Her fingers clawed into his flanks at the drenching burst of pleasure that pulsed hotly against his fingers. ‘Oh, Ryan…’
‘Yeah, babe, I know.’ She almost sobbed as his magical touch left her, but it was only to grab her wrists and place her flat hands against the steamy wall in front of her, then he was gripping her hips again, nudging her ankles farther apart with his and lifting her to receive a powerful thrust that made her cry out as she felt him touch her womb, her back arching to ease his passage into her swollen tissues, her forehead falling forward against her hands as he withdrew and pushed in again…and again, higher and deeper and faster, one arm hooking around the front of her pelvis to steady her for his quickening thrusts, his other hand sweeping up and down the supple bow of spine to stroke the lush, round globes of her quivering bottom.
The hot water pounded down over their violently surging bodies, heightening the wild, wet thrills, and Nina gave herself up to the anarchy of pure passion. She felt Ryan’s teeth grate against her shoulder-blade, his increasingly erratic rhythm forcing her closer and closer to the wall until her swollen nipples were jarring against the cool, slippery wallboard with each dynamic thrust of his hips.
She uttered a tiny choking cry as she approached a pinnacle of sensation only to have the prize snatched from her grasp when Ryan suddenly withdrew and spun her around so that it was now her spine flat to the wall, her thighs urged up around his waist by his rough hands as he bluntly surged back into her welcoming body, grunting in triumph at the slick parting of her folds, shuddering as she instantly contracted around his pulsing hardness.
‘I love to see you watching me when you come apart. I want to watch you, too….’ Intoxicating urgency was in his voice, in his burning blue eyes as they locked with her wide-eyed gaze. Her legs tightened around his waist, freeing his hands to cup her breasts, his thumbs pushing on the stiff nipples as if he was pressing buttons he knew were wired directly to all the pleasure centres of her body.
At the same moment, his eyes still fixed on her fast-dilating pupils, he arched back slightly, allowing the full force of the hot spray to splash down on the point where their bodies joined, and Nina instantly went over the edge, convulsing violently in his arms, her keening cry of ecstatic surrender destroying his attempt to hold back long enough for her to finish, catapulting him into a vicious paroxysm of guttural pleasure that sent a ripple of aftershocks cascading through her senses.
Exhausted, they slumped against the wall, but when Nina delicately tried to disengage herself, Ryan muttered a protest, his legs buckling as he carried her down with him to the metal floor of the shower box.
‘Ryan…’ she squeaked as he laid her on her back in the shallow pool of draining water, bending her knees to fit within the box so that he could crawl between them.
‘Did you think we’d finished?’ he growled as he knelt over her, the water bouncing off his shielding back, creating a halo of fine droplets around the back of his head. The Angel of Unrelenting Pleasure, she thought deliriously. ‘No way, babe….’
She was laughing, not really believing him, and her eyes widened as he bent eagerly to his task, his mouth and hands exploring everywhere he hadn’t already touched and tasted, and very shortly he was proving himself capable all over again. More than capable, Nina thought dreamily when it was all over.
‘The water’s cold,’ she announced suddenly, even though she didn’t feel in the least bit chilled any more.
He tipped his head back up into the spray, the movement grinding his heavy, sated body delightfully against her ravished femininity.
‘So it is.’ He reached up with one hand to turn off the shower, creating another wonderful, crushing thrill in her loins. Then she realised that the water was lapping surprisingly high around her shoulders and felt an odd tugging under her left hip.
She started giggling uncontrollably and he looked down at her, enchanted by the sight of her lovely eyes filled with the familiar dancing mischief that he had feared he might never see again.
‘Either someone else is in here with us or I’m lying on the plug hole. I think I’m going to have a very large love bite on my bottom,’ she said, giggling again.