Fuck two weeks.
When I open her up, her clit still seems a little swollen. Not sure if it’s from last night’s clit clamp or arousal. She tasted so good. I loved waking up, smelling her all around me, all over me. I hitch one of her thighs over my shoulder and French kiss her slit, pulling the nub of nerves into my mouth.
“Ooooh, Naz, yes,” she moans, undulating into my kiss. “That’s it.”
In seconds, I’m devouring her, barely cognizant of her cries. She’s slick with water and her own essence. Her scent mixes with the bodywash, and it’s heady and intoxicating. She digs one hand into my scalp and the other into my shoulder while she rides it out, stiffening with her orgasm and slumping into the wall.
When I look up, her pupils are blown wide with lust and satisfaction. Her mouth hangs open, staccato breaths forced from her heaving chest. Our eyes lock, and for long seconds, neither of us says anything. Our connection, even though we haven’t fully consummated it, is incredibly sexual, but it’s also intimate. Every hot touch is tender and caring, even the ones that carry a sting of pain like her nails digging into my arm. Worth it.
She stands, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. With a gentle shove to my shoulder, she pushes me down to the bench where she was just seated.
“Stay here,” she says, her voice hushed, husky. “I’ll be right back.”
She’s only gone seconds, and when she returns, it’s with a gold foil square. My eyes zip to her face. She holds it up, and for once, her smile carries a trace of uncertainty.
“I mean…” She slides her eyes to the mosaic tiles of the shower. “If you want to.”
I reach for her, grab her by the ass, and pull her toward me to stand between my long legs spread where I’m seated on the bench.
“I want,” I mutter, my voice so deep and low I barely recognize it. “I want everything you have, Kira.”
And I don’t just mean her body. We’ve only been back in each other’s lives for such a short time, and we only had one night years ago, but I want everything from this woman. Her secrets, her fears, her hopes, and ambitions. I want to see where we could go.
She eases her spread thighs over mine, and my legs are so long and so much bigger than hers, it stretches her wide open. Compared to me, she’s small, and it makes me want to be careful. As strong as she is, the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt her.
“Hey.” I take her jaw into my hand and wait for her to look at me. “I want you to know this is important to me. You’re important to me, Kira.”
She blinks, surprise and pleasure darkening her beautiful eyes. “For me, too,” she says.
I lean in, cupping her head and kissing her, urging her lips open so I can taste her again. Her sweetness mixes with the saltiness of my cum on her tongue, and I growl. Tasting myself on her unleashes a primal urge inside me, and I grip her butt in my hands, bringing her close to hover over my stiff dick.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir.” She grins, holding up the condom again. “What you not gonna do is hit it raw the first time. Let’s wrap this right on up. This is the biggest condom I have. I hope it fits.”
We both laugh as she slides the condom over my length with fingers that tremble the slightest bit. When it’s fitted over me, our laughter dissipates. Her expression sobers, and she leans forward, grips my nape, and rains kisses over my nose, my cheekbones, my chin. I catch her mouth with mine, groaning when she sucks my tongue inside, exploring the roof of my mouth. Finally, she presses her forehead to mine, bracing her arms on my shoulders to lift and then sink down onto me.
A shared breath whooshes from us both as she takes as much as she can.
“Fuck, Naz.” She grimaces.
I look between us, almost losing my mind at seeing myself halfway in and her body stretched around me.
“How much more?” she asks, breathless.
“You can do it,” I murmur, squeezing both cheeks of her ass and running my hands up her back. “I know you can take it all.”
“Just gimme a sec,” she pants, easing down another inch or so.
“Shit!” The word explodes from me as her tight pussy clamps around my dick, taking more of me. My mind spins and my abs clench as she moves the slightest bit, rocking her hips in tight undulations all while sliding down a little more until she’s spread over me, and when I look between us, I don’t see my dick at all. Her pussy has eaten me up, swallowed me whole. She lifts her chin, eyes alight with triumph and lust.
“I did it,” she gasps, rocking onto me.
“You’re so good.” I grunt into the wet curve of her neck. “So good. I knew you could do it, baby.”
I slump back into the shower wall, holding her hips as she rolls over me, the muscles of her thighs flexing as she rises and falls, her expression twisting as I screw up into her body. Her breasts bounce, and she throws her head back, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, drops of water spraying over her back and shoulders, droplets gliding down her belly to christen the place where our bodies interlock. I rub and pinch her clit, and she screams, her shoulders shaking with hoarse cries as our movements turn frenzied. Her muscles seize around me as she comes, burying her face into my neck, shaking with her release.
I stand, keeping her close, not allowing space between our bodies, and walk over to the shower wall. Pressing into her, pinning her there, I reach for her leg to anchor at my back. She’s listless, still coming down, her eyes rolling back and her mouth slack. I give her no time to recover, but surge inside her.
“Oh!” Her eyes go wide. “Naz.”
There’s a drum in my head, in my heart. It’s primitive, percussive, unrelenting, and it possesses me. I pound into her, pushing her body into a wet slide up the wall. Her legs slip on and off my ass while she tries to anchor herself.
“Is it too much?” I manage to clear my head long enough to ask, unable to even let up while I wait for her answer. I only pray that if she says it’s too much, I can pull back.
She digs her nails into my neck, jerks my head toward her until her lips are at my ear.
“Harder.” Her breath is hot at my throat as she locks her ankles at the base of my spine. “I wanna have trouble sitting down. Can you do that for me, Naz?”
“Jesus, Kira.” I grunt, planting my feet wider, gripping her thigh so tightly I’m afraid it will bruise. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
I’m like a berserker who’s lost the thread of time and reason, lost to a fever, to madness. Whatever beast this woman awakened in me roars out of his cage and fucks her into that wall, heedless of anything but the legs splayed and the tight opening dripping for him. He takes and takes and takes and takes. He takes until he’s satisfied. He takes until she is, too.