Page 46 of Big Girl Panties

"I, uh," I stiffened my spine. I could do this. "I don't have great hot water, and usually, there's only enough for one shower." My confidence trickled down with each word. "So…"

"So?"

"So… Unless you want a cold shower." I paused, swallowing hard. "We should probably share."

His eyes locked onto mine, holding me hostage in the silence between my question and his answer, that suspended moment when rejection seemed not just possible but inevitable.

Time stretched, each heartbeat an eternity filled with doubt before he surged forward, closing the distance between us, his hands gripping my face as his lips crashed hard against mine, stealing my breath.

I tasted his tongue as he slipped it past my parted lips. He moved us forward, and I moved backward with him until we were in the bathroom. My towel dropped to the ground, the water kicked on, and we were in the shower without ever breaking from the kiss.

His hot, wet, naked chest pressed into mine, and I trailed my fingers over the wet curves of his rock-hard abs until I reached the hem of his shorts as he thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth in frantic strokes. His hands roamed over my body, caressing all of my curves, and I didn't shy away. I craved more.

My hand wrapped around his length through his wet shorts. Matt's dick was hard against my palm, straining to come out and play. He groaned into my mouth as I teased him with slow strokes, savoring his reaction. Hot water sprayed over us as I pulled away from his kiss, gasping for air, but he didn't give me a second; his mouth moved over my jaw and down my throat.

"Fuck," he groaned against my skin. "You're going to make me come in my shorts."

Any bit of anxiety I had disappeared seeing how desperate and needy he was for me. A slow smile spread across my face.

His reaction transformed me, vertebra by vertebra, my posture shifting from uncertain to commanding as power hummed through my bloodstream, a narcotic more potent than any confidence I'd felt before.

For once, I didn't feel the need to hide or apologize for my desires.

Shoving me against the wall, his eyes, dark and hungry, roamed over me like he was starving and I was the last thing there was to eat. The raw want in his gaze made my skin tingle, awakening nerve endings I'd forgotten existed.

Sliding my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, I shoved them down, and his dick sprang free as his shorts dropped to the tile floor. My gaze lowered, taking in all of him.

Holy fuck.

He was hard and huge, and that was all for me.

My gaze traveled over him, drinking in every perfect detail. My breath caught in my throat, and a flush crept up my neck to my cheeks. Unbidden images flashed through my mind. I bit my lip, trying to rein in my runaway thoughts, but my body betrayed me. My pulse quickened, and a familiar warmth pooled low in my belly.

Grabbing the body wash from the rack hanging under my shower head, he poured it into his hand, and I held out mine. He repeated the action in my hand. Snapping the lid shut, he put the bottle back before lathering up his hands.

Our hands moved in tandem, creating a dance of touch and sensation. Fingers traced curves and planes, leaving trails of soap bubbles and goosebumps in their wake. Each caress was a question and an answer, a revelation and a promise. The steam swirled around us, cocooning us in our own world where time seemed to slow.

It was erotically intimate.

My fingertips slid the soapy lather down his chest, but before I could grip him, he spun me, using his body to press me hard into the warm tile. Matt's mouth dropped to my ear, and the heat sent a shiver over my body. "You are so fucking beautiful," he whispered as he worked the soapy bubbles across my back.

I rocked into him, sliding my ass over him. "If you don't stop…"

"I don't want to stop," I breathed. "I want to make you come."

My pulse scattered into chaos as his hands found my hips, our soap-slick bodies creating a friction that was both slippery and electric. He spread my cheeks wide with his thick cock as his hand slid my hair to the side, and his mouth moved over my back, shoulders, and neck. I rocked my ass harder against him, moaning when he worked his length through my cheeks. He increased his speed, and so did I as I clenched around him. I wanted to hear him come.

"You first," he breathed against my ear.

His hand slid around, cupping my pussy and sliding a finger through my slick flesh. "Oh, fuck," I cried out when his finger flicked over my clit.

I ground myself harder against his hand, desperate for more friction. My cheek and the palms of my hands slapped flat against the wall to steady myself as his teeth sank into my shoulder.

Matt's hand tightened on my hip, holding me in place as two fingers slid inside, stretching me. "Fuck, your pussy is perfect," he groaned against my skin. The mixture of the heat of his breath and his dirty words made my insides melt. "So wet. So tight."

My hips bucked against his hand, desperate for his touch as I rode his fingers, unleashing incoherent pleas and moans.

"Don't stop," I moaned, his finger finding a rhythm that made my whole body spasm in violent convulsions as the pleasure building in my core pushed me closer and closer to the edge.