Kai’s grin presses against my skin. “Yet.” His fingers slip between my legs, teasing.
I bite my lip, pressing back against him, slick with arousal. “Less talking. More proving me wrong.”
He lifts my leg, positioning me just right. The water beats down, steam thickening, making everything feel surreal. Then he thrusts in deep.
I gasp, my palms slamming against the slick tile.
He grips my hips, holding me steady as he thrusts into me over and over again. “You feel so fucking good, Trouble.”
I moan, my nails dragging down his back. “Fuck, Kai?—”
It’s not slow, not controlled.
It’s needy. Desperate. Our movements fast, messy, frenzied. Both of us chasing one last high.
Kai’s teeth graze my shoulder, his grip tight on my waist. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take my hard cock.”
His fingers find my clit, pressing, circling.
I moan as ripples of pleasure radiate throughout my body, his ministrations on my sensitive bud making my knees weak. I know I’m close, my entire body tensing in anticipation.
“Come for me again,” he commands.
And I do. I shatter, gripping the tile, body trembling.
Kai follows moments later, groaning against my throat, his body shaking.
We’re both breathless. Shaking. Wrecked beyond repair.
Kai’s arms wrap around me, holding me up.
My forehead rests against the tile.
His lips press against my shoulder, soft, lingering.
Like he’s memorizing this moment.
Like he knows this might be the last time.
And maybe that’s the worst fucking part.