Ben growls and scoops me off my feet before I even finish the thought, carrying me to the bathroom. He reaches in to start the water before grabbing the back of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. I watch him shamelessly as he unbuttons his jeans, the muscles in his stomach and arms flexing with every movement.
Mine. He's all mine, I think with a little shiver of joy.
"What are you grinning at, Princess?" he asks as he tosses his pants and boxers into the laundry hamper. His swollen cock bobs against his abdomen, demanding attention. He strokes it once, looking me up and down, blatant hunger in his eyes.
I shrug but smile harder. "I love you. It feels so good to say it out loud. I can't stop saying it now that we've broken the seal."
Ben stalks over to me, his hands landing on my hips as he kisses my neck. "I love you too," he says before biting my shoulder gently. His thumbs sneak under the hem of my shirt, his hands skating up my stomach and ribs as he lifts the shirt slowly. He pulls it over my head and throws it aside. His fingers stroke my collarbone and across the swell of my breasts as he steps behind me. His hard length presses into my backside as one hand slips under my bra, finding my nipple and rolling it with expert pressure. His other hand palms my stomach, slipping into the front of my jeans and teasing the edge of my panties.
I slip a hand up around the back of his neck and let my head rest on his chest as desire saps the tightness from my muscles. He unhooks my bra and flicks my jeans open as his breath whispers over my chest. I shimmy out of my jeans and Ben groans as I bend over in front of him to push them down, my ass pressing against his erection. As good as these skinny jeans look, they are a bitch to get out of.
It doesn't matter how silly I feel because the second I'm free of my clothes, Ben pulls me into the shower with him. His lips are on mine before I even feel the water. His tongue slides against mine, thick and hot. I moan into his mouth, the muffled sound vibrating through us. His possessive hands move over my body, caressing me like he's reassuring himself that I'm still all here.
Ben backs me into the tile wall, the cold surface pricks my skin. Goosebumps shiver their way up to my shoulder blades. He dips his head, drawing my nipple into his mouth, the graze of his teeth sending electricity sizzling through my body. My clit throbs, crying out for his attention. His large, rough hands grasp my hips, fingers pressing into my skin as his erection rocks against my belly.
"More," I gasp, my fingers laced in his hair.
Ben growls and straightens, hooking his forearms under my thighs and lifting me. I let out a squeak of surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to him. I so rarely see him at eye level unless we're in bed, but it never gets old. He pins me to the wall with his body, holding me tight. His shaft presses against my entrance, the broad head stretching me as he slips inside.
Ben watches me through lust hooded eyes as he lowers me, slowly impaling me on his cock. I gasp as he fills me, sinking to the hilt. The muscle in his jaw ticks as he holds me in place, inching out before filling me again. Our bodies slick against each other, water sluicing between us as Ben thrusts in and out of me. I rock my hips against his hold, something lining up just right to make my eyes roll back in my head. He growls, chest heaving against my breasts as he keeps the pace achingly slow.
He presses his forehead to mine, his hair dripping water down his face that runs down his neck and chest in rivulets. "Whose girl are you?" he rumbles, his gaze burning into mine.
"Yours," I gasp. "I'm yours." His cock swells impossibly thicker inside me. He holds me firmly, possessing me with every stroke. My body is his and I fucking love it.
"That's right, Princess," he grunts, picking up speed. The wet slap of our bodies echoes off the tile as the steam swirls around us. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it as he pounds into me. "You're my girl and I want to watch you fucking come. I want to feel your tight little pussy come all over my cock," he growls. "Give it to me, Princess. I need it." He ducks, his mouth clamping around my nipple. My vision blurs as the sensations assault me, rolling through me, fighting for attention. I can't hold back the small scream as my body explodes, pleasure gripping me roughly, wringing me out.
Ben comes, lips parted as every muscle in his body flexes. His throbbing cock pulses, twitching as he empties himself inside me. His head hits my shoulder as our bodies both go slack. He holds me a moment longer before letting my shaky feet find the floor.