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This shower is like heaven. The pressure is amazing, the heat is just right, and the fixture is in the ceiling overhead, letting the water gently rain down on me. Ugh. I can only wish I had a shower like this in my place. If I didn’t think my mom would destroy it, I’d ask Lane to upgrade my bathroom just like this.
Running my hands through my hair, I savor the sensation of the water flowing down over me. But when I feel a pair of hands slip around my waist, I jump and let out a squeal of surprise. Quickly spinning around, I find Lane looking down at me, a sultry smile on his face and his eyes smoldering with desire.
The way he looks at me sets my entire body on fire. He looks at me like I’m a living piece of art, or like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. The way he looks at me makes me feel special in a way nobody’s ever made me feel before.
“Good thing you remodeled this shower so it can accommodate two,” I say. “If we tried this at my place, it wouldn’t be pretty.”
“And this is why I refuse to remodel the interior of your place—it forces you to use my shower,” he growls.
“Clever boy,” I say.
He shudders as I run my fingertips down the hard planes of his chest. Lane leans down and kisses me, using his big body to press me up against the wall behind me. Our tongues swirl around one another and I feel myself growing hotter. The insides of my thighs are already slick with my juices and when I reach down and grab hold of his long, thick member, stroking him up and down, a quiver runs through my inner walls. I’m aching to feel him inside of me again.
A low moan passes his lips as he plants a line of kisses down my neck as I tighten my grip on his staff and jerk him off. His size is still a little intimidating to me. I still marvel at the fact that I was able to take something so large inside of me, but I wonder if that’s just my inexperience showing. All I know for sure right now is that my core aches with need, and despite still being a little sore from last night’s exertions, I need to feel him inside of me again.
As if Lane is reading my mind, he kisses me again and spins me around. I put my hands up on the wall to brace myself and relish the feeling of his big, strong hands on my hips. Arching my back, I look over my shoulder at him, a small, playful smile on my lips.
“I want you inside of me,” I say, my voice low and breathy.
The corner of Lane’s mouth quirks upward in a grin as he grabs a handful of my hair and wrenches my head back. At the same time, he thrusts his hips, piercing me with that long, hard staff, drawing a loud squeal and a gasp from me.
I wince as the pain of taking him so deep radiates throughout my body, but the pain is soon overwhelmed by a rush of pleasure so intense, my legs nearly give out under me. He pulls my hair even harder as he groans then the sharp crack of him slapping my ass echoes around the shower stall.
“Yes, baby,” I gasp. “Just like that.”
Lane starts to pump his hips, driving himself into me again and again. I bite my bottom lip hard enough that I feel like I might draw blood as he stretches me open. Small shooting pains radiate from my core, but it somehow intensifies the pleasure I feel as he plunges himself deep into my sex. It’s the same thing as he slaps my ass again—that sharp pinch of pain heightening the pleasure he’s giving me.
His fingers press hard into the flesh of my hips and the wet slapping sound of our bodies crashing together under the gentle fall of the water rings in my ears. He smacks my ass again then slides his hands up to cup my breast, giving my nipples a firm pinch that makes me yelp. I’ve never had to consider whether I’m a girl who likes it rough or not, but apparently, the answer to that question is a resounding yes.
I have never been as wet as I am right now, which is probably a good thing since it allows him to slide that deliciously enormous rod of his into me a little easier.
Lane slides himself out of me and steps back. His breathing is labored and husky, but he’s got a wicked little smile on his face. I step forward and reach for his tool again, anxious to feel it inside of me, but he pushes my hands away. Instead, he reaches down and picks me up as if I weigh nothing at all and I lock my ankles together behind his back. Lane’s kiss is so hard and forceful, it nearly steals my breath but sends tendrils of heat crawling across my body.
Reaching down, he positions himself between my lips then thrusts himself forward. Once again, I gasp as he splits me open, driving himself as deep into my sex as he can go. The pleasure quickly overcomes the pain and I smile at him.
Lane leans forward, keeping me pinned between his rock-hard body and the tile wall behind me, slamming his hard staff into me as hard as he can. Our breath is ragged, and my entire body feels like I’ve got electricity running through me as he saws in and out of me.
My heart is beating so hard, I feel like I'm on the verge of a heart attack. But the sensation of his long shaft sliding along my wet, snug walls feels too good to make him stop. If I'm going to die, this is a hell of a way to go.
Lane's mouth crashes against mine as he fucks me, our tongues swirl together in a whirlwind of passion as the water rains down over us. I press my head back against the tile and scream out his name as my body grows taut and the pressure between my thighs builds to an intense crescendo. And just when the pressure gets to be too much, an orgasm more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt comes crashing down over me.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as my body spasms and twitches, and even though I’m slippery from all the water and am practically convulsing, Lane keeps me pressed up against the wall and continues to fuck me with a wild abandon that steals my breath away.
"Oh fuck," I mutter when the steel grip of my orgasm eases. "Oh, my God."
Lane grins but lets out a tight grunt as he continues thrusting his hips, piercing me to the core with his rigid shaft. I feel him swelling inside of me and lean forward, biting his shoulder as goosebumps break out across my skin and fire snakes its way down my spine. My skin is tingling like I’ve got live electrical current running through it and I feel my inner walls tightening around him. Lane throws his head back as he thrusts with all his might one last time, slamming himself into me, and lets out a low moan as he erupts.
I cling to him for all I’m worth, watching him in fascination as I feel him spurting pulse after pulse of warmth into me. I shudder from head to toe as he fills me up with his warm, sticky seed, relishing the feel of him emptying every last drop into me. Together, we ride the waves of ecstasy for a moment. Being pinned to the wall by his hulking body makes me feel so small and delicate. So dainty. It makes me feel like a little girl and I absolutely love it.
Slowly, the afterglow fades and he softens, slipping out of me with a rush of his seed. He looks into my eyes and smiles then kisses me. It’s a slow, lingering kiss full of warm and vital emotion. This isn't the kiss of somebody who's only interested in fucking you. It's the kiss of somebody who you mean something to. I look up into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts. As always though, they remain opaque.
“I think this is exactly what I needed before bed,” I murmur.
“The shower? Or the sex?”
“Maybe a bit of both,” I tease.
He laughs softly. “Well, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed then, you hard-working woman you,” he says. “You’re working the day shift with Gwen after all.”
