“You’re mine and I’ll prove it.”
Taking her hand, I spin her to face the wall, pressing every inch of my front to her back. Lacing our fingers, I position us so my palms rest atop the backs of her hands, bringing our linked fingers up until I have her arms fully stretched above her head, and then I step us closer to the wall.
I place my feet between hers, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs on my quads as I spread her stance, grinding into the curve of her ass where it’s pressed to my groin.
She’s so sexy from this angle. The long line of her back, those maddening dimples at the base of her spine then the round bubble of her heart-shaped ass. My only issue with this position is I can’t see her beautiful face when she falls apart for me.
Her skin burns against mine even as the coolness of the tile touches the insides of my forearms.
“Mine, Madz.” I nip across the back of her neck. “Mine.”
She attempts to push me away with another rebuff, but—surprise, surprise—it doesn’t work. Instead I wrap a hand around both her wrists and run the other down the length of her body.
I grip her throat and place another kiss behind her ear with a whispered, “Mine,” then drag my fingers along the bumps and dips of her collarbone.
Down. Squeeze a breast. Twist a nipple.
Down. Feel her abdominals jump and her stomach cave in.
Down. Trace the frog prints walking across her hip, swirling a finger over the one meant for me.
Down. Slip between her lips, press my thumb to her swollen clit, and thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy.
Her words deny me, but her body can’t. Our connection is too strong, too primal to be ignored when we’re close like this.
My dick is leaking pre-cum all over the curve of her ass while her cries echo against the walls with her climax.
Her hips roll and sway, her body searching me out as I continue to work her through her release.
I start to push her back up the hill as soon as she hits the bottom, pumping a few more times until bringing my arm back and gently slipping the same fingers that were inside her pussy into her ass, using her juices as lubrication.
“Dex.” She gasps, pushing back into the invasion. Encouraged by her response, I take the opportunity to add a third to the mix.
It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve fantasized about taking her here through the years; her every reaction subtly telling me she’s down for a little backdoor action is what dreams are made of.
“Dex…please.”
“Please what?”
Easy pumps.
“Please—” Her hands splay against the tile. “I need you in me.”
Not want—need.
I scissor my fingers with a flex.
“Where do you want me?” I taunt.
“I don’t—I don’t care.”
She rises up on her toes and lowers herself back down.
“Does your pussy want me again?” I nip along her shoulder, dragging my thick stubble across her skin.
“Dex.” Another plea.
“Or do you want me here?” Another pump. “In your ass.” Another scissor. “Where no one else has had you?”
I’m not one of those guys who thinks a girl should be a virgin for her future husband. Hell, it would make me a fucking hypocrite to judge someone for indulging their sexual appetites.
But does it please me to know no one else has had her here? To know I can claim one of her firsts? You bet your sweet ass—pun intended.
“God yes,” she says, and it’s more of a moan than actual words.
I reach out and snag the packet of lube from the built-in shelf I placed it on when I first stepped inside the shower. I don’t want to hurt her, but I have teased and played with her here enough that her body has already started to adjust to having something there.
Still, it’s going to hurt a little at first. Even with her currently taking three of my fingers, she’s going to be stretched to her limits to accommodate my cock.
Pinching the packet between my teeth, I also grab the body wash and squirt it until it fills my palm. I inhale the sweet scent of coconut as I soap up her torso, thumbing her nipples, squeezing and weighing her breasts before moving the massage down the line of her spine.
Working up a lather, I spend another few minutes between her legs, circling her clit, needing her as keyed up as possible to help alleviate the initial pain that will come when I breach her.
Finally, I rip the top off the packet, squirt it into my palm, and take my aching erection in my hand. The remainder of the lube is squeezed onto the top of her crack, smoothed into her cleft as I run my dick up and down it to make sure I’m fully coated as well.
“You know why you trust me to do this?” I place the tip of my dick at her rosebud but don’t push. “Hmm? Do you?”
Slowly, easily, I shift forward, the head of my cock slipping inside with a hiss through Maddey’s teeth. I hold still, giving her body a moment to adjust.
“Don’t want to guess?” I thumb her clit as I push forward another few inches. “Just want me to tell you?”
Her head falls back to my chest, her back arches in the most beautiful curve, and her nipples kiss the wall, her lips parting with panted breaths.
She’s maddeningly silent, but you know what she doesn’t do? She doesn’t pull away.
We work together, like we’ve been doing this for years and it’s not her first time allowing someone to take her in one of the most intimate ways possible.
I release her wrist, lacing my fingers with hers once again, our knuckles digging into each other as she curls hers into a fist, bending my wrist so I can continue to hold her hand over the top of it while I finish pushing the rest of the way inside.
My body is on fire, my skin feeling stretched tight as her ass squeezes me like a vise.
Talk about choking the chicken.
What the fuck?
Fuck me, I’ve been spending too much time with Maddey if I can have that type of ridiculous thought float through my brain at a time like this. Then again, I can’t stop the smile from overtaking my face because, hoo-yah, I’ll take all the ludicrous thoughts if it means I am spending all my free time with the woman I love.
Propping my chin on her shoulder, I peek over it to watch the gorgeous sight of her body undulating against me. With my mouth close to her ear, I again ask, “So do you know why you trust me to do this?”
“Dex.” She braces her free hand on the wall with a flat palm, rolling her hips back and forth between my dick in her ass and my fingers working her clit.
“No matter how big or small, you came to me if you needed anything.” I kiss up and down her neck. “You trust me because I’ve always been your shelter in the storm.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
It’s too much. And no, I’m not talking about the dick in my ass.
Are you cray-cray?
You have a dick in your ass.
You’re giving him the Sacramento turtleneck.
The vegan Hot Pocket.
Dex is shooting for the moon.
Talk about plundering your booty.
Yeah, let’s not act like this isn’t something that needs mentioning.
Oh my god. For real, someone needs to fit me for a straitjacket and start renovating my room to have padded walls. How? How is it that the voices in my head can have an opinion while I’m having sex? And I’m not talking about plain ol’ vanilla sex, either. Nope, we’re talking holy-shit-I’ve-never-felt-so-full, how-is-it-even-fitting, why-haven’t-I-done-this-sooner anal sex.