She’s standing there in my shirt that barely covers her ass, her hair still tangled with sleep. A flush creeps across her chest, and I know she wants this just as much as I do.
For a moment, she just stands there, watching me as if she’s memorizing me the same way I’m memorizing her. Something dark and satisfied creeps through my chest at the thought.
Her eyes drop to my cock, widening slightly before moving up my body. She doesn’t look away as she licks her lips and begins slowly unbuttoning my shirt and letting it fall to the floor. I can’t suppress the lazy grin that touches my face as she walks towards me. I’ll never get sick of seeing her body. Her tits are fucking perfect, as if they were made for my hands alone. Her soft stomach and thighs ripple slightly with each step, making my cock twitch.
Mine.
The word flashes through my mind before I can stop it. Something dark and possessive inside me stirs, edging dangerously close to obsession.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I hold out my hand to help her into the shower, and the water engulfs us both as our lips collide. My hands find her ass. I give a firm squeeze and pull her close to me, her bare stomach pressing against my aching cock. She lets out a soft moan, and a low growl erupts in my throat. Her hands tangle in my wet hair, pulling my head hard against her mouth. She has no idea what that sound does to me. That little needy noise in the back of her throat hits something primitive inside me.
“It’s so cute you think you’re in control, little rebel,” I say, pulling away from her.
A confused look scrunches up her face.
I grab her hips, spinning her around and pinning her against the shower glass. The view in the mirror is a fucking masterpiece, as if painted by Michelangelo himself. She braces her palms, and her tits press against the glass, which gives me the perfect view of her nipples. My grip tightens on her hips as I look at our reflection, my cock stirring in response.
“Look at you all splayed out for me, ready to take my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect,” I breathe against her neck as she lets out a small tremble.
My hand snakes in front of her until I find her clit, engorged and needy for me. Her hips buck against me, chasing the friction I’m withholding from her.
“Please, Elias,” she moans, her breath fogging the glass.
My name leaving her mouth does something dark to my brain. I’m fucking addicted. I want to hear it repeatedly until it’s the only name she knows how to say when she’s on the edge. I want to be the only person able to drag this orgasm out of her. Fuck, I’m completely screwed.
“Use your words. What do you want, Kat?” I whisper in her ear, enjoying the goosebumps that pebble over her skin in response.
“Touch me, make me come.”
A slow smile spreads across my face.
“Good girl.”
She shivers at my praise as I dip two fingers inside her, my cock throbbing painfully at how wet she is as I begin to circle her clit with my fingertip. Just enough to feel pleasure, not enough to make her come. She grinds her hips against me, desperate for release, so I pull back slightly. She lets out a frustrated groan. I like her like this—desperate and needy, chasing something only I can give her.
My free hand circles her waist, holding her in place before I slide my throbbing cock inside of her. She cries out in shock and pleasure. I press my fingers harder against her clit as I bury myself to the hilt, her pussy spasming around me, making my balls clench.
“Oh my god…” she pants.
“What did I tell you, little rebel? God doesn’t get the pleasure of having his name fall from your lips.” I thrust into her hard, making the shower glass rattle on its hinges. “If you’re going to cry out for someone, Kat, it’s going to be me.” I pull back to the tip. “I’m your God now,” I whisper against her ear as I slam back into her.
She lets out a long, breathy moan as her pussy contracts at my words; I know she’s close to coming.
I move my hand down and gently pinch her clit, and she screams as she shatters. Her pussy strangles my cock as I thrust sharply into her, dragging every ounce of pleasure I can out of her. She feels like heaven, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to get enough of this feeling. She shakes as she comes down, but I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her, the momentum making the shower glass shake harder now.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grunt.
“Yes, Elias. Come inside me, please,” she breathes as she pushes back into me.
My cock is so deep in her pussy. Two more thrusts and I explode. My whole body is electric as my white-hot come shoots into her pussy in long bursts. My hands grip and squeeze her hips as I come down, feeling intoxicated.
For a moment, the world goes completely quiet, just the sound of the water and her breathing. My forehead drops to her shoulder as I steady myself. I could stay buried inside her for hours, holding her exactly where she belongs. I don’t know how long we stay like this, our bodies joined together in bliss, but the room suddenly fills with steam.
“You’re fucking perfect, Kat. I will never get tired of this,” I tell her as I pull out of her, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of my come painting her pussy and dripping down her inner thigh. The urge to gather it all up with my fingertip and push it back in almost overwhelms me. But right now isn’t about me, it’s for her. I kiss her neck and shoulders as I clean her off. She gasps and grabs my shoulder for support as I clean her pussy.
Getting out of the shower, I wrap her in a fluffy towel before drying myself off.