My body roiled, orgasm taking over. I shook with convulsions, squeezing my thighs around Victor’s hips. His cock pushed into my back wall. It hurt, but it drove me wild, and the way he massaged my clit—I didn’t want him to stop.
Victor continued to methodically thrust into me, fueling the spasms, until his release came sticky and hot, filling me. His low growl from deep in his chest reverberated through my body, and he collapsed on top of me momentarily, though propped on his elbows he held his mass up so he didn’t crush me. His chest pounded, sweat dampening his skin as he lay between my legs, buried inside of me.
It was ecstasy in his arms, laying there with the man I’d waited forever to be with. And to know he needed me as badly as I needed him was a genuine treasure. I kissed his shoulder softly, and he nipped at my ear. His stubble scratched my cheek as he rose up, taking my hand to pull me off the couch.
He pushed my hair out of my face as I stood, then he smirked at me.
“What?”
“How do I feel running down your leg?” He backed away, pulling me after him as we moved in the direction of the bathroom. I chuckled at him, shaking my head. His hot deposit dribbled out of me with each step, creating a trail of sex down my inner thigh.
“Just take me to the shower and clean me off and stop marking your territory like a dog.” I winked and followed him, slightly grossed out by the sticky mess, but thoroughly enjoying the fun banter.
He led me to the bathroom and turned on the water, his shower twice the size of mine. When we stepped beneath the flow of the rainwater showerhead, I felt like I was living in a luxury home. Travertine walls, glass doors, his bathroom was the size of my bedroom, but I wasn’t complaining. Even the full-wall mirror adjacent to the shower was perfect.
He caught me staring at my reflection in the mirror as the glass began to fog. “We can try that out if you like.” He winked at me, his smile bright as he positioned himself behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I watched him in the mirror. It was like we belonged together. He fit perfectly wrapped around me. He backed up, taking me with him, and grabbed the shampoo, doling some out into his palm before working it into my hair.
I felt pampered by him as he washed me, being extra sensitive when he massaged the soap across my soft folds. I was still tender, and the sensations exhilarated me. I returned the favor, stroking soap across his cock and fondling his balls. His kisses trailed over my neck and shoulder.
“Victor, I want to do this.”
He straightened, pulling his hand away from my pussy to rinse the soap away in the flow of water. He tilted my head backward, letting the water rise the soap away as he gently massaged my scalp.
“Do what?”
“This… Us. I want to make it official.” I let the water wash over my face, then drew my hand across my eyes, making sure there was no soap. When I opened my eyes, his brow was knit, his lips pursed. “What? I want to tell the world we are an item.”
“It’s been like a month or something.” He shrugged, scrubbing his hands across his face, then running them through his hair. “It’s a little fast.”
“I don’t think so.” I cozied up to him, sharing the flow of water. “I think when you know something is right, you just know. It doesn’t matter if it’s 10 days or 10 years.”
“And Jillian?”
The thought of telling my mother made my gut knot, but we both knew she would find out eventually.
“The best way to share the news is to just rip the bandage off. Don’t you think so?” I rested my hand on his chest and accepted a kiss.
“And the partners?”
“We’re consenting adults. There is nothing improper about our relationship.” He rubbed his nose over mine and the water streamed off his hair dripping in my eyes. I laughed, and rubbed it away, taking a step back.
“You’re not worried about what the media will say? This is a small town. People know I dated your mother.” Victor shut the water off and I shrugged as he reached out the door for a towel.
“Let’s give them something to talk about, shall we?” I tried to take the towel, but he insisted on drying me off, so I allowed it. His hands hugged every curve of my body, the towel caressing my skin. He turned me to face the mirror again, and toweled himself off too, before wiping the condensation off the glass.
“Now, shall we?” he asked, kissing my shoulder seductively, making eye contact with me through the mirror. His hand dipped into my pussy again, pulling me back against his body as he ground into my backside.
“Oh, I think we should.” Palms splayed against the glass, I pressed my ass against him and waited for him to make the next move. No matter how many times he fucked me, I wanted more. I was totally in love with this man, and it was about time to tell the world about it.
11
VICTOR
Ivy, Adam, and Charles were seated around the dining room table, waiting for the rest of our guests to join us. Katherine had insisted I “rip the bandage off” so this dinner was planned as a means to let the people most important to us know that we were a couple. For her that meant her mother, a woman I was loathe to see again, but with our futures entwined, I knew it had to happen sooner or later.
“So, who is she?” Adam asked. He sipped his wine and leaned back in his chair. It was odd seeing him in a polo and khakis, because even at work dinners he wore a suit. I’d told everyone to dress down, though. I didn’t want Jillian’s money-lust to emerge when she stepped into my foyer and realized who her daughter was in love with.
“You’ll see.” I tapped my finger on the table, watching out the front picture window for Katherine to arrive. I had told her I could send a car. Charles or Ivy would definitely have done my bidding for me, but Kat preferred to Uber. She said it made her feel more independent. That had been a massive boost to my confidence in our relationship, given the fact that I still had my doubts that her motives were altruistic.