violently as my orgasm hurtled down my spine, ready to suck the life out of me and take him with us. I let out a cry, feral and unrecognizable. My breath trapped in my throat, unable to move, Drew holding me tight as his steady rhythm became frenzied and wild.
“Oh fuck. Shit, I can’t hold it. EM. ER. SON. Yes. I’m fucking coming.”
As though my body had been holding on for him, waiting until we could cross over the finish line together, I let go, collapsing in his arms and our bodies shuddered in sync over and over, his hot cum hitting me right in the cervix, his fingers still bringing me down until I was so sensitive I pushed them away, unable to take any more.
He pulled me onto the bench, neither of us able to stand longer, sitting me in his lap, holding me against his chest as our breathing slowed down. His mouth found mine, his soft, warm tongue gently brushed against my lips before sweeping inside, kissing me long and hard. The languid way he sweetly roamed around was the antithesis of the raw, animalistic claiming he’d just exhibited. I returned him stroke for stroke, allowing the motion to convey the words neither of us wanted to say, but both of us felt.
Don’t go.
I miss you already.
Mine.
He pulled back, my bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes staring deep into mine.
“I love you so much. I can feel it right here, every damn day.” He placed my hand on his heart. “I’m so fucking lucky, I don’t even know how it happened.”
I cupped his beautiful face. “I’m the lucky one.”
And I meant it, almost like my eyes had been opened to the shitty relationships I’d had, and Drew was my prize.
He grinned at me before smacking his open lips to mine, wet and sloppy.
“Okay, sweetheart, as much as I’d love to stay in here with you, we need to get showered properly and dressed. If you promise to keep your hands to yourself, I’ll let you share the showerhead with me instead of making you get under the other one,” he winked.
“Hey, this was my shower you hijacked! I’m the one sharing with you.”
He stood us both up, laughing; his arms still wrapped round me, and positioned us underneath the water as he reached for the soap.
Twenty minutes later, after pushing me under the other shower and insisting we wash separately, I took one of Drew’s old hoodies from the drawer, pulling it over my head. It swamped me and I loved it. It was the perfect rainy-day cure.
