Chapter 18 #2
Emboldened by the breathy sounds spilling from my lips, I reach down to return the favor and free Harald's own impressive cock from the prison of his boxer briefs.
It springs out eagerly, slapping against our abdomens with a fleshy thwack that reverberates through the charged air between us.
The sound is obscene yet utterly arousing as I gasp sharply at the feeling of my throbbing shaft pressed up hotly against Harald's own arousal.
His is larger than mine, longer and thicker with a delicious weight that promises so much pleasure to come.
Seeing what Harald has to work with sends a surge of masculine pride coursing through me along with the liquid fire of desire searing my veins.
The shower spray is hot against my back as I step in and as Harald steps in after me, his hands finding my waist in the steam. Water runs down his face, catching on his eyelashes, making him look somehow younger, more vulnerable. I reach up to brush a droplet from his cheek.
His voice is a low, honeyed murmur. "Is this okay?
" he asks softly, thumbs drawing circles on my hip bones with a feather-light touch that ignites sparks under my skin.
I feel like molten lava is flowing through my veins at his tentative exploration, every nerve ending alive and tingling with anticipation.
The gentle friction of his thumbs tracing lazy spirals on either side of my pelvis makes me ache to arch into his touch, to press closer and feel the hard planes of his body against mine.
I answer by pulling him closer, pressing our foreheads together.
The heat of his breath mingles with mine, a promise of the passion to come.
"More than okay," I murmur against his lips before capturing them in a scorching kiss.
The warm water cascades over both of us like a tropical rainforest deluge, creating our own private world where time stands still - a cocoon of steam and sensation that blocks out everything except the feeling of his body pressed against mine.
"I trust you," I breathe into the kiss before trailing hot kisses along his jawline and down the column of his throat.
His breath catches at that, and I know he understands what those words mean coming from me. After Alex, after everything, trust doesn't come easily. But with Harald, it feels as natural as breathing.
"Let me take care of you," he murmurs, reaching for the hotel's fancy body wash. The scent of sandalwood fills the air as he pours some into his palm.
His hands are gentle as they move across my shoulders, down my back, leaving trails of silky lather in their wake.
Each touch feels like a promise, like healing, erasing the ghosts of past hurts with every careful caress.
The steady pressure of his fingers works out knots of tension I didn't even know I was carrying.
I close my eyes, letting myself feel completely safe for the first time in years, surrendering to the absolute trust I have in him.
The warmth radiating from his body and the rhythmic sound of the shower create a cocoon of security that makes my chest ache with emotion.
"You're trembling," he notices, his voice thick with emotion.
"Good trembling," I assure him, opening my eyes to meet his worried gaze. "I just... no one's ever touched me like this before. Like I matter."
Harald's eyes darken with a mix of desire and protective anger. "You matter," he says fiercely. "You matter so much, Daniel."
I reach up and gently cup Harald's strong jaw with my hand, guiding his lips towards mine.
The moment our mouths meet in an intimate embrace under the cascading water droplets showering us from above creates such an electrifying sensation all through my body it makes every single nerve ending tingle and buzz.
The kiss is deep and sensual as we lose ourselves in this perfect intimate moment together sharing our raw emotions with each other.
I pull Harald flush against me and wrap my arms around his neck pulling myself closer as we pour our hearts out into the kiss that conveys all the unspoken feelings building up inside us both.
Even with the water running down between us I've never felt more connected, more attuned, more in sync with another person than this instant right here wrapped up together locked in each other's loving arms kissing passionately underneath the soothing hot stream.
His strong, skilled hands glide sensually down the curves of my body until they reach my firm buttocks.
He grips them tightly, his fingers digging into my supple flesh as he pulls me flush against him.
I let out a sharp gasp against his soft lips at his bold touch sending jolts of electricity racing through my body straight to my core.
"Harry..."
The tender words caress my ears as his breath tickles the delicate skin of my neck.
"I've got you," he whispers, and I believe him.
The sincerity in his voice resonates deep within my soul, a soothing balm to the raw, exposed places that have been so long denied such simple yet profound affirmation.
In this moment, wrapped securely in his strong embrace, I feel an overwhelming sense of safety wash over me like a wave of liquid warmth.
"I've got you," he repeats softly, as if to drive home the reality of it, and I lean into him, pressing myself against the firm contours of his body, feeling his firm desire pressing against me.
With those three simple words spoken against my skin like a lover's caress, he has claimed me in a way no one else ever has before.
In the steam and warmth, surrounded by his touch and his care, I let myself fall apart in his arms, knowing he'll catch me.
Harald's skilled fingers leave a trail of fire in their wake as they tease my entrance, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my entire body.
I can't help but moan out his name in response, the sound muffled by the steady spray of water cascading around us.
The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying, but with Harald's strong arms wrapped around me, I feel a sense of safety I never thought possible.
Emboldened by the trust we've built between us, my own hands begin to roam as well.
My fingertips glide over his hard length, tracing the veins and contours of his long thick shaft.
The way he groans into my ear at my touch sends a thrill straight to my core, and I can't help but smile to myself.
It feels empowering to know that I have this effect on him - that I can make him feel even a fraction of the desire he stirs in me with just a simple touch.
"Oh God, Daniel," he pants against my neck, his grip on my hips tightening ever so slightly as if he's trying to maintain control. "You feel so good."
His words are like gasoline on the flames of my arousal, and I find myself grinding back against him, desperate for more contact between us.
His fingers slip further inside me, and I gasp at the intrusion - not from pain but from the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him in such an intimate way.
It feels right somehow - like two puzzle pieces finally coming together after years of searching for their match.
"Harry," I moan breathlessly as he begins to move his fingers in and out in time with the rhythm of our kisses - slow at first but quickly picking up speed as our passion ignites white-hot between us like kindling waiting for a spark...
Harald's fingers inside me feel so good, but I want more. I need more. I can't get enough of him. I look into his deep blue eyes, my own reflecting the same desire and need that I know must be written all over my face.
"Harry," I pant, my voice hoarse with lust. "I-I want... God, I want you so bad."
He stares at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if he's trying to read my thoughts, gauge my sincerity.
Then, as if he's made up his mind about something, he leans in and captures my lips once more in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.
His fingers withdraw from me all too soon, but before I can even think to protest, he's scooping me up in his strong arms and pressing me against the cold tiled wall of the shower stall.
The contrast between the cool wall and our heated bodies only serves to heighten my arousal further.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks again, his voice low and rough with desire.
"Yes," I moan back desperately, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer still. "Please, Harry... I need you."
He doesn't say another word but instead reaches for the bottle of lube perched on the ledge nearby.
Slicking up both himself and me in practiced motions that send shivers down my spine, he positions himself at my entrance.
Our eyes lock as he begins to push forward - slow at first - stretching me open around his thick girth until we are connected in the most intimate way possible.
As Harald's thick length begins to push inside me, I feel a rush of emotions I'd never experienced before.
Heat and pleasure courses through my veins, but it's more than just the physical sensation of our bodies joining together.
It's the way he looks at me, as if I'm the only person in the world that matters to him in that moment.
The way his hands grip my hips so gently, as if I might break under his touch but at the same time, as if he can't get close enough.
He fills me completely, stretching me in ways Alex never had - both physically and emotionally. With each slow thrust, I feel myself opening up to him in ways I never thought possible. This was different from anything I'd ever known before; this was real and raw and messy and perfect all at once.
"God, Daniel" he pants against my neck as he starts to move inside me with a slow, deliberate rhythm that has my toes curling into his back. "You feel so good... so damn good."
His words sends shivers throughout me and straight to my core and I feel my hole opening up for him, spurring him on even more.
His hips picked up speed ever so slightly until we were moving together like two halves of a whole - our breaths mingling together in the steamy air between us.
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed off the tiled walls of the shower stall around us but all I could focus on was him.
.. on us... on this moment suspended in time where nothing else mattered but us finally being together after what felt like an eternity of waiting.
"Harry," I moaned out his name like a prayer on shaky exhale as wave after wave of pleasure began crashing over me like ocean waves against a rocky shore line - relentless yet oh so sweetly agonizing at once.
"Please Harry," I beg breathlessly against his ear as he continues to move inside me at that same steady, maddening pace. "I need... I need it harder."
He groans at my words and kisses along my jawline making me writhe, even as he plunges deeper into me, stretching me open more and more.
"I've got you Daniel," he murmurs back reassuringly, even as he obliges my pleas by increasing his speed just a fraction - enough to send sparks shooting through every nerve ending in my body like fireworks exploding across a night sky on the fourth of July.
"Oh God Harry!" I cry out involuntarily as he hits that sweet spot deep inside me dead on with each perfectly aimed thrust of his hips against mine.
Pleasure and pain blend together until they become indistinguishable from one another and all I can focus on is the feeling of him moving within me so perfectly.
"Yes Daniel, yes," Harald pants into the shell of my ear before trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck in between thrusts. "You're so hot and tight, you're doing so good..."
His praise sends a surge of masculine pride racing through me along with the overwhelming pleasure building at my core until I can feel myself coming closer and closer to that inevitable edge of ecstasy.
.. but something about his words also sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me like molten lava and suddenly I find myself bucking up to meet him thrust for thrust.
"Harry!" I cry out sharply at the intensity of sensation overwhelming my entire being. My head thunks back against the cool tiles behind us as my eyes flutter closed and I arch into him completely - offering myself up fully to whatever he wants from me in this moment.
"I've got you!" Harald's voice cuts through my haze of lust as he tightens his grip on my hips, holding me steady while he drives us both relentlessly towards the edge of ecstasy. "Come for me... let go..."
His command sends me over the edge, and I cry out Harald's name over and over again, my voice a primal, impassioned prayer as we hurtle together into the abyss of orgasmic bliss.
My hands are free to grasp at anything to anchor myself as I surrender completely to him and the intense pleasure that crashes over me in endless waves, like a tidal wave engulfing every fiber of my being.
Harald's thick cock doesn't falter as he continues to pound into me through my climax, and I can feel his hot seed spurting deep inside me as he moans out his own release.
His powerful thrusts send me over the edge once more, and I spill myself onto our stomachs, our combined essences mingling together in a sticky mess that serves as a testament to our shared passion.
"Oh fuck, Daniel," he gasps against my sweat-soaked skin.
His voice is thick with emotion and post-orgasmic bliss as he presses feverish kisses along my face before claiming my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
Our tongues dance together in a sensual tango that echoes the raw passion we just shared.
"That was... unbelievable..." he pants against my lips when we finally break apart for air, his words barely audible above the still-running shower spray cascading around us both.
But I hear them loud and clear even as my heart swells with emotion at their sincerity... and know without a doubt that they are true.
"It was..." I answer back softly - smiling up at him from beneath lowered lashes and cupping his stubbled jaw affectionately between my palms. "It's never felt like that before with anyone."
His eyes darken at those words and suddenly Harald is kissing me again deeply - passionately pouring all of his own emotions into each press of our mouths together until we're both left breathless once more...
But this time it has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with how much we mean to one another on a fundamental level of human connection. And somehow that means even more than any physical act could possibly convey between us.