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He looked up at me and I could see his eyes flash with the reflection from the light from the hallway. “I don’t care, Remi. It’s you and me.” His tone was urgent.
“I know, but let’s get in the shower,” I said, threading both of my hands in his hair. “Please?”
It felt like he was moving in slow motion as he rose, kicked free of his shoes, and bent to remove his jeans the rest of the way. He reached in and turned on the water. I kicked free of the material that was still bunched around my ankles and when he turned back to me, my hands moved to pull his down his powerful legs. His erection was huge as it bobbed in front of me. The only sound was the running of the water and my pulse pounding in my ears in rhythm with the throb in my body. It was obviously mirrored in his because I could see it.
I reached out to touch the shaft lightly; my fingers moving to the head. Dylan groaned and bent to slide his arms around my back, lifting me and turning into the shower in one motion.
Dylan’s mouth swooped and took mine in a hungry kiss as his body pushed me hard against the wall. I was breathless as we kissed, the warmth of the water rushing over our skin and saturating our hair. He hooked an arm beneath one of my legs and his dick found the entrance to my body. As his body filled mine, I gasped at his size as he stretched me wide. “Uhhhh,” I sighed.
Dylan let out a guttural groan. “My God.” He paused for a second to let my body get used to his, but I needed more. My hips thrust forward, encouraging his to mirror the movement. “Remi… I want this to last.” I could tell he was struggling for control by the strain in his voice and the tremors in his shoulders, and I wanted him to.
In the dark and wet heat, our hands roamed and teased, as he thrust into me harder and harder as the control broke. “Remi, Remi, Remi,” he panted against my mouth, before his tongue thrust into my mouth taking and giving in the same way his cock was owning my body. I was thankful for the smooth tile behind my back as he pushed into me over and over and I rose and fell against it.
As my body started over the edge and I started to clutch and release over and over around him, he slowed his pace.
“No, Dylan, don’t stop,” I begged.
“I’m not stopping. I don’t want it to end.”
His hand reached between us to touch my clitoris and make sure that I tumbled over the edge and softened the pressure, and I came hard until I fell limp against him. “Oh, Dylan,” I gasped. “I love you, so much.”
“I’m counting on it.” Once he was sure I was satisfied, he began to move inside me again. This time he moved slower and more gently but using his pelvic bone to finish each thrust by pressing into my over-sensitive flesh.
“I wanted you to feel good, too,” I said, still clinging to him.
“I do. I will,” I promise.
He held me easily, still pinned against the wall and one hand moved up to wrap around my jaw as he kissed me over and over and my body began to open once again as desire licked like a living thing through my veins and love overwhelmed my heart. His movements became stronger and steadier as he owned my body’s response.
I was present for every sensation, every inch of him as he pushed in and pulled out, and the pressure of my orgasm building once again, but I was also aware of the reverence of his kisses and how his hands touched my face and breasts, palming them and then tweaking the rosy nipples with his finger and thumb. I was completely in the moment but still mindful of the emotion in his voice and how his own climax was imminent. I loved him beyond measure, trusted him with my life, and I gave myself over to the experience completely.
By the time he poured into my body uttering my name with a low growl bathed in intense pleasure, I was spent.
Dylan set me down, letting my legs slip to the shower floor as my forehead dropped to his chest. The room was heavy with steam as Dylan shut off the shower spray, reaching out of the shower he fumbled around in the dark for the fluffy white towels I had hanging on the racks.
As he wrapped one around his waist and one around me, then lifted me bridal style, I sighed in pleasure. “There are lights in here if you need them,” I murmured.
“I don’t want the lights on. I’ll come back and light the candles as soon as I have you in bed.”
Water from my wet hair was running down my back and shoulders to be swallowed up by the plush cotton as Dylan held me in his arms and padded into my bedroom. “Sorry if I’m dripping on your carpet.” I could hear the humor in his tone.
“It’s a small price to pay,” I said as I watched his shadowy form against the stark white towel walk back into the bathroom. Dylan chuckled, but soon the golden glow was pouring into the bedroom from the bathroom doorway.
I did want to dry off so that once we did get between the sheets, we would be comfortable. Dylan read my mind because he soon reappeared caring two more of the towels I had folded in the linen closet.
“Are you reading my mind, now?” I asked with a smile as he laid one towel on the bed and unfurled another and began drying the long strands of my hair. “I wanted to get dry before changing into pajamas.”
His gentle touch had a lulling effect and my eyes started to droop.
“Who said we were going to put on pajamas?” He dried his hair briskly with the other towel while I wrapped the one that he’d been using around my head to soak up more of the water.
“Well, I’ll have to comb out this mess if I don’t want knots in the morning.”
“Do you have a T-shirt or something?”
“Top drawer on the right.”
The towel on my head was awkward and I pulled it down to let the damp hair fall down my back.
