“Have at me—I’m all yours.”
She smiled and began to smooth her palms over him, following them with her eyes to not only explore him with touch but with sight. She slicked her hands over strong shoulders, rounded biceps, sinewy forearms. She coasted over the hard ridges of his collarbones, down over his pecs, then lower over his ridged abs, marveling at the defined muscles there. Her gaze dropped lower still, to the thrust of his thick cock. She longed to touch that too, but cast a quick glace up at him through her eyelashes.
“Touch me,” he said in a husky voice. “Wrap your hands around my cock. I’m dying for you to touch me like that.”
Okay, then. The soap kept her hands slick and she stroked him up and down, watching like it was her own personal porn movie, only better, because she got to feel him too, the heat, the firm, dense flesh, the soft skin.
His groan encouraged her and she dipped lower with her other hand to cup his balls, gently rolling them as she continued to slide her hand up and down his shaft.
He covered that hand with his. At first she thought he meant to stop her, but he said, “Harder.” He squeezed her hand tighter around him. “Like that. Fuck, Hayden. Oh yeah.”
They played longer, learning each other’s bodies, teasing and tormenting until finally Beck said, “Damn, baby, gotta be inside that tight pussy. Like, now.”
She’d certainly never had sex standing up and had no idea how this would go. Again, Beck took charge, turning her to face the wall, bending her over. “Hands on the wall. Legs apart.”
She felt him move away, and glanced over her shoulder to see him leaning out of the tub. When he straightened he had a condom in his hand.
He suited up, bent his knees, and then pushed up into her. She arched her back and cried out at the pinch of pain, then the intense fullness.
“Okay, baby?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He held her hips, helping her move on his cock as he slid in and out. She flattened her hands on the wet wall, pushing her hips back at him with each stroke, wet hair streaming down her back.
“Oh yeah. Push that hot little ass back against me.” To her shock he gave her ass a little smack. Amazingly, it felt good, an added sensation to the buzzing tension coiling up inside her. “Perfect little ass. Love watching my cock disappear inside you and these sweet cheeks.” His strokes grew harder, faster, nearly lifting her off her feet. His grip tightened; then one hand slid around over her damp curls and between her thighs, finding the spot she desperately needed to be touched.
“Oh yeah,” she cried, almost on a sob.
“Make you come,” he growled in her ear, bending over her. “Wanna feel that pussy come so hard.”
“Close…oh God, that feels good…” Her orgasm exploded, so fast it was almost disappointing because everything he was doing felt so good she wanted it to go on forever. She couldn’t stop the noises that left her throat as her body convulsed around him.
“Beautiful. Goddamn, Hayden…” Then he pounded into her once, twice, and went still, the rough curls of his pubic hair pressed against her ass as his cock spasmed inside her. She tightened around him, deliberately squeezing, and it felt like another orgasm rolled over her.
He slid both arms around her, holding her tight to his heaving chest, both of them wet, dripping, panting. Hayden’s legs felt so weak she was glad he was holding her up.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered. “You just keep amazing me.”
She swallowed thickly, not sure what exactly she’d done to amaze him since he’d been fucking her senseless.
“Getting you all waterlogged,” he said. “We’d better get out of here.”
He stretched a hand to turn off the tap, then helped her straighten. The curtain was whisked open with a scrape of the rings against the rod, and then he was wrapping her in a towel again, this time one of her own, the thick taupe towels Carrie’d given her last year, so much more luxurious than the basic towels she’d buy herself. Now she was grateful for them, her body sensitive to their plush softness, attuned to the sensuality of being dried off. Of course it was even more pleasurable to have Beck doing it, smiling down at her with hot, dark eyes.
“More craziness,” she murmured. “Sex in the shower.”
“Babe. If you think sex in the shower is crazy, we’ve got a lot of dirty sex acts to get to.”
Her face, probably already tomato red from the orgasm and the hot shower, heated even more. “I’m not very experienced. Sorry.”
“Fuck no, don’t apologize.” His expression sobered. “Watching you respond to me, come apart for me like this…it’s fucking hot.”