He stands behind me, pinning me with his hard body to the cool tiles and forcing my clit on the jet. His lips trail up and down my neck and back as his fingers roll both my nipples softly.
I lose the floor and the ceiling, adrift in the bliss and freedom of so many of my sensitive places being explored by hands and water and lips.
I reach around, sliding my fingers down his hard abs to his belly button. His cock greets me, standing tall and proud. I wrap around it, gripping and stroking with the water as my lube.
He squats, spreading my legs and pressing me into the wall. Pulsating water ravages my tender flesh, and he kisses along my lower back as his hands rub up and down my body. Just as I relax into the calm he has lulled me into, he spins me quickly, planting his lips on mine. We kiss as the water sprays my butt, making me jump. He looks back, smiling. “Not as amazing in the ass?”
I shake my head as he lifts me up into the air, pressing my back into the cool tiles. He lowers me onto his cock, letting me choose how quickly he enters me. But I don’t rush it. I savor the feeling of him spreading me, and filling me up.
His fingers dig in, gripping with a slight tremor. I know he wants to take off. He wants the pounding and the brutal sex we both love. But I lower and rise slowly, lifting and falling on him. He fills me up, pulsating and twitching. A slow smile spreads across my lips. I sit on him, not moving at all, and pull back so I get a good view of the aggression inside of him that wants to release. It’s the only time where he can’t control what he’s doing.
He growls, lowering his face over mine.
I lift my face to find his clenched jaw and soaked hair hanging in his face. I shake my head slowly, keeping his intense gaze as I lift and lower again.
“Let me fuck you.”
I shake my head.
“Please?” He has never begged for real before.
I lift my hands, cupping his face, with his cock nearly splitting me, and kiss him with meaning and passion. He jerks like he might rut any moment, but he doesn’t. He controls himself, or I control him. Either way he’s calm on the surface.
“Lie down.”
He wrinkles his nose but does it, lowering us with him still inside of me, but I can tell we are losing each other. He grips the jets, shaking his head. “I’m gonna slip, and then you’re going to have to explain to my mom why I’m bleeding in the shower with a raging boner.”
I roll my eyes. We never talk like this, never joke, during sex. He drops us down, lying back but losing our connection. I get into position better, lowering my breasts down into his face as I arch my back to get him back inside of me, slowly rising and falling again.
His legs flex and his hands try to drag, but I manage to get them to the water-covered floor. I lift slowly again, dropping back like I might start to rush it, but I don’t. He grunts. “Jesus, Jane, you’re killing me.” He lifts, kissing me and pulling me down on his cock roughly again.
I get up quickly and stand under the water. “This is wasteful.”
He cocks an eyebrow, giving me a look. “Are you fucking with me?”
I nod. “I am trying to see how angry I can actually make you.”
He jumps up, but I run from the shower room into the bathroom and flee for the bed. I dive, soaking wet and giggling, into the sheets.
“You’re dead!” He jumps into the bed, pinning me on my stomach and kissing my back. He laughs for the first time during sex. It isn’t him who’s different, it’s me. I have never played with him before. I have never let him in like this.
But I see him suddenly, in a way I have never before.
He flips me on my side, entering me roughly and gripping my legs as he flings me on my back and arches it, lifting my lower half in the air by my hips and cheeks.
He thrusts, pushing me and pulling me back into him again to meet his thrust.
Something magical happens when he’s inside of me, not magical-cock magical but heart-soaring magical. He pumps, filling the room with our sounds. My whole body tenses, and I come with him. We hang on to each other’s skin, clinging and jerking as the explosion happens.
That’s when the magic happens. He lies down on me like a sack of potatoes and exhales as I inhale, like we are making each other’s air. He’s squishing me, pretty much breaking a rib, but I don’t feel the pain because I see it.
Nothing matters in this world but this guy. I see the point in it all. It’s like the house fades away and there is nothing, just him and me and the stars.
There is something I would not live without. It’s a person, not a cat like I always expected. Though I pretty much feel the same way about Binx.
But Dash is even something else. I will not live without him. I couldn’t breathe if he wasn’t the main thing in my life. He is my family. That hits me hard, in the chest.