I am. I don’t know how he knows that, but I am… so close. His hips shift and his hard cock slides between my legs from behind, making my legs almost buckle.
“Put your hands on the wall in front of you,” he breathes against the shell of my ear.
I don’t even think. My hands shoot out in front of me, my palms slapping against the cold tile hard. His hand between my legs slides around my hip and over my ass. I know what’s coming and my bottom lip goes between my teeth, biting down in anticipation. It feels like an eternity, and then the head of his cock bumps my entrance.
“Yes.” I press my ass back toward him, offering myself up, not caring one iota how desperate I appear right now.
“Fuck.” He slides in slowly, wrapping my hip in a firm hold and keeping me in place. “So goddamn tight. So fucking wet.” He pulls out an inch and slides back in two.
“Please hurry,” I pant. I can’t take much more of this. Now that I’ve felt him again, I need him, all of him. His mouth drops to my shoulder and his tongue glides across and up to my ear as he slides fully inside of me. His breath skims my ear as his hand at my hip moves forward between my legs once more. “Is this good?”
“Yes.” I don’t even lie. There is no point; I have no doubt he can feel exactly what it is he does to me.
He doesn’t move once he’s planted deep inside of me. His forehead drops to my shoulder, his chest pressing against my back heaves as his heart beats rapidly against my skin. “You undo me.” He slides his hand down my arm and it covers mine against the tile as his mouth drags across my shoulder. His fingers between my legs move, making my core tighten around him. “Mine.” That one word spoken against my wet skin makes my legs weak. Sliding out then back in, his fingers lace with mine. “Kiss me.”
I turn my head without thinking, and his tongue slides against mine on an inward stroke. Moaning around his tongue, he growls around mine, speeding up his fingers while he strokes in and out of me with precision, hitting that spot deep inside me that sends a jolt of pleasure and pain in a solid tempo of ecstasy.
“I’ve missed this,” I breathe without thinking. His body stills for a moment before he pulls out and thrusts in hard, making me gasp.
“No more keeping this from me.” His tone isn’t one I’ve heard from him before and I want to lean back and search his face, but before I can, his fingers circle over my clit faster and faster, making me lose all coherent thought as he sends me hurling over the edge into an orgasm that takes my breath away. Before I’ve even caught my breath, he spins me around and lifts me to rest against the cool tile. “Legs tight.”
My legs around his hips wrap tighter. Taking my hands from his shoulders, he pulls them above my head, pinning them there with one of his. Thrusting hard, he sends me sliding up the wall then dips his head to catch my breast in his mouth, sucking and skimming his teeth over my nipple.
My head falls back against the tile as he moves to my other breast, doing the same after a slide out and a deep slide in. “Dillon,” I pant, digging my nails into his hand.
“Love that,” he mutters, taking my mouth in a punishing kiss, dropping my hands and grabbing my ass in both his large palms.
“I’m with you. Come with me,” he breathes against my mouth, cutting me off. Using his hands at my ass, he lifts and drops me along his length, each stroke making me see stars. I know when I fall it’s going to kill me. Wrapping my arms and legs tightly around him, I press my forehead to his and come on a shout as he roars his release against my mouth. We stay like that, breathing heavily against each other’s mouths, kissing softly and running our hands over each other’s wet skin until the water starts to turn cold.
“We need to get out,” he grumbles, kissing me once more before releasing his hold on me and forcing me to slide down his wet body. Turning off the shower, he sends me out ahead of him with a tap on my bottom.
Getting out, I grab a towel for myself and one for him, and start to dry off, wanting to just go plop down in bed, but there is nothing worse than the idea of having to sleep on wet sheets later tonight.
“How much time do you need to get ready to go out?” His arms wrap around me from behind, and I tilt my head to the side to look at him.