When I can’t take waiting any longer, I grip my shaft and jerk it, so ready to breach the threshold.
“Tell me if it starts to hurt. I’ll go slow.” My voice is so husky I don’t even recognize it. I want this woman so bad my molecules are transforming.
“Okay,” she breathes restlessly, my middle finger still massaging her clit. I won’t stop. Not the entire time. I want her to reap as much pleasure from this as me.
Shaking with desire, I slide my cock between her legs, soaking up the lust dampening her slit.
We both breathe raggedly, shared anticipation balancing on a razor-sharp tip.
Methodically, I guide the head of my erection to her entrance and push lightly. The warmth of her pussy engulfs me immediately, making me crazed with desire.
I inhale and exhale collectively, keeping my raging hormones in check. I want to slam into her, and swim in that feverish pool of arousal until I fucking come.
Rough, hot sex will be on the table soon enough. I’m going to give her everything, show her all the ways, but right now, this second, I need to be gentle. Ash deserves gentle, loving, and sweet.
“Christ, you’re tight.” I pump in and out slowly, gaining inch after agonizing inch.
Ash just heaves against the wall, hands pressed flat, head dropped back. I kiss all over her cheeks as I rub her clit and sneak my way into her body.
“Tell me what you’re feeling.” I need to know.
“I’m...” She huffs. “I want...oh god,” she whines, and I know I’m doing something right.
“Hold your breath.” I grip her hip with my free hand and thrust the last two inches in.
“Oh!” She lifts up on her toes, her body going rigid.
“It’s okay.” I coax her to relax over the spray of the shower. Dotting kisses anywhere I can, I concentrate on her clit as I stay buried inside her. I can feel everything, every internal contraction and spasm as I touch her.
“Shit, Eli,” she nearly cries. I’m driving her crazy, which is exactly what I planned to do.
“God.” She grabs my wrist, the sensations becoming too much for her to bear. I’m not going to stop though. Not until she comes.
“Let go, Ash. Don’t fight it.”Don’t fight me.
Her breathing becomes choppy with every passing second. I continue to tease and rub and massages until she’s squirming. Until she’s squeezing me so tightly, I nearly see stars. Then, spontaneously she erupts, slamming her palm against the wall as she showers my cock with her come.
Holy fuck, I’m a statue hypnotized by her. Spellbound by the struggle of her body, the tightness of her pussy, and the overpowering hold it has on me. That was... I have no words.
Ash leans against the wall for support, panting with her eyes squeezed shut.
I trail blazing kisses along her shoulder and up her neck as she recuperates. When she comes around, and cracks open her eyes, there’s a new fire burning behind them. An all-consuming need that sucks me in like a black hole.
When I withdraw, she softly protests. I won’t be apart from her long. I have a raging hard-on that has a pulse of its own.
Urging her to turn around, I catch the tiniest trickle of blood escape down the drain.
All gone. And all fucking mine.
There’s a quiet moment of recognition shared between us. Something has been altered forever, something that will bind us for the rest of our lifetimes.
I reach over and turn the shower off.
“Bed, now,” I say.
Ash doesn’t argue. She just steps out the steaming stall first, with me right behind her.
Grabbing the towels off the vanity, I wrap her in one and then myself in another.