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“What’s wrong with fucking me up against the wall here?” she teases.

“Not afraid of falling in the water and injuring yourself?” I laugh, but the idea of us fucking in the shower makes my cock twitch.

“Joseph,” she commands. I nod, dumbfounded. “Grab my hips. Lift me up. Hold me tight. Pin me against the wall. Fuck me hard.”

“Jesus. It’s going to be fast,” I warn. I know the second she’s got her legs wrapped around me and I’m inside her, I’ll be running the risk of losing my control.

“Fast is good. Got places to be,” she jokes.

“Come here,” I demand.

I grab her waist just as she lets go of my cock. I lift her up, and then her glorious legs and arms are around me, her mouth on mine, stealing a kiss. Lining my cock up against her pussy, I push up inside her. She gasps against my mouth as her fingers entwine in my hair and she tugs the strands. I take a step, her back hitting the tiled wall, and she groans loudly.

She moves her face away from mine, and our eyes lock for a moment. I dip my head, and my mouth finds its way to one of her breasts. My tongue circles around the nipple before I nip it between my teeth and then suck. I move my hips to thrust a little deeper into her.

Nip, suck, thrust. Nip, suck, thrust.

I let my mouth travel up her body, up her throat, back to her mouth. Each kiss against her skin is wet and hot from the heat and flow of the water. We kiss and kiss, exploring each other’s mouths, tongues touching, tangling.

She pulls away and kisses along my ear, whispering words of commands and encouragement between the kisses and thrusts.

“Harder. Faster. Fuck me. Yes, right there. Oh, fuck. Do that again. Bite me. God, yes.”

Her nails dig into my skin as she claws my shoulders. She bites just above my collarbone as she groans out her climax. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I feel my balls tighten. I’m not going to last. I’m surprised I’ve managed even this long. She lifts her head and stares at me. I thrust into her.

“Oh God, is it wrong that I want to cancel so you can fuck me all day?” she pants.

That pushes me over the edge. I spill inside her, groaning as I come. I hold her body tight to mine as everything in me tenses due to the intensity of my orgasm.

“Cancel,” I demand.

She grins at me. “See, I told you I make bad decisions.”

“So you’ll stay?” I ask.

I’m thinking about what kind of day we could have together. Just how much fun we could have. How many times I can make her scream my name and beg me for more. I don’t care if biology says I’m apparently past my sexual prime. She makes me feel like I could fuck her from dawn until midnight and still find the energy to do it all again.

Delilah unwraps her legs from around me. Once she’s standing up straight in front of me, she reaches for the shower gel and cleans herself up once again. She gives me a wry smile.

“I am going to do the sensible thing and see Felix. But I do think that was a perfect way to round off the experience. I know saying thank you might sound weird, but… thank you.”

“Can’t say I’ve been thanked for sex before.” I laugh to break the tension.

We carry on with the shower, quickly washing hair and bodies before getting out and wrapping ourselves in towels. Delilah rubs at her hair with one before wrapping it around her head, then dresses in the clothes she wore yesterday.

I head back to my bedroom so I can grab some clean clothes and get dressed as well.

“Ready to go?” I ask when she joins me.

“Yeah. I can still get a taxi. Save you being inconvenienced, I mean.”

I shake my head. “You would never be an inconvenience.”

She follows me back down through the house. I grab my car key as I pass where I threw it last night, getting ready to drive her home and preparing to say goodbye. This time, though, it isn’t me leaving her behind. This time, it’s her choice to leave me.

I never anticipated seeing her again, but I’ll choose to view it the same way she is, as a brief and wonderful reunion. An itch scratched. Memories mulled over. Even shorter lived than our first time around, but no less beautiful or intense. Something we both should walk away from, to prevent us getting hurt again.

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