Fuck. Yes.
He pressed the heavy weight of his chest forward to close any space between me and the still chilled wall.
“You want it hard, then you got it, my love,” he said against my lips.
The entwined promise and threat in those words echoed around the enclosed shower.
He repeated the movement again, slamming up into me hard enough the end of him nudged my cervix. The pain sent a jolt through me, but I urged him on.
“Don’t stop, please.”
Each new thrust battered my body. His hands gripped me tighter, his body took me higher, even the wall seemed to push back against me, creating an inferno sliding along a fine line between pleasure and pain.
I clawed his skin, certain I drew blood, but I didn’t care, and neither did he. His hands shifted to my hips instead of my ass as he used the wall as leverage and began an even more punishing pace. I would come soon but not without more friction. I wiggled until he stalled and dragged his gaze to mine. A faint light emanated from the depths of his eyes.
I panted, struggling to reach orgasm. “I need to get my hand in there to... you know...”
He scowled, shut off the water with one hand, and lifted me higher with the other until he slid out of me.
I whimpered and he swatted my ass hard enough to send a crack through the enclosure. But I didn’t have to wait long. He carried me to the bedroom and lowered me to the plush rug near the closet. Some kind of faux fur, at least I hoped it was fake, caressed my back as he carefully laid me down.
“We didn’t need to get out,” I said.
He grabbed my hips, lifted, and twisted me onto my belly. In a second flat, my hips were up by his and he was back inside me. Oh Gods, he was so much deeper in this position.
I groaned, unable to stop the sounds vibrating through my throat.
“We got out so I can give you everything you need,” Fin said, his words short and clipped. “If you need your clit stroked to come, then I’ll do that while I fuck you.”
His words speared through me as surely as his cock, rocketing me toward my orgasm faster. He wrapped one hand underneath me and brushed his fingers across my clit. It was enough to send me into overdrive. I situated up on my hands and knees and shoved back into him even as he pressed forward.
Every time our bodies met, a wet slap sounded through the room but all I could feel was the slow steady build of the orgasm he coaxed to life within me. It clawed its way out of me on the wings of pain and pleasure intertwined. I dropped my face into the floor, my arms going limp, my whole upper body falling into the faux fur as I shuddered and moaned.
With a curse, he stopped thumbing my clit and gripped my hips as I rode out the rest of my orgasm.
He slammed into me once more, and froze, his entire body contracting against mine as he came inside me. I could feel the hot wet heat of him, and in some part of my groggy endorphin flooded brain noted we probably should have used a condom here.
Despite the feel-good chemicals coursing through me, something in my chest felt tight. Like a rubber band ready to snap with the gentlest of flicks.
Fin eased out of me and then cleaned me up with a towel from the bathroom. I didn’t even try to help, but shifted to the side to relieve the ache on my knees.
When he returned from putting the towel away, he lifted me easily, carried me to the bed, dried me off, and tucked me under the covers. All the while that tight rubber band wound up inside me while I watched him.
After he cleaned up the water strewn through the bathroom and bedroom, he climbed onto the bed naked and lay on top of the covers.
I took this opportunity to get a good look at him.
Holy hell. He looked amazing with clothes on, but naked?
Wet dreams are made of this... I sung in my head.
He turned to face me, scooting down so we could look at each other eye to eye. “What are you thinking?”
“You don’t know?” I teased.
His brow creased as he studied my face. “No. I don’t know. Tell me.”
I smiled. “I’m still mad at you.”