My eyebrow raises. “Why?”
“High pressure. It’s my favorite.”
Finally realizing what she’s talking about, I climb out of bed, dragging her with me. Laughing loudly, I slap my hand down on her ass as she giggles away. She didn’t bother putting on clothes last night, so I dump her straight in the shower, under the warm spray, while I take off my boxers, stepping in beside her.
“Leg,” I say, tapping below my chest. She leans against the wall and looks up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes, effortlessly lifting her leg. I grab the showerhead from the wall and turn it on, making sure the stream is on the most powerful setting. “Ready?”
She nods, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, hands running down my chest. I point the spray between her thighs, my own chest heaving with anticipation as her eyes roll back.
“Oh.”She moans, her fingers sinking into my skin. It doesn’t take long because the pressure is so intense. Her back begins to arch and she grips me tighter; I know she’s there, so I move the showerhead away and watch her face drop as her orgasm dwindles away.
She doesn’t say anything after a whine leaves her lips, which I’m pretty sure was involuntary, so I put the showerhead back, a bit farther away this time, and move it in tiny circles. “Nathan…”
“Yes, baby?”
Her nails scrape below my belly button, sending a shudder up my spine. Her head is tilted back, mouth searching for mine. I grip her throat with my free hand and tug at her bottom lip with my teeth. She’s almost there again, her leg is shaking against my chest, voice desperate. “Please let me come.”
“Uh.” I move the showerhead away again. “No.”
“You’re torturing me,” she whines as I once again point the stream of water toward her clit and let her orgasm build. Finally tired of the anticipation, I let her leg drop to the floor and she whimpers. “Nate, please fuck me.”
“But I thought it was your favorite?”
Her arms link around my neck as she creeps onto her tiptoes. “I don’t like anything more than I like you. You’re my favorite.”
I scoop her up and turn off the shower, reaching for a towel to wrap around her as I step out. The second I lower her onto the bed, she rolls onto her front and sticks her ass in the air, cheek resting against the bed, head turned to watch me.How did I get so fucking lucky?
“I’m about ten seconds from getting back in the shower, Hawkins. Alone.” She hums, ass swaying side to side impatiently.
I slowly crawl toward her on the bed, taking my time, ignoring the arm that reaches out to make me move quicker.
“Such a pretty pussy, Anastasia,” I praise, running my cock between her folds, watching the goose bumps spread across her back when the tip nudges her.
“Hurry up and fuck it then.” She sighs when I line myself up.“Please.”
“So impatient,” I coo, holding onto her hips tightly as I plunge into her, gasping at how wet she is.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as she grips me so fucking tight. She starts backing up on me, her plump ass slapping off my hips as she fucks herself, breathy moans as she cries out.
“Shit, you’re perfect.” I groan, head falling back.
I sit back onto the heels of my feet and pull her body flush against mine, letting her sink down onto every inch.
“You’re too big.”
“You can take it, though.”
I’m close. I’m so fucking close. The sound of her skin slapping against mine is second only to hearing her moan my name and seeing her play with her tits. I slip my hand between her legs and rub her swollen clit, using my other hand to tilt her head toward me. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Ahh.”
“Whose girl are you?”
Her eyes lock with mine, taking my breath away. “Yours.”
“That’s right, baby,” I coo proudly. “I’m almost there…”
She must see it as a challenge, because her movements become sloppy and rough as she slams herself down hard over and over. Her body is shaking, arms reaching behind her to sink into my hair and tug tightly. Then every inch of her tightens and she practically screams, “Nathan,oh my, ohfuck—”