His hands find mine, linking our fingers together, slamming them to the mirror.
The sound of our wet flesh smacking against each other wars with the water pelting against the tile. With the moans creeping up my throat and Will’s short, hard grunts, it’s a symphony of all out pleasure. An explosion of the senses.
Nothing elseexistsbut this.
Our eyes collide in the steam-streaked mirror, hooded and fierce with love and unbridled wanting.
Hunger like nothing I’ve ever felt before consumes me, and it’s a damn crime it took this long to get here. To this moment, where he is me and I am him, and I willdestroyanything or anybody who tries to sever us.
Unhealthy, my ass. This love is just straight up primal. Our need for each other ingrained in us as deeply as our need for air. Inescapable.
Losing him would literally kill me, and I don’t care what anyone has to say about that.
The seconds stretched out between us start to shrink as our pleasure climbs and climbs.
“Will,” I whine, clenching his fingers with mine. My cheek’s pressed to the mirror. His head is bowed to my neck. I picture him watching us, watching the way our bodies collide.
I’d be jealous if I didn’t already feel that collision on an atomic level, every cell of mine igniting as he fucks me so spectacularly.
He groans, driving his cock deep inside me in one smooth glide. This time, he doesn’t immediately pull back, just rests against that little bundle of nerves like my entire body isn’t trembling around him. Like I’m not about to shatter into a million sparks.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Will,please.”
More. I need more. I need—
“Fuck,” he bites out, before pulling out of me completely. So fast and sudden, I feel myself gaping from the emptiness. My mouth opens on a gasp, but before I can even process what’s happening, he’s whirling me around by the waist and dropping to his knees.
Bracing an arm over my middle, he shoves me against the cold, mirrored wall, pinning me.
“Need to taste you,” is all he manages to mutter before swallowing my dick down his throat.
Oh my God.
My hands find his hair on instinct, gripping so tight it has to hurt. Has to fucking burn. But if I don’t hold ontosomething,I’m going to—
His free hand slides around to palm my ass. Fingers biting into my flesh, squeezing as they creep toward the center. One finds my stretched-out hole, sinking in, down to the root as I clench around the digit.
I’m going to—
Everything’s fracturing. Colliding and bursting.
I’m—
He twists his hand, crooks his finger, swallows around my dick with a low, guttural groan that Ifeeland I just—
Explode.
No warning.
No anything.
I’m just—
Gone.
Done.