Goddammit, I’m about to explode. My balls ache. My cock is twitching and weeping. I pull back and reach down, grab my dick and grit my teeth to keep from coming.
“Need you,” she mumbles. “Inside me.”
The warm water beats down on us. Her long hair is plastered to her body. I’m panting, and my blood is rushing in my ears. I should get up, but she doesn’t let me, lowering herself on top of me, satiny skin sliding against mine. I grab her hips and steady her descent, until she’s sitting in my lap, her legs splayed on either side of me.
Leaning forward, I kiss her mouth, and she parts her lips, letting me in. I thrust my tongue inside, the way I want to thrust my cock into her heat. Her hand slips between our bodies and finds my hard-on. Her fingers curl around it and squeeze.
I jerk, my whole body spasming with pleasure. I gasp in her mouth and grab her hand, stilling it. “Tess, dammit. I don’t have a condom here.”
“I’m on the pill. Please, Dylan…”
Jesus. My self-control unravels so fast it’s dizzying. I grip her hips, lift her up. She shifts to a kneeling position and places her hands on my shoulders. The way she’s looking at me—with desire, but also with trust—is my undoing.
I’ve never looked a girl in the eyes while getting hot and dirty with her, but now I can’t look away. As I lower her, impaling her on my hard-on, I stare into her eyes and read it all—the desire, the affection, the pain, the strength. The vulnerability.
Then it gets too much—the pressure around my cock, the feel of her around me, the emotions—and I have to close my eyes as she sinks lower. The pressure is rising behind my balls, inside my gut.
In my heart.
As she takes in the whole of me, settling on my thighs, I think I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven. Pleasure fizzles on every nerve end. Warmth spreads down my chest, down my spine. A fire burns in my veins. We hold each other, melded into one, and I don’t want to be anywhere else, ever.
My girl. The only woman I’ve ever really wanted.
I grab her hips and lift her, groaning at the sensation, the friction. So damn hot. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, and she throws her head back, then moans when I drag her back down.
Fucking hell. My stomach contracts, and I hunch over, gritting my teeth as her inner walls massage my hard-on in slow, maddening waves. A growl rumbles in my chest. The need to speed up, to lay her back on the warm tiles and fuck her until she comes is tightening my muscles—but I won’t.
Instead, I smooth my hands up her back and suck on her nipples, while lowering and lifting her—trying to ignore my throbbing dick and the tightening inside me that signals my approaching orgasm.
Not yet.
Now she’s lifting and lowering herself, faster and faster, her breaths coming out in tiny moans, her fingers leaving imprints in my back, and oh, fuck, the pressure in my dick is reaching overload.
My head thunks back on the tiled wall. “Oh shit.” My hips rock upward, my thighs strain, I can’t… “Tess!”
She cries out, convulsing around my cock, squeezing like a vise, and all air leaves my lungs. I can only hold on to her as I explode, spilling inside her in a hot rush that goes on and on. My head slams back into the wall again, and I’m not sure the stars I’m seeing are from that or from the force of my orgasm. It’s like I’ve gone fucking supernova. My body is still jerking, my hips still rolling, milking the last ripples of pleasure.
So damn good.
Tessa lowers herself one final time and lays her head on my shoulder, panting softly. She clenches around my softening dick, and I groan, shuddering with aftershocks. I hug her closer, my hands spanning her ribcage, moving over the smooth skin.
The water is turning cold, but I’d stay here, with her. I’d warm her up, I’d hold her and stroke her hair.
Fact is, I’d stay with her to the end of time.
***
It’s freezing cold, and I shift restlessly, vaguely aware I’m curled on my side. I’m in my bed, so why does it feel like I’m at the North Pole, lying naked in the snow? My teeth chatter.
Then something presses against my back, warm and soft. A woman’s body, curvy and smelling of sweetness and sex. Her arm slips over my ribs, holding me close. I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept in a bed with a girl.
Tess…
She’s here, with me. The thought is both exciting and calming. Her scent is delicious. Her heat seeps into me, relaxing my muscles, and sleep pulls me under once more.
When I wake up again, I’m alone in bed. I throw the covers off and sit up, taking a moment to clear the black spots from my eyes. I never used to get light-headed before. It’s only these past months I started feeling like shit.