Pointing to the tiled floor just outside the shower door, I saw the little black square. A condom. She'd come prepared. She'd wanted to be fucked in here all along. Once I was sure she could stand on her own, I opened the door enough to grab the condom, rip it open and toss the wrapper onto the floor.
“Let me,” she said.
I didn't deny her when she took it from me. But when she gripped the base of my cock in her left hand and began to roll the condom down my length, I couldn't stifle the groan. Her fist was hot and snug; she knew just how to hold me. The condom was on in record time and she arched a pale brow. When her lip quirked up, I knew I had to do something about that sass.
“Turn around. Hands on the tile.” My voice was deep, commanding, but she just had to say no and I'd carry her to bed and make love to her, slow and sweet. That wasn't what she wanted though, and when she did as I said and put her hands on the marble, I ran a hand down the long line of her back. “Step back. More. Good girl. Now bend down so I get a good look at that perfect ass.”
As she positioned herself, she looked over her shoulder at me, watched me look at her.
Her hips were wider than I remembered, her ass the perfect heart shape. It begged to be spanked and I did just that, one playful swat. She stiffened, but bit her lip. I watched as her breasts swayed, my handprint formed a pretty pink on her pale skin.
“What was that for?”
“For being too fucking hot.” I ran a finger over her pussy, pink and dripping.
“Kit!” she cried, wiggling her hips.
“What do you need, kitten?”
“You,” she whimpered when I pulled my hand away.
Stepping up to her, I took hold of her hip, aligned my dick up and slid right into her. One long, fucking perfect stroke.
“Oh god,” she groaned.
“Fuck,” I hissed. My eyes fell closed and my fingers tightened. “This first time's going to be rough. Then I'll learn every inch of you. All night long.”
“Yes.”
That was the end of talking. I couldn't do it anymore. My basest needs took over and I took her hard. Fuck. Rut. Claim.
In. Out. I wasn't gentle but she didn't seem to care. The way she chanted my name and pushed her ass back against every thrust told me she wanted it. Hard.
I'd give it to her.
Damn, I wished I wasn't wearing a condom, but we had to talk first. Fuck now, talk later. Then she'd be mine and I could go bare and mark her with my cum. That had my balls tightening and I was so close.
“Come, Crys. Come all over my cock.”
I wasn't sure if she came because I'd commanded it or because it was so fucking good. It didn't matter because when her tight pussy began to ripple and clench around my cock I knew she was coming. I followed her right over, my cum pumping out of me and into the condom as she milked it from me.
There would be bruises on her hip where I gripped her, but I didn't care. Neither did she. It was just another mark of ownership, of giving her exactly what she needed.
Me.
Reaching out, I turned off the water and scooped her up into my arms, carrying her out of the bathroom. That was round one. Round two would be in a bed.
Chapter 7
Crystal
“I should just let you fall into your post-sex nap and leave,” I said.
I'd taken a few minutes to savor the double orgasm, but it was time to face reality. One: Kit was as good as I'd remembered. Better. Damn it. Two: He was just a one-night stand. No matter what he said—and he'd said he wanted to talk—he wouldn't change my mind about leaving. This was not a sleepover. This was not happily-ever-after. He'd broken my heart once. I wasn't going to let that happen again. So this was just sex. Really, really good fucking sex.
Kit lay beside me on his back, arm thrown over his eyes. I watched as the corner of his mouth tipped up. The rest of him? Yeah, he was naked and bare and hot as hell. His cock was still hard. And big.
“You should.”
His arm dropped and he rolled onto his side. Grabbing the sheet, he pulled it up over me so my lower half was covered, although the glint in his eyes told me it was intentional when he stopped well below my breasts.
“They're bigger than I remember,” he said, his dark gaze focused on them.
“Yeah, well, lots of things change in ten years.”
The smile slipped.
“I've followed you in the news,” he said. He met my eyes, held. “I'm so proud of you.”
It warmed me to hear him say that. I hadn't gotten those words from my parents. A few friends, but not anyone whose voice held value.
“Thanks.”
“Really, kitten. You did just what you said.”
I glanced away, swallowed. His endearment wasn't making this easy for me. “Not all of it.”
When he didn't say anything, I looked at him.