To say I was tempted was an understatement. I ended up stealing a heated kiss before I could stop myself. I hated the vulnerability that went through me. "So you weren’t going to leave?"
Matias kept shifting his gaze from my mouth to my eyes. He finally shook his head. But he didn't say anything else.
I figured it was the best I was going to get.
"Matias," I began, but then I caught his reflection in the mirror behind him. "Oh my God!" I gasped as I took in the scratches running down his back and over his…
Shame spiraled throughout my entire body as I took in the damage I'd done to Matias’s beautiful skin. "Matias, God, I'm so sorry," I stammered as I shook my head in disbelief.
Matias glanced over his shoulder at the reflection. When he looked back at me, he seemed genuinely confused. "For what?"
"The scratches. I didn't realize—"
That was as much as I got out because he chose that moment to kiss me. Hard and deep. By the time we came up for air, I was panting and I knew the little blue pills wouldn't be necessary because even now, my cock was rapidly thickening.
Matias’s hand settled on my backside. His finger pressed against my entrance. "Can you still feel me inside you?" he asked gruffly.
I wasn't sure if he was talking about if I could figuratively still feel his cock buried deep in my ass or his question was more literal and he wanted to know if any of his semen remained inside me, but either way it didn't matter. My answer was the same for both questions. "Not enough."
Matias’s eyes were bright with fire. He pulled me aside and reached into the shower to turn the water back on. Then his mouth was on mine. "My pants," he demanded. I quickly got them loose and then he was stepping out of them. I forgot all about the things I needed to say to him, the questions I had, as he pulled me into the shower with him and kissed me as the hot water sluiced over our bodies. His hands caressed every inch of me as his mouth made love to mine. Within a matter of minutes, I was on the verge of begging for relief.
That was when Matias turned me around and pressed me up against the glass wall of the shower. His big body stepped in behind mine. His lips sought out my neck, then my shoulder. I could feel his hand at my ass, but he wasn't touching me. I had a feeling he was stroking himself. It wasn't until something hit the floor that I realized what he was doing. I looked down to see my shampoo bottle rolling across the wet tile. A moment later, Matias’s cock was pushing into my body. It registered that he'd used the shampoo as makeshift lube. If I hadn't been so desperate for him, I probably would have joked with him about using my very expensive shampoo in such a way. In any case, it provided enough slickness to get him inside of me. When he was fully seated, I let out a cry of relief.
"Open your eyes," Matias growled in my ear. I hadn't really even realized they were closed. "Look at yourself!" he demanded, his voice gruff.
I thought he meant for me to look down at my own hard length, but he repeated the command and added, "See what I see." It was then that I realized he was talking about the mirror across from the shower. It offered the perfect view of the two of us. Me pressed up against the glass and Matias’s big body behind me. I didn't even recognize myself. I'd never been fully comfortable with my body or my looks but seeing myself now was different somehow. I was different. I looked well-loved. I looked…
I looked like I was exactly where I belonged.
Matias chose that moment to pull out of me before thrusting deep once more. I cried out, watching my reflection as I did so. If I hadn't known the man in the mirror was me, I would've envied him. I would've envied the wildness in his eyes, the hard press of his fingertips against the glass, the rock-hard cock that was flushed with color.
I tried to keep my eyes open as long as I could as Matias fucked me, but it was impossible. There was just too much sensation to deal with. My ass stung as he pummeled me, but the burn quickly turned to an almost unbearable pleasure. Matias had me completely pinned, so I could do nothing but stand there and take it… take him. He grunted in my ear as his pace quickened and his lunges became more frantic. I was only dimly aware of the pleas that began to fall from my lips… the ones for relief. When Matias reached around me to grip my dick, I pressed my forehead against the arm I had folded in front of me. I ended up shifting my gaze back and forth between our reflection in the mirror and his hand on my shaft. I was fascinated with the expressions that passed over Matias’s features as he pounded into me. As detached and distant as he always seemed during the few conversations we'd had, his expressions were so very different when we were having sex. It was like he forgot that he had to hide from me.