I lean back against the wall, thrusting my hips against him as he plunders my core. Water rushes over us as our movements become more desperate and frenzied over the next few blissful minutes. I lock my legs around Dante’s waist as he drives deeper, fucking me with long, slow strokes that have me clinging to the edge of my sanity.
He thrusts faster and faster as my cries pierce the air. I dig my fingernails into his back, slicing at his flesh like I’m some kind of female version of Wolverine. My pussy clenches tight around him like a glove, beckoning him to connect with me on every level possible. I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring the water streaming down my face. I don’t care that I can’t see. I don’t care that I can barely breathe.
I just care that I’m exactly where I want to be right now.
Where, crazily enough, I feel as if I’m meant to be…
Dante lifts one of my legs and lays it on his hip to give him leverage as he continues his luscious assault on my body. He plunders me to the point where my brain cells no longer have the power to fire. I pant and huff and moan as he slides against my clit with every push and pull motion.
And then he hits it.
The spot. My spot. Oh holy fuck, it’s amazing and beautiful and fucking earth-shattering all at the same time.
My body trembles uncontrollably against him as the sparks blast out of my core, shooting out to every extremity. The euphoric sensations ripple through me, and I come undone in his arms, begging for the release only he can provide.
He pulls me on top of him as he swings around and collapses onto the bench. “Fuck,” he breathes.
“I know,” I whisper, nipping at his ear. “So good.”
He stares at me from under his half-hooded gaze and pushes a wet strand of hair out of my eyes. “I think we should get you nice and clean now.” He smirks. “So I can get you really filthy again.”
“I like that kind of loop,” I say. “I could get very used to that kind of shower treatment.”
“Well, then, consider this our little playtime activity,” he murmurs. “Forget naps. I’ll just fuck you instead,” he says with a wicked glimmer in his eyes.
I laugh breathlessly and he stands up, letting me down so that he can grab the soap and a washcloth. We spend the next few minutes soaping up each other’s bodies. The lemony scent of the bath soap makes my nose tingle as I rub it up and down Dante’s sculpted chest.
When we finally make it out of the spray, our fingers are shriveled like prunes. He wraps a thick white towel around me and then hooks one around his waist. I pull a hairbrush through my tangled hair, my knees buckling as he trails kisses down the back of my neck. I have to grab onto the white marble countertop to keep from face-planting on the floor.
“You hungry?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say in a teasing voice. “I guess I didn’t get my fill before.”
His head whips in my direction. “Then we’re gonna have to correct that. Immediately, if not sooner.”
I cock my head to the side. “Oh? You’re ready to go again? So soon?”
He pushes me against the wall and unclasps my towel, watching as it falls to the floor. “This body already has me hard again.” He kneads my breasts, flicking the nipples and making me squeal. “So fucking beautiful,” he mutters. “I never knew what the hell I was missing before…”
I swallow hard.
I know exactly how he feels.
And then the realization hits me like a hammer to the temple.
There are so many lies between us.
So much unsaid.
So many questions that can’t be answered.
This whole thing between us is a complete fantasy because none of it is real.
The feelings we have for each other…we don’t even know who the other is!
The hell with what we feel!
How can this work?
How can we possibly think that this chemistry between us won’t ignite and explode like an experiment gone very wrong?
My pulse throbs against my neck as I fall to my knees and take his hard dick deep into my mouth.
I don’t want to think about any of those things right now.
I just want to be here in this moment with him where none of the bullshit can touch us.
We can just exist in this blissfully ignorant little bubble for the foreseeable future, right?
I slide my tongue down the length of his cock, kneading his balls as he tangles his fingers into my hair. I tease his slit with my tongue, tugging and pulling his dick with my lips. I suck and I rub until he gasps, yanking my hair as he thrusts against my mouth. The top of his cock hits the back of my throat, and my gag reflex is about to kick in. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing only on making him feel as amazing as I did when he tongue-fucked me the other night.
And then he pushes me away, gently, but still. I look up at him, confusion in my gaze. “Didn’t you like that?” I whisper.
“I loved it. But I don’t want to come without you.” He takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. “I want to feel your soft pussy wrapped tight around my cock again. I want to feel you come all over me again. I want you to scream my name, Anya. I want you to tell me that you’ve never been fucked so good in your life, do you understand?”
My nipples stiffen as chills slither down my spine.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he growls. “Now, let’s get that hot ass into the bedroom.”
“Is this the part where you unleash your deviance?” I ask. “Because I am very amenable to that.”
The corners of his lips lift. “Oh, hell yes.” He reaches for me and captures me in his arms, carrying me to the bedroom.
“Was I moving too slowly?” I ask.
“Yeah. And you were talking too much. I need to give you something else to do with that mouth.”
I let out a moan as he gathers me close. I drag my fingernails down the slope of his back, lodging them into his hips as he walks. I rotate my hips slightly against him, making him move even faster. My pussy tingles as the head of his cock teases my slit, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait to feel him inside of me again.
He lays me on the bed, pulling me toward the edge. He dips his head between my legs and plunges his tongue into my pussy, his thumb and forefinger flicking my clit. My body trembles under his erotic spell, my belly clenching tight as ripples of pleasure rush over me.
“Please fuck me again, Dante,” I moan. “Oh my God, please do it now. Don’t make me wait! You’re making me so crazy!”
His hot tongue changes course almost immediately at my request. With one arm snaked around me, he uses the other to lift one of my legs. He slowly thrusts his thick cock into me, long, hard, and so deep, I cry out, lancing his flesh with my nails as he drives me into the cloud of euphoric bliss I so crave.
A gasp slips from my lips as he presses into me, my breathing ragged as he thrusts harder and faster with each passing second.
I clench tight around him, our bodies slick with sweat as we slide against each other.
“You scream for me, baby,” he grunts. “I wanna hear it!”
And that’s all the invitation I need. And I hope nobody else is living on this floor because it’s possible that these sounds may wake the dead.
He flips onto his back, pulling me on top of him and bouncing me on his cock as I scream for God the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and anyone else who can hear me.
A deliciously tormenting ache rumbles deep in my core, sparks igniting and firing into every extremity, making my fingers tingle and my toes curl. Sensations that I’ve never felt course through me like a raging inferno. I roll my hips over him one last time, squeezing my eyes shut and letting the orgasm tear through me with a force that shreds my insides in its wake.
Seriously shredded.