“Let’s get you dried off,” he says, holding the towel open for me.
I open the tub drain then slowly move to my feet. He has one hand reached out toward me, so I grab it, letting him be my anchor as I step out of the tub and onto the gray memory-foam bathmat. Thinking he’s going to give me the towel, I reach for it, but he moves it away.
“You took your orgasm from me, you won’t take this away,” he says and begins to wipe away the droplets from my shoulders.
“You never said I couldn’t,” I say softly, quietly inhaling him as he moves around my body with the towel. His aftershave mingles with the stale scent of a cigarette. He’s more than tired; he’s had a hard day. He only smokes when he needs to take the edge off.
He brings his eyes level with mine, tension in his jaw. “I never said you could, either.”
“I guess you have a point.” I watch his hands in the mirror as he moves them over my body, making sure every inch of me is dried. This feels natural, comforting.
“So agreeable tonight.” He smiles. There’s a deep crease on the left side of his mouth, and I think for the first time I’m seeing a genuine smile from him.
“Too tired to be otherwise, I guess.” I lift a shoulder. I can’t let him think he has the total upper hand here.
He chuckles and drops the towel to the floor between us. I look down at it, then at the tent of his boxers. Instant desire floods me again. Without checking his expression, I hook my thumbs into the elastic of his boxers and drag them down to his feet as I move down to my knees. The towel acts as the perfect pillow.
“You think you can make up for what you did?” he asks, his voice heavy and deep.
I wrap my hand around his thick cock. He’s warm, and so fucking hard. As I stroke my hand up his shaft, a bead of pre-cum appears on the tip of his cock. Without hesitation, I lick it up.
“Fuck,” he groans and it’s all the invitation I need.
Swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, I slowly take him into my mouth, and then further, over my tongue and down my throat. I stop when he hits the back, and I swallow around his thickness.
I’m rewarded with another guttural sound from him. Pulling back slowly, painfully slow because all I want to do is devour him, I drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft, and then flick against the sensitive spot just below the head.
“Fucking tease,” he growls and grabs my head, a hand on each side. “Open wide, Charlotte.” It’s the only warning I’m given before he drives his cock straight into my throat. I sputter, but he doesn’t care. He pulls back just enough to allow him to thrust forward again.
I press my hands against his muscular thighs for balance as he resumes control and fucks my face as hard as he pleases. And somewhere in me I know I should hate him for this, for taking what I wanted to give and then taking even more, but heaven help me, I don’t. I love this. I want this. I want to curl up under this power he wields over me and let him take me wherever he wants.
“Fuck,” he grunts through his teeth. “I’m going to hurt you like this, get up.” He releases me and takes a step back. Immediately, I miss having him in me. The salty aftertaste isn’t enough. I get to my feet, and he grabs me by the back of my head, fisting my hair at the scalp, and pushes me against the shower glass wall with his body.
“Nikolai.” I breathe his name, suddenly in as much need as him.
He lines up our gazes and that smile of his, the one that warns of dangerous deliciousness, curls his lips.
“Oh, no, Charlotte. You’ve had your fun; this is all me. If you come again, I’ll spin you around and fuck your ass dry. It will hurt and you’ll feel it for days, so I really suggest you be careful.”
He’s not bluffing. Nikolai never does. No matter how bad it is, he will always tell me the truth.
He lets go of my hair and reaches down, hoisting me up from the floor and wrapping my legs around his waist. I lean my head back against the shower wall and prepare for his first thrust.
It’s immediate and it’s filling and it’s hard and it’s so fucking good. But he wasn’t kidding when he said this is all for him. He thrusts harder and faster, biting at my neck as he fucks me against the wall. For a brief moment I worry the glass will break with the force of him fucking me. His head drops to my shoulder; his hot breath washing over my skin that’s sensitive from soaking in the hot water.
“So good, you’re being so good for me,” he mutters between hard breaths.
I fist his hair, gently pulling him from my shoulder. As soon as I’m within reach, I capture his mouth, kissing him hard. He presses me harder against the wall. His tongue sweeps between my lips and takes over the kiss. I release his hair, but don’t stop touching him. I can’t. I want this connection, this feeling of our bodies touching at all points.
My back rubs against the glass as he rocks my body against it.
He breaks the kiss and plows into me once, then twice before he stills as his orgasm takes over his body. His eyes widen, his mouth falls open and I kiss his chin, his cheek while he rides the waves of his release.
Slowly, he comes back to me, his eyes focus on me, and he lets out a deep breath and presses his head against my shoulder again. Gingerly, he puts my feet back on the floor and slips out of me, leaving me wanting and open for him. But he made his decision and I know he’s not going to go back on it.
After another moment passes, he lifts his head up and kisses my cheek.
“I forgot the condom,” he mutters, stepping away and running his hand harshly through his hair.