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Lana clawed her skin, waiting and watching as he selected a foil packet from a drawer under the sink.
The intense swell mounting between her legs had become unbearable. She needed a release, with him, all over him. Rubbing her fingertips over the steamy glass, she observed his skilful movements, watching him roll a thin veil down his thick long shaft.
Marcus’s legs were apart, his feet planted wide and his hand wrapped around the base of his dick. His naked form was toned and tight, with wide muscular shoulders of power and strength.
A scattering of fine hair dusted his flexed chest and the skin was deepened with a tan, adding to his rugged manliness. His legs were lean and brawny and his face so very striking.
This commanding man was preparing himself for her, and she was beyond ready.
The pounding in her chest made her feel faint, especially when the glass door opened and his strong arms bumped her pelvis into him.
His body was warm and welcoming, the touch exhilarating and safe.
Positioned in the corner, he shunted her upwards, and she willingly spread her legs, folding them around his hips. Without hesitation, he found her heat and nudged into her entrance, bit by bit until he fully buried himself inside her.
The controlled upward thrusts were deep and intense. She was full, stretched like never before, and it felt amazing.
Up until this point she could only imagine how good he would feel, and now she was finally able to surrender to him, with a reciprocated desire fuelling their kisses.
She moaned into his mouth. “That feels so good.”
He pushed in deeper, holding the tip at her sweet spot, causing her insides to quiver. She was seconds from losing control. Marcus knew exactly what she needed to send her screaming over the edge of sanity.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled throatily, digging his fingers into her thighs.
On command, she let go, giving into an orgasm that rippled through her muscles. She screamed out his name, her eyes rolling and his thrusts hard and fast.
Her insides convulsed, tightening around him. Still impaled on his hard cock, Marcus continued to ram into her, over and over. Scraping her finger nails across his shoulder blades, she clung by the insides of her legs, panting into his neck.
With one swoop, he hoisted her up further, pressing her shoulders into the tiny tiles and pushed deeper inside. Lana yelled out in pleasurable pain, it felt so long, nudging the entrance to her womb.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Lana lifted her head and locked eyes with his dark green lustful gaze. Releasing her legs, he pushed them down and spun her around. “Bend over.”
Fanning her fingers on the wall, she bent over, her back to his chest. His throaty growl made her tingle and those hot lips brushing the arch of her shoulder electrified her senses.
The welcome feel of his hardness locating her entrance brought her to tiptoes in anticipation. Again, he took her, faster and more furious now he was able to drive in with more control.
A large hand snaked her hips, gliding to her clitoris. The sensation of his fingers combined with his driving thrusts made her insides liquify until she shuddered, climaxing in a wave of intense currents that swirled from her groin to her solar plexus.
She twisted and panted, her shaky legs buckling at the knees. Marcus tensed, bringing his arm to her waist to cradle her from behind. His face fell to her hair and he pressed his lips to the crown of her head, before swivelling her around so they were face to face.
The water spray rested on his thick lashes, glistening like diamonds. A wide contented smile graced his lips.
She peered up at him, smiling shyly and then tipped her forehead into his chest. Still dazed, she stayed there and stroked the smooth skin by her face, feeling it prickle at her light touch.
Her heart bucked wildly, hot jets gushed over their entwined bodies and his arms wrapped her neck, holding her tightly.
She felt safe, happy and satisfied but it was all too much, too intense, too real. The sex had been better than she ever dreamed possible, never to be repeated with anyone else.
Those stupid dangerous thoughts headlined in her mind, she wasn’t sure if she could let him go.
A stir of emotion brought her arms around him tighter. Marcus nestled his cheek on top of her head like he didn’t want to let go either.
They just stood in the shower momentarily, their hearts beating together but their thoughts unknown.
The sex was better than she ever imagined—in he wildest dreams—and there had been plenty.
How could she walk away from him after this?