He’s mine, and I want him to know that I appreciate what he did tonight.
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. Just thinking about that kiss at the restaurant has me antsy. His kiss had been more passionate than any other kiss that we’d shared. There’d been something raw and primal that I’d never felt before.
I want more.
I pull back the curtain and climb into the shower.
Aurielo yanks the curtain closed behind me. He grabs me by the waist, pulling me with him under the spray, his lips crushing mine.
I’m hungry for him. Desire builds inside of me. I can’t explain how I can fear him, hate him, and want to fuck him all within a short span of time.
He drives me crazy.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he mumbles against my lips, his fingers gliding down between my folds.
“Isn’t that the point?” I rasp. We are in the shower. Or did he already forget?
My mind is in a fog. His fingers stroke me, teasing my lips apart, making me ready to beg for more. I don’t want slow and drawn out. I can’t do that tonight. Need outweighs everything else.
And I need him.
He must sense my urgency as I moan at his rough touch. My insides throb for release, the pulsating building, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
Aurielo lifts me in his arms, and my legs wrap around his hips as he enters me. He’s rough and hard. It’s exactly what I need tonight.
I gasp as he fills me.
My eyes slam shut. My back is pressed against the cold tile of the shower wall, and I shiver. But I don’t care. All I feel is warmth flowing through my body, heat building and burning inside of me, begging to break free.
His mouth claims my neck, marking me as he sucks against my skin.
I don’t try to hide my moans. Every thrust aches my core in the most delirious way possible. The steam from the shower heats up the bathroom as Aurielo pounds into me.
Our bodies are slick with sweat and water from the shower.
I pull him tighter, harder, closer. Wanting to be one with him.
Digging my fingernails into his back, I claw at him, pulling him deeper.
He grunts his satisfaction, kissing and sucking my skin. “Come for me, Micetta,” he whispers into my ear.
Aurielo nips my earlobe, and I tighten onto him, feeling the first slight shudder. His words coax me closer.
His lips move to my mouth, covering mine, silencing my moans as I grow closer toward oblivion. My insides throb and ache, the pulsating sensation overwhelming as my toes curl and I tighten my hold on to Aurielo.
I tremble in his embrace and clench down as he continues thrusting, grunting, letting go with me.
My heart pounds wildly against my ribcage.
His forehead rests against mine, together panting, gasping for breath. My legs feel like rubber when I stand.
He traps me for a few seconds, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Breathe,” he whispers, pinning me with his gaze.
That’s what I’m trying to do, but the bathroom is stifling.
He keeps me held against the shower wall, my back enjoying the slight cool chill from the tile. He shuts off the shower and sweeps me up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
“Carrying you to bed.”
I smirk, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Never took you for the romantic type.”
“Don’t tell anyone, or I’ll have to deny it.”