He hadn’t even touched her properly and she was ready to fall apart.
“Look at you,” he growled. “Wet for me before we’ve even started. You were this eager, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, voice already shaky.
“And you made me wait so long?” he teased, slipping two fingers inside her without warning.
Sofia gasped in surprise and pleasure, her whole body jerking forward. He curled his fingers just right, thumb circling her clit, and she slumped into his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut as her head dropped to his shoulder.
“You should be,” he growled, his breath hot against her temple. “Not for me, for you. Do you have any idea how good I can make you feel?”
“I’m getting a very clear picture,” she laughed breathlessly, her voice almost a moan.
He chuckled darkly, adding a third finger.
She moaned loudly.
And then started trembling in his arms.
“Come for me, habiba. Don’t hold back.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, voice ragged.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he murmured, kissing her neck again, nipping her collarbone as her hips bucked into his hand.
When she came, her legs nearly gave out. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her steady as she gasped for air, body twitching against his.
“Was it good?” he asked between kisses, lips dragging along the sensitive column of her throat.
“Yes.” Her voice was dazed. Shaky. She turned to face him, eyes hazy with lust. “Let me touch you now.”
“We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “I have something I want to try. But you’ll need to bend over for me. Can you do that?”
She hesitated, breath hitching.
“I don’t know if I can take more…”
“Yes, you can.” He kissed her softly, gently. “I promise, I’ll take care of you. Just trust me.”
She nodded.
He turned her around and guided her hands to the shower’s safety rail.
“Bend. Just like that. Perfect.”
He finally turned on the water, and picked up the detachable shower head. He tested the settings, keeping one hand on her lower back as she adjusted to the sensation.
He started with the gentlest stream of water, aiming it directly at her clit. Her back arched immediately, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
“Too much?”
“No… it’s… god, it’s good.”
Then he dropped to his knees behind her. With one hand holding the showerhead against her clit, his mouth found her pussy. He licked, sucked, devoured her. Tongue deep, fingers spreading her open. And then, his other hand slid up, his index teasing her tight asshole, slick with water and her own arousal.
“Ilias,” she whimpered. “I can’t, it’s too much.”
