I pulled my hand away and she let out a soft, disappointed whine.
She stood up, water running down her body, her skin flushed pink all over. Her dark hair was plastered to her back, and those brown eyes looked heavy and hazy as she stepped out onto the mat.
I followed her out and grabbed a towel off the rack. Before I could even hand it to her, she took it from my hands and let it fall on the cold tile floor.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
She sank to her knees on the towel and gazed up at me. All that stress from earlier was gone.
She wrapped her hand around my cock. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Fuck. I’m already so worked up, I wanna save it for when I’m inside?—”
She took me into her mouth, swallowing my words. The heat and her hands short-circuited my brain. She stroked what her lips couldn’t reach, while her tongue swirled around me.
I let out a low groan, my fingers sinking into her wet hair. “Goddamn, that’s it.”
She pulled back just enough to flick her tongue against that sensitive spot under the head. The quick, wet lashes had me trembling, low groans tearing from my chest.
I was barely holding it together. After a few more seconds, I eased my hips back, slipping free.
“C’mere,” I said, voice rough.
I caught her under the arms and lifted her against me, ignoring the protest in my shoulder. She gasped into my mouth as I kissed her hard, her damp body pressing flush to mine.
I walked her backward until her thighs hit the vanity, then spun her to face the mirror, just like that first night in the hotel.
I pressed up behind her, my cock sliding against her skin as I pulled her hips back.
“Look at you,” I murmured, reaching around to cup her breast, thumb rubbing over the nipple. My other hand slid down between her thighs and found her soaked, hot, and more than ready for me.
I leaned over her shoulder, my lips brushing her ear. "Can't get enough of you like this. So fucking pretty and dripping for me."
Her reflection stared back at me. Flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, dark hair sticking to her shoulders. Perfect.
“Stay right there,” I said. “I’ll grab a condom.”
Her hand shot back and grabbed my wrist. “You don’t need it.”
I froze, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “What?”
“I went to the clinic in Sheridan last week. I’m on the pill. You’re safe.”
The thought alone, me sliding into her bare, nothing between us, just sinking in, filling her completely?—
Fuck.
My cock throbbed. She didn't have to tell me twice. I gripped her hips and pushed into her with one long, slow stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
“So goddamn tight,” I hissed.
It was almost too much. Hot, wet, with no barrier. I locked my jaw and held still, breathing hard through my nose, fighting like hell not to come right then. I wanted to make it good for her.
I started moving slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. She moaned, her eyes fluttering in the mirror. I couldn’t look away from her face, drunk on the way her mouth fell open every time I bottomed out.
“Tell me what you want, darlin’… Want me to touch you like I did in the tub?”
She shook her head, wet strands of hair sticking to her flushed cheek. “No… just like this.” She reached back, grabbed my hand, and pressed it firmly to her chest. “And keep your hands on me.”