“You just going to gawk at me, or are you going to join me?”
His rough voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I give him a smile. I should feel out of place standing naked in his bathroom with his eyes drilling holes in me, but I don’t. My feet move, carrying me to him. He holds the curtain open, uncaring that water is dripping from his arm to the floor as I climb inside. Cold droplets and mist from the water hitting his body force a wave of chills over my skin, and I know without looking down that my nipples have turned into tight buds. They don’t miss his attention either, but he doesn’t let his eyes linger.
There’s a dirtiness in his gaze, but it’s nothing like the men who hurt me before. There’s not one single thing about this man that is reminiscent of those evil people. That salacious look in his eyes makes my body thrum with anticipation, not the urge to cower away and protect myself.
I step closer to him until his thickening erection hits my stomach. With my eyes on his face, the brush of it on my abdomen startles me.
“Ignore it,” he commands in a husky voice.
I bite the inside of my lip before a coy smile can take over my face.
I’ve never been a wanton, needy woman before. I’ve never wanted to spend countless hours in bed, completely wrapped around a man. Sure, Jason and I spent a lot of time vegging out, but boredom was quick to settle in. I get the feeling that Ryan and I can spend the next twelve months in his room only leaving for food, and it still wouldn’t be long enough to satiate myself with his body.
“Ignore it?” I ask, my eyes still on his.
It takes all my willpower not to look down at the part of him that was inside of me last night. I felt every thick inch, but never really got a good look at it. I was afraid seeing it would make me think it was a weapon exactly like he spoke of last night before letting me fall asleep in his arms.
“Yeah.”
“Is that what you really want?” My eyes rake down his body. He is absolutely magnificent, his body a work of art and a well-trained machine. In the full light of the bathroom, I take my time, letting my fingers trace every ripple and dip on his chest and stomach. The muscles bunch under my touch, and when I get a few inches from his protruding cock, it too seeks my touch.
“I didn’t invite you into the shower to—ah fuck.”
My hand slips past his eager erection, and I fondle his heavy, potent sack.
“Mia, Jesus,” he pants.
His arm goes out to hold some of his weight as he leans to the side, and I take it as my cue to ease his discomfort. My hand circles his cock, the water making it easy to glide up and down the length of him.
“Yeah, baby. Grip it tighter.”
My belly flip-flops, a riot of butterflies taking flight inside of me at his command.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans
As if he can’t help himself, his hips begin to shift back and forth, seeking a deeper stroke, and I give him exactly what he needs. His fist clenches at his side, and I ache for him to touch me. Reaching down, I lift his hand and urge him to touch my breast, and boy does that make all the difference for him. He thickens further in my hand as his fingers pluck and tease my nipple.
“Give me your mouth,” he insists, and my head tilts up just in time for his lips to crash against mine.
The arm leaning on the wall reaches behind my back and drags me against him. His tongue invades my mouth as his cock erupts between us. I keep stroking and pulse after pulse he empties himself onto my skin.
Strong fingers dig into the meat of my ass, and I whimper with my own need.
“Turn around,” he rasps against my mouth and then proceeds to chuckle when I spin so fast, I nearly tip over and fall out of the shower.
The humor doesn’t last long because he slides his hand between my legs. Finding me slick and needy, it’s his turn to groan in my ear.
“Jesus, baby. Why didn’t you say something? I would’ve taken care of you sooner.” Two fingers glide through my slickness, teasing my clit before he presses them inside of me.
His dirty talk is new, something I never experienced until now. I always thought it would be silly, or it would take me out of the moment and sound ridiculous, but every nasty word, every praise, and every promise of what he plans to do to me makes me need him more.
My knees nearly buckle, but his strong arm wraps around my waist as his other hand works me into a frenzy. My hips buck, jerking uncontrollably as his one hand somehow manages to slide inside of me while still working with expert precision over my clit. He’s everywhere at once, and his cock, the very one that just unleashed spurt after spurt of cum on my stomach is thickening at my back like he’ll never be sated.
“That’s it,” he praises when the first tingle hits me low in my belly. “Give it to me.”
My core clamps down on his invading fingers, but it’s the husky groan so close to my ear that shoots me over the edge. I scream my pleasure, uncaring if the world knows what we’re up to in here, but it’s over much too soon, and as strong as it was, it leaves me still wanting more from him.
“Ryan,” I plead.
“Need me, baby?”
I nod my head, and not a second later, a gentle hand is pressing between my shoulders while the other lifts my leg and positions it on the edge of the bathtub.
“Mia?” I know he’s checking with me to make sure this is okay. I know he’s terrified to trigger me, but I want this more than I can even find the words for.
“Please,” I beg, but the words fade away on a moan as he slides inside of me.
“Goddammit,” he hisses, and his pleasure makes my body hold him even tighter.
His grip is bruising on my hips as he slides all the way home, but I welcome the tiny bite of pain. It tells me that he’s enjoying this as much as I am, and I take pride in that. I want to be able to please him with my body. I don’t want him lost in his head or looking at me with disgust because of the things that happened before him.
“That’s it. Fuck, baby. Jesus, push back against me.”
Standing in his shower, I shift my hips back and fuck myself on his cock, and it’s a miracle he doesn’t pound me through the wall with how hard we’re going at it. His grip on my hips never slips, and as if my orgasm never completely waned, it builds once again.
Releasing one hip, Ryan uses his arm to shift me so I’m standing, and when he angles my head back and crashes his mouth to mine, it’s all over. I swallow my cries as the pulsing begins in my core, and a few thrusts later, he’s grunting his own release.
He falls free, softening long before I’m ready, but I turn in his arms and smile against his lips. His once aggressive kiss turns soft and searching as his arms circle my waist. He knows exactly what I need and when, and the man is an expert at delivering both the pleasure I want and the comfort I need after.
“How are you so perfect?” I mutter against his lips when we come up for air.
“I’m not.” He presses a quick kiss to the tip of my nose before reaching for a bar of soap.
Silently, his hands work the suds over every inch of my body, even the delicate tissues between my legs. His cock begins to thicken again, but I do what he insisted the first time and ignore it. He doesn’t seem put out by the lack of attention.
“We need to have a conversation about what we’ve been doing,” he mutters as he angles the showerhead to rinse the soap away.