“Oh, God...” she moaned.
He stepped closer to the jet. Her moans turned into cries at the increased intensity. A minute later, she started convulsing, and a loud scream rose above the steam and water swirling about them. She tried to push away from the jet, but he stood firm, tightening his grip on her thighs, prolonging her climax.
Unable to take any more, she shielded herself with her hands, and only then did her body relax. He allowed her slide from him. She collapsed onto the floor. He shut off the jets, leaving only the waterfall on, before squatting down next to her.
He grasped her chin and lifted her gaze to his. “Maybe next time I tell you to get yourself wet, you won’t make me do it for you.”
Still recovering from her orgasm, she stared at him half dazed. The other half was a mixture of awe and anger. If he were really wicked, he would take the hand shower to her overly sensitive clit. Instead, he kissed her beneath the fall of water, smothering her lips with his. Once more, seeing her spend had caused his arousal to soar. He devoured her mouth until she needed to catch her breath.
“You wet for me now, pet?”
She hesitated, which made him consider another round with the jets, but then she replied, “Yes, Master.”
“Show me.”
She reached between her thighs and showed him fingers glistening with a viscous fluid not water.
“How do you know it’s not left over from last night?” he asked.
She dared return a smirk. “Why don’t you taste it?”
It was an impertinent response for a sub. But he suddenly wanted nothing more than to do what she asked. Grabbing her hand, he jammed her fingers into his mouth, swirling the taste of her over his tongue. He sucked the digits clean.
“Stay there,” he said when he was done.
He stepped out of the shower to grab a condom from one of the drawers. After putting it on, he stepped back in and pulled her to her feet. Pressing her back against the shower wall, he returned to ravaging her mouth with his. His cock wanted in something fierce, but he only ground his pelvis into her for now.
He groped her all over, her body warm and slick to the touch. Her resistance had melted and she returned his kiss, making his head swim. Fuck. He couldn’t remember wanting a woman this badly before.
He flipped her around to face the wall and pinned her wrists above her head. He held them in place with one hand while his other reached around her hip to fondle her clit. The way her arse arched into him was enough to make him bust a nut.
Bending down, he slid his cock beneath her rump and speared himself into her heat. The movement thrust her farther into the wall, smashing her breasts. To create space for herself, she pressed away from the wall and backed herself farther onto his cock.
Bloody hell. She felt so hot. So fucking good.
A thousand points of pleasure were dancing on his shaft and penetrating into his core. His ardor could not wait, and he started thrusting deep and hard, lifting her to her toes and slamming her into the shower wall.
“Fuck!” she grunted, writhing between him and the wall.
He wasn’t sure if she was trying to avoid getting smushed to the wall or if she was returning his thrusts. Either way, it was driving him crazy. But he forced himself to slow down enough to intensify his fondling of her clit till he had her moaning and trembling. He wanted to feel her come on him.
With his cock, he stroked her cunt, building her arousal. The dual assault made quick work of her orgasm. She wailed and erupted into shudders. Her cunt contracted waves of rapture about him. Unable to resist any longer, he shoved himself as far into her as he could. He was going to go all the way. He pounded into her, smacking her arse with every thrust.
His climax bowled into him with surprising force. He drove himself into her as if his life depended on his being inside her as deep as possible. Cum filled the condom. He didn’t stop until he was completely drained.
For a whole minute, his legs shook uncontrollably, but he remained buried inside her, relishing her heat and the ways her body curved into his. The shower rained over his shoulders and down between them. When he had regained his legs, he stepped back, allowing her to come off her toes. He let go of her wrists so that she could peel herself from the wall. He caught her when she stumbled and wrapped his arms about her slick body. He stroked her between the legs, eliciting a groan and a shiver. She slumped against him.
“Did you come for me, pet? Twice?”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured.
“Did you ask permission?”
CHAPTER THREE
Seriously? Was that one of his rules? She couldn’t think straight.
Kimani thought to move away from him to cl