He shifts it to pulse mode and brings it between my legs, holding it just right over my clit. The moment the water hits me, I jerk forward and nearly lose my balance.
“Oh my god?—”
“Don’t move,” he says, voice firm. “Stay just like that.”
He fucks into me slow and deep, the rhythm unforgiving now, and the water pulses against my clit in time with each thrust. It’s too much. It’s perfect. I grip the tile like it’s the only thing keeping me upright.
“Ethan—shit—I’m?—”
“I know.”
I fall apart with a cry, clenching tight around him, my whole body convulsing. My knees nearly give out, but he holds me up, one strong arm around my waist, keeping me right where he wants me.
He doesn’t stop.
“Again,” he says, adjusting the angle of the shower head, dragging the water over me as he keeps moving inside me. “You’ve got more.”
I don’t think I do—but my body betrays me.
His cock slides in deep, and that damn water keeps teasing my clit, and before I can fully come down, the pressure builds again.
I pant, eyes squeezed shut, forehead against the wall. “I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can.”
He shifts the water again. Flicks the pulse to a tighter setting.
“Fuck, Ethan—please?—”
“Come for me, Lila. Right now.”
I scream when it hits. My legs shake. My vision whites out. I come again, harder than the last, so intense I feel it in my teeth.
He still doesn’t stop.
He lets me sag against the tile, the water now cooling just slightly, his cock still buried inside me.
Then, slowly, he pulls out.
I gasp, boneless, spent—but not done.
He turns me around.
I fall back against the wall, panting, and he drops to his knees in front of me.
“Ethan—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh. “One more.”
I want to tell him I can’t. I want to beg him to wait.
But when he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and presses the shower head between my thighs again, I cry out and grab his hair.
He licks me slowly, gently, teasing with just the tip of his tongue while the water pulses on my clit. My hips grind against him without permission. I can’t stop it. I can’t stop anything.
I feel the heat coil again, sharp and tight and impossible.
He sucks on my clit just once and I come undone all over again—loud and shameless, grinding against his face, water pouring down on both of us.