“Look at you,” Dex rasped, feeling my body vibrate against his. “This pussy pouring already. This what you wanted, bae? This why you been acting up all week?”
“Dex, please,” I moaned, my head lolling back as the steam rose around us.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
“My legs... they’re weak,” I whispered.
“Shut the fuck up,” he said, but the words were wrapped in a dark heat. He lowered me back to the floor, my feet hitting the wet stone for only a second before he flipped me around. He bent me over slightly, my palms pressing into the rough wall for support, and entered me from behind in one deep, punishing stroke.
I pressed into the stone, a breathless cry slipping out as it echoed around us. One of his hands reached around to tweak my nipples, while the other found my clit, his thumb working in a rhythmic, agonizingly perfect circle.
“This is how this shit is gonna go,” he said between heavy, wet strokes that made my vision blur. “You gonna drop the attitude. We’re gonna enjoy our vacation. and when I ask you to be mine, you’re gonna say yeah.”
“Fuck you, Dex,” I choked out, even as my hips moved back to meet every thrust.
He stopped mid-stroke. The sudden silence was louder than the water hitting the floor.
I didn't even wait for him to start again. I threw my ass back, grinding against him, working on my own second orgasm with a desperation that had me shaking. I could hear his breath hitch, the sound of a man reaching his breaking point. The sight of me taking what I wanted was driving him crazy. I could feel him pulsating, ready to let go.
Then, he pulled out.
I spun around, my chest heaving, my eyes wild with frustration. “Why are you playing?”
“You’re the one playing, Nique,” he said, standing there dick swinging and coated with me.
“Why?” I had to ask. “Why do you even want me to be your girl, Dex? After all the fighting, all the distance, all the mess with Amina... why me?”
The roughness in his face softened just enough to break my heart. He stepped close enough that our bodies pressed together, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs wiping the water and the tears from my cheeks.
“Because nobody else sees me, Nique. Not the real me.”
He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine, his breath hot and ragged against my lips. He stayed like that for a long time, the only sound between us being the heavy drumming of the water against the stone. I could feel the vibration of his heart against my chest—steady, strong, and beating specifically for me.
“You’re the only person who’s ever been in my corner when there was nothing in it for you,” he whispered, his hands sliding from my face down to my neck, his thumbs tracing the line of my jaw. “You’re the only woman who makes me want to be better than I am. It’s always been you, Nique. Even when I was with her... she was just a distraction. A way to pass the time because I didn't think I could have the real thing.”
He pulled back just an inch, searching my eyes, letting the truth of what he’d just said settle over me in a way I wasn’t ready to answer. He wasn't just talking about sex or a vacation fling. He was laying his soul at my feet in a wet shower in Mexico, making it clear that no matter who else had been in his bed, I was the only one who had ever been in his head.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy with years of missed opportunities. I looked at him and saw everything I had been running from for years looking right back at me.
“What’s it gonna be, Dominique?” he finally asked, his voice barely a murmur. “Me and you forever, or what?”
The vulnerability in his eyes was what did me in. I’d spent so long building walls that I’d forgotten how it felt to let someone in.
“Can we... can we take it slow?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“Whatever you need, baby,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine. “I’ve waited this long. I’m not going anywhere.”
I looked up at him, my heart finally settling into a rhythm that felt like home. The heat between us was peaking again, a slow-burning fire that was demanding to be fed.
“Right now?” I said, my hands sliding down his dick. “I need you back inside me.”
Dex didn't need to be told twice. He hooked my leg around his waist, lifting me until I was pinned against the rough, warm stone. He entered me again in one smooth, agonizingly perfect slide. We both let out a long, shuddering moan of satisfaction, the friction of the water making every movement feel electric.
He was relentless this time, his body moving with a powerful, rhythmic grace that had my toes curling. I was lost in it—the smell of him, the heat of the water, and the way he filled every empty space I’d been carrying for years.
I felt a sharp, electric pull in the pit of my stomach that made my breath hitch. My fingers dug into his shoulders as the wave of my climax hit, my body arching into his as I let out a broken moan that was lost in the roar of the shower.
Dex growled, the sound vibrating through my entire chest. Watching me come was the final straw for his control. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he delivered three deep, heavy strokes before coming completely undone.