I thought he’d leave when he handed me the towel.I thought he’d be consumed with guilt, regret, and start ranting about birth control.
Jokes on him if he did; I—obviously—can’t get pregnant.
Instead, Zander has fucked me from every angle and position possible—the ones I know about, and a few I didn’t––and seems to get hard again within minutes of coming.
I’ve hadfourorgasms.
I ache with pleasure from almost every part of my body.My nipples could cut glass.
“Christ, you have the tightest cunt,” he growls into my ear from behind as water runs over us.“I could fuck you forever.”
I’d let him.
It never felt like this with Adam.
Yes, it’s different.This is pure carnal sex, and what Adam and I did was love.I think.Although while trying to conceive, it felt like a job.
He knew my cycle better than me and would arrive home at all times in the day, and wake me at night, slamming into me with purpose.
The purpose of making a baby.
No foreplay.
No waiting for me to be ready.
He hurt me.All affection and love seemed to be gone.It was like I was a project.In hindsight, I wouldn’t want my baby to be conceived that way.I wonder if you’d forget that’s how it happened?
I had no idea how much I needed this.To feel like a woman who is desired and sexual.Just for my body.
This isn’t love, but Zander’s desire for me is unmissable.His words are dirty and complimentary and stir things in me that I never knew existed.
I feel like a whore.
And I like it.
I know at any moment it will end, and things will be weird, but as his cock fills me and his body surrounds me with all his masculinity, I couldn’t care less.
All I feel is now.
Zander moves, tugging me around to sit on his lap as he settles on the tiled seat in my shower.
I never consider this one of its uses, and now I will never look at it the same as I lower onto his cock.
“Christ,” he groans as he goes deeper than he has all night.“I’ve fantasized about this happening in my office so many times.”
“Me sitting on your cock?”I ask, using my tiptoes to not completely impale myself.
It’s as if we want different things, and he pulls me down harder.I swear he’s going to come out my damn throat, he’s so big.
“In one of your little dresses.You just wander over, unzip me and, panty-less, you straddle me and take me inside your wet pussy.”
Grinning, I wish I were facing him.I want to see his cheeky desire on his face.The one I’ve imagined opposite me in his office.
Zander takes my hips tightly and piston-fast, slams in and out of me, coming again.
Holy hell.
Heat fills me as the little seed he has left hits my walls.As he cups my breast, fondling it, Zander slows his movements.
