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Seeming to sense that, his arms slipped away, and she felt his hands on her hips instead.
“Hey, hey, easy,” he whispered under the rush of water. “Easy. I’m here.”
She’d been so trapped in her feelings she’d been barely aware of her surroundings, but apparently, she’d been loud.
Her first impulse, that rigid stiffening, was to shove him away. He was intruding on this unguarded, unprotected moment, and she wanted to shove him away.
But before she could actually do it, something else happened inside her. The rage lost some of its fire. The pain ebbed. She could breathe again.
Jake had come in to protect her, and he’d made himself a shield.
She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her body to fit against his. His arms came around her again as he bent to meet her; he drew her tightly to him, and this time what she felt was relief.
With her face pressed against his throat, feeling his pulse throb against her cheek, feeling the shower rush over his shoulder and trickle across her face, Petra held him as tightly as she could, drew strength and calm and love from his body, felt it all enter her and fill her lungs, her heart, her head. She was okay. She would be okay. She had love. She had friends, and she had this man, and because of him, she had family.
Her father was gone, but she was not.
Holding Jake, being held by him, Petra knew that she would be able to forgive her father. Not quite yet, perhaps, but it would come. She would find the path for the rest of her life, and there would be happiness in it.
She knew that, because it was already here. Even now, she could feel it. She was happy to have this man in her life. In her home. In her arms.
She kissed his throat, opening her mouth to suck lightly on his wet skin. When she pressed her tongue to his pulse point, Jake inhaled sharply, and she felt his cock twitch and begin to fill out. He hadn’t been hard to that point, despite their nearness and nakedness. He’d been too focused on taking care of her.
But each kiss, each taste of his skin, made Petra want him more. It was what she needed, to fill herself so full of the good feelings Jake gave her, there would be no room left for grief or anger or guilt. Just fill herself to the brim with him.
She slid her hands up, into his hair, bringing his head to hers, their mouths together. As always, Jake understood and followed her lead. His mouth covered hers as his hands took hold of her ass and lifted her from the shower floor. She wrapped her legs around him, felt his cock press hard against her.
He took the step that put her back on the wall, and then, without a word from either of them, he shifted, brought them into alignment, and pushed fiercely in.
“Oh!” she exclaimed in a grunt as he struck deep at her core. “Yes!”
It was exactly what she needed. But when he pulled back and pushed in, he was much more gentle, being careful with her, and that wasn’t what she needed.
“Fuck me, Jake” she gasped, tearing her mouth from his. “Fuck me so hard.”
He tipped his head back, frowning at her through the water dripping down his face. “Yeah?”
Squeezing her legs around him, Petra nodded. “So hard.”
Without another word, he obliged. He claimed her mouth like he owned it, pushing his tongue inside her as he flexed his hips and drove his cock into her. Petra cried out, the sound caught in his mouth.
Pressing her to the wall as he drove in hard, deep, and fast, Jake slid a hand from her ass, over her hip and up to take a breast. He caught her nipple between his fingers and squeezed, and sharp pleasure sparked every nerve from that point, straight to her brain.
Trying to give back as much as he gave her, she wriggled and flexed and bounced as much as she could, sandwiched between him and the wall. She took fistfuls of his hair and pulled; she dropped her hands and clawed her fingers up his back, waist to shoulders, relishing his surprised grunt as it filled her mouth.
His hand on her ass shifted, and she felt his fingers in her crease. Just that, just the scant touch, a slight pressure, likely unintentional. But it pulled a piece of her mind from the moment.
Petra wasn’t into anal. Her tastes were, on the whole, fairly vanilla, despite the wide range of her attractions. She wasn’t even all that into toys, the drawer across the room notwithstanding. Those were the accumulations of a variety of relationships and the compromises and adjustments that came with them, and some independent exploration on her part. She’d learned that toys were fine, sometimes fun, quite useful when solo, but not a big deal.
It didn’t bother her that Jake didn’t want to use toys, and she’d never thought of any kind of anal play with him or considered how she’d respond if he’d brought it up. She liked their sex as it was: usually quiet, unadorned, just between the two of them. And always intense.
But this time was different. This time it was more than simple connection, more even than growing closer. This had a dimension apart from them.
No. Not apart from them. Thiswasa growing closer. Itwasa connection between them. But the something more was crucial. This was a saving. He was saving her.
Pulling her whole mind back where it belonged, entirely focused on this moment, Petra twisted her hips a little, shifting his hand on her ass so his fingers gripped a cheek again. Her movement twisted her body around his, and they both moaned, the harmony echoing off the tile walls.
“Fuck, babe,” he gasped against her lips and took her mouth again before she could respond or catch her breath.
