Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
Ava
We’ve been standing here holding each other.
When the glass steams up, I tug him into the shower.
Ready for a spanking and whatever else he has for me, I’ll take it—all of it.
The warm water feels amazing—not as good as the hot tub—but I dunk my head under the showerhead on my side of the shower.
This shower is not only oversized; it also features dual shower heads, massagers, and a rain shower.
There's a bench on his side, and I can imagine all sorts of things happening there, but tonight I want to be slammed up against this tile wall so hard my body shakes and quivers.
I squeal when I feel his hands pick me up. My legs naturally wrap around his waist. And he does exactly what I want—shoves me against the wall. I have to take a deep breath.
Finding my entrance, he slides into me. “You’re so fucking wet, letting my thick cock glide into you so easily, so smooth.” His hands adjust around my ass, holding tight.
I suck in a sharp breath and tighten my grip on his shoulders as he gazes at me with hungry dark eyes, pupils swallowed up by his blue irises.
My clit is throbbing for friction as my hips rotate around his shaft. He growls at me as he picks up the pace, spearing me up against his shower wall. “You fuck me like I’m the only person who needs to come.”
“You’re orgasm is the only one that matters.” My body jolts with every thrust of his hips. Feeling his thick cock in me has me wriggling for more, more friction, more bucking of his hips…driving into me with a punishing pace.
My panting is echoing off the shower walls with my legs working hard to hold myself up while bucking my hips into him. He hits the sensitive spot inside within seconds, and I’m losing myself in him. “You fuck me so good.”
I pinch his nipples hard and bite his neck. He growls out, “Sweetheart, you keep doing that and I’m blowing my load inside you in seconds.”
“Then we’re coming together…I’m there…there.
” I scream, “Kai…” My pussy clenches his length like it never wants to let it go.
I throw my head back, tapping the wall, as I hold on to his shoulders for balance.
My belly tightens, and my legs are in a vice grip around his waist. With my hips still grinding onto his, he slides a finger in my puckered bud, ever so slightly.
Enough for me to have my orgasm rattling through me, my mouth wide open, moaning his name.
Eyes shut, squeezing them tight, as I come all over him.
Once my legs release and my feet are on the floor, I feel him pulsing, begging for more. He slowly slips out of me, twists me around, and pushes my back down. My hands rest on the tile bench as he rubs my ass a few times, then he spanks me. “Does that feel good?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. It hurts so good. “Yeah, it does.”
He slaps the other cheek with a crack. It stings, and then he rubs it better. I’m so turned on right now, I could probably come standing right here with him, spanking me. My thighs rub together.
“You want this cock in your pussy?” He rakes his nails from the bottom of my back and drags them all the way to my nape and back down. Shivers through my body, nipples are so tight they could cut glass, and I'm dripping wet.
“Yes, all the way in.” I pant as I grip the bench.
He finds my heat and slides in with a sharp breath. This position is not as easy to take him in this far. But I breathe through it as he slowly pushes in further. Once he’s all the way in, he says, “You okay?”
“Yeah, give me a second.” I adjust my curve in my back, and that seems to make everything feel more tolerable.
He rubs my lower back, comforting me while I adjust to him.
“I’m good,” I mumble as I push my ass back, making sure he hears me.
The moment I push back, he grunts out and thrusts his hips. Taking my hips into his tight grip, slamming into me like he can’t hold back. Not now, not with me. I keep up with his rhythm. Then his thumb slides down my crack and onto my hole. He presses slightly, feeling it out.
“Yes, please.” I groan, giving him permission to keep going. I want it just as much as he does.
I feel his thumb slip inside, and the goosebumps that erupt all over my body are mind-blowing. All the sensations bring me high. I’m bucking backwards, needing more, so much more…another orgasm is climbing, fast and furious.
“Come for me.” He demands in a gruff tone, with another slap to my ass, the crack echoing off the walls.
My climax crushes me, my eyes shut tight, convulsing, my legs are wobbly. I’m practically falling onto the bench. Screaming, “Kai, shit. Oh my.” Panting, pulse racing, heat radiating, it’s so hot.
With one more thrust, and he’s grunting, growling, “You’re fucking pussy is my temple.” His hips stutter, feeling him pulse, emptying himself inside of me is like heaven.
My walls are finally releasing him from her grip, but not before I pull out every drop of cum from him.
The stars are still dancing around my vision when I lift myself to standing as he slides out of me. I gaze at him. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, you…” He swipes the hair off my face as he embraces me while the water sprays on us. “You are amazing.”
I whisper on his chest, “You are too.”
He hesitates, but he lets me go. I watch as he picks up a facecloth, rubs soap on it, and starts washing my body.
Feeling him wash me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
The care and gentleness of his hands over my body.
It’s sensual, but in a way that I would accept him doing every day.
When my eyes close, he asks, “Doing okay?”
My eyes slowly open to gaze into his crystal-blue eyes, lighter than earlier. “Absolutely. I’ve never had a man wash me before; it’s a surreal experience.”
“Then no man has ever deserved to be with you like I am.” He continues to wash me, between my legs.
My thighs clamp down on his hand. “It’s so sensitive down there.
” I release and breathe through it. It was quick.
He’s finished, and the spray washes all the soapsuds off.
I take some shampoo, nothing fancy, but I suspect I’ll smell like him after, which I don’t mind at all, and wash my hair, rinse it, and drag my finger down his chest. “My turn.”
I take his facecloth out of his hand; he allows me to do so with some reluctance. “Let me.”
And that’s exactly what I do, washing him from head to toe. It’s a ritual I’d do over and over again.
The moment we are dried off. “You’ll probably want clothes when we hang out on the balcony. T-shirt and sweatpants?”
“That sounds great.” I take the clothes from his hands and slip them on. The t-shirt hangs off me, and the sweatpants—I pulled the strings so tight the waist is puckering, but they are staying up, baggy and long. I’m swimming in his clothes.
My head glances up once I’m dressed. I watch him finish getting dressed in a t-shirt and grey jogging pants, thin and revealing.
Holy shit…they are an eye full, but this is the very first time I’ve seen him wear a t-shirt.
It’s black and stretches over his chest and down, fitted around his biceps—oh, his biceps.
I walk up to him, dragging my nails over his biceps, and then grab them.
My hands don’t even cover half of it. He glances down at me with a devious grin and flexes.
Rock…Hard…I could go for another round, but I’m fairly certain he’s toast. Stepping back, I slide my hand down to his, intertwining our fingers. “I want to see this balcony.”
“Okay, we should grab a blanket. The night can be crisp.” As we walk by the bed, he snags the throw blanket and opens the balcony door for me to step through.
The cool air hits my face. He guides me to sit on the patio sofa while he starts the propane fireplace.
“It doesn’t throw off a bunch of heat, but it’s for the ambiance. ”
I snuggle up under the blanket as he wiggles his way in between the arm of the sofa and me.
The blanket is big enough for both of us, so I cover him up.
He wraps his arms around my shoulder and tugs me closer.
His warmth has me nuzzling my face into him and slinging my legs over his.
I’m seriously not sure if I could get any closer, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he kisses my forehead.
“I’m glad you decided to come here and experience my nighttime routine.” He chuckles. “Okay, well, it was the furthest from my routine I could have gotten.”
My fingers trail lazily over his chest. “I could get used to this kind of routine.” With honesty pouring out of me, I’m riding this high.
“Now the question remains, will you stay the night?” With his fingers, he tips my chin upward to gaze into my eyes, or so I can stare into his…either way, I love it. How he cherishes me. How he makes my body feel. All of it.
I hum, pretending to think. He swipes his thumb over my cheek, coaxing me to answer. I don’t wait too long to say, “Yes, I’d like that.”
We stay out on the balcony for a while before sleep takes over both of us. We’ve been taking turns yawning for a good fifteen minutes. “I think it’s time to head to bed,” I say, pulling myself off of him.
He shuts off the firepit, and we walk back inside. “I think I might have an extra toothbrush in the cabinet.”
Once we are all ready for bed, he takes my hand, grabs the sheet and blanket, and pulls them down for me to slide in.
He rounds the bed and hops in. The moment his hand lands on mine, I know this is right.
Sliding himself over so my back is flush with his, he drapes his arm around my body to hold one of my breasts.
I place my hand on his while he breathes on my neck and kisses me. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night.”