“I want you,” I whisper, peeling off my shirt and helping him out of his, along with both of our pants.
I toss the rest of our clothes onto the shower floor and kick them to the corner so they won’t be a hindrance later on. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing Kayden’s naked body. Long, powerful, not even an ounce of fat on him, just thick and heavy muscle cresting and contouring his body.
He’s undeniably ripped and gorgeous—and all mine.
“You have me,” he murmurs back, hands sweeping over the curve of my breasts as his mouth returns to mine, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. The aching need building between my legs intensifies.
The kiss is hot and heavy, mirroring the state of the shower room as it overflows with steam. Pleasure skates up my spine as his mouth travels down the curve of my jaw, down my neck, peppering a trail of searing kisses along the way.
I pull back from Kayden far enough to reach one hand down and grasp his erection, and I stroke him, applying pressure to the most sensitive parts. It’s a struggle, with him being so damn big in my hand, but I make do, taking the spurts of breath coming out of his mouth as an indication that he’s enjoying this. And holy shit, does he enjoy it. He leans in to my movements, pushing his cock into my hand like he can’t get enough of it. I tighten my grip on him, applying even more pressure on the base of his cock, making sure to get back at him for the torturous head session he gave me this morning.
Steam permeates the air, now opaque with a thick grey fog. It’s getting hard to see anything, even Kayden. But my grip on him is solid, pumping him in long, hard strokes, and just as I feel him trembling, close to losing himself, he wraps a firm hand around my wrist.
“Stop,” he commands.
“But, Kayden—”
“Turn around. Face the glass.”
Holy shit. I love controlling Kayden.
He flips me around then presses both my hands against the glass. I feel his presence leave for a couple of seconds as he goes to retrieve a condom from his pants. He sheathes himself with the rubber and settles behind me. Then he guides his cock into me, plunging straight into my opening.
I’m certain the moan that shoots out of my mouth could be heard from space.
Another desperate noise tears out of me as Kayden rocks his hips into me, rough hands pinching my skin. My hands try to cling to anything, my wet palms slipping against the glass with every thrust. Kayden, noticing my struggle, lets out a low laugh and covers my hands with his, the pressure enough to keep both our hands pressed together against the wet panel without falling.
My God, even when he’s fucking me like the unbelievably potent force he is, he’s able to find tenderness and affection in the most intense moments.
“Kayden,” I whisper, my head twisting back toward him, frantically seeking his lips. I need his taste in my mouth.
Now.
Kayden obliges me, meeting my lips with his own, his tongue plunging mercilessly into my mouth. He’s deliciously primal and rough, but loving at the same time. Pleasure shoots across my nerve endings he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs until my throat is exposed to his mouth, allowing his lips to graze the exposed skin there. I arch my body against him restlessly, desperate to meet his every kiss and every hurried thrust.
Not even the heavy pounding of water against our skin can drown out our moans. My legs struggle to keep me standing from the sheer pleasure of Kayden having his way with me like this. He’s desperate and rough and overpowering, every muscle in his body tightening and squeezing as he keeps fucking me. I feel almost smug that I’ve done this to him, his curses and groans filling my ears as his movements grow uncontrolled.
“Fuck, baby . . .” He grunts.
Kayden grabs my hips for dear life as he rocks into me, and all I can do is whimper and plead with him to keepgoing, please, Kayden, you feel so fucking good as he fills me up so perfectly, each long stroke intensifying the ache inside me, until I’m no longer panting but screaming for release.
“Kayden . . . I—”
I can barely get the words out before all the tension built inside me explodes, an orgasm rippling through my body like a flash flood, drowning me with a huge wave of pleasure.
Joining me, Kayden’s fingers dig into my hips hard as he slams into me one final time, breathing hard against me as his entire body convulses in release.
Just as I think we’re finished, he whips me back around to face him, caging me in with his arms on either side of the glass. I straighten up, my heart hammering wildly against my chest as the water continues to thunder down on us, the heavy patter of the shower not nearly enough to keep us from drawing together.
“We’re not done here, are we?” I say, my mouth so close to Kayden’s.
His husky laughter tickles my lips as one finger tickles my chin.
“What do you think?”
The knowing smile I return to him is the only answer he needs before he hoists me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist for round two.