24. Valerie
We make it to the bathroom, and he slowly lowers me to the ground near the shower. I turn on the lights, dimming them slightly, touching the wall the entire way. I don’t trust my legs right now. I am still slightly out of breath, my limbs feel like Jell-O, and my muscles are shaking from the intense workout we just had. But I can barely tame my smile.
That was the best sexual experience of my entire life. Intense, hot, needy. I see him shuffle across the room to dispose of the condom, and I take a deep breath. My mind is empty. I feel free. I am shocked at what just happened. He is right with what he mentioned earlier. We couldn”t make it to the sofa. He couldn’t wait to have me, and that is something else I have never had before. A man who was on the edge so much that he pinned me to a wall. Sure, other men have wanted me, but usually my money, my name, not… me. Not like that.
“You alright?” he asks, and I didn’t realize I was staring off into the distance. He is even bigger than I realize as I stand here in no shoes, the high heels I usually wear when I am with him offering me a few inches that are now no longer.
“Amazing. You?” I ask, grabbing some towels.
“I’ll be better when you get back over here,” he growls, and I take a few steps back toward him, placing the towels down. Leaning in, I turn on my rainwater shower, the steam misting my bathroom in an instant.
He runs his hands around my body and unclasps my bra, and I let it fall from my arms and onto the floor.
“Hmmm. Perfect,” he says, looking at me as his hands land on my waist. He pulls down my underwear, and they join my bra on the floor. I stand before him completely naked, as is he, and where I would usually turn or hide with embarrassment, I don’t move. I hold my breath and remain still as his eyes run the length of my body, and I see him start to harden again already. The appreciation in his eyes gives me the confidence I need to stand here and be admired.
His large hands circle my waist, pulling me tightly to him. Our bare bodies pushed together, he lifts me slightly, my hands holding his shoulders as my feet no longer touch the ground, and he walks us into the shower. Placing me back down slowly, he ducks his head under the spray of water, and I watch this beast of a man in my shower. His body looks like one of those carved Roman statues, all pure muscle. He glances at me watching him and raises an eyebrow.
“Here, let me,” I say, grabbing my body wash and loofah. I squeeze a little out and start to scrub his body. “You’re bruised.” My brow furrows as I take in all his crevices.
“Part of the sport.” His hands find my waist, holding me close.
“It doesn’t look like much of a sport. I understand there is stamina, strength, discipline, and agility, but it also looks like it hurts.” I see a dark-purple bruise forming on his side and wonder if he might have internal bleeding. I decide to voice my concerns. “You might have internal bleeding?” He huffs a laugh.
“I know how to take a hit. I know what my body can take,” he says, his hands softly caressing my body.
“Turn,” I say, and he smirks.
“You bossing me around now?” he asks, his face a little more relaxed like I am humoring him, and I almost melt into the drain. He looks so hot, I already feel butterflies below.
“You don’t like people being bossy?”
“No one ever tells me what to do,” he growls in warning, but as he does, he slowly turns, and I don’t even bother to hide the grin that sweeps across my face. His back is even bigger, his shoulders high and his muscles defined. He rests his hands on the wall in front of him as the hot water runs down his back, and I move the loofah in circular motions across his skin, taking in the mass of tattoos that decorate him.
“So, were you happy with the fight, then? You won, right?” I ask, assuming he would be pleased. He turns back around and looks at me.
“I won.” He nods, not elaborating.
“You’re not happy, though?” I ask.
“I”m not happy a naked woman in the shower with me is asking about a fight that she shouldn’t have been watching,” he says, pinning me with his eyes.
“I can go anywhere I want to go,” I say, full of sass.
“No, you can’t. If you do that again, I will put you over my shoulder and walk you straight back out,” he says, dead serious, his nostrils flaring.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I say to him, my eyes thinning. I like pushing him. I like standing up to him. We both know that he is going to win every time, but I can hold my own—and like to—against him.
“Just test me, sweetheart, and see what happens.”
I decide to let it go. For now.
“You like carrying me around, don”t you?” I ask teasingly as the hot water coats us both.
“I like doing a lot of things with you,” he says as he steps closer. I my head a little more to look at him. My smile is sneaky.
“Yeah? What do you like to do with me?”
“I like to make you come…” Heat blooms across my body.
“Me too,” I whisper, my sass now all gone, replaced with dire need.
“I like to taste your pussy.” Not an air of embarrassment crosses his face. He is dead serious. “I like to watch you dance; I like the way your face lights up when you laugh with your friends…”
“Been watching me, big guy?” I tease, tilting my head.
“I also like to hear you moaning my name, wriggling on my lap… and I really like to hear you beg me for my cock,” he says with finality, and I feel him harden near my stomach as I swallow, already feeling the throbbing arousal below again. He raises his hand and cups my cheek, swiping his thumb across my skin so tenderly it is surprising, before he lowers and grips on to my neck. My heart thumps in my chest as I look deep into his eyes.
“I like you doing that,” I confirm, and I see his jaw clench a little as his hold on my neck tightens.
“You like my hands on your body? You like my hand around your neck?” he asks, watching for my reaction.
“Yes,” I whisper like it is a dirty secret.
“You like being choked, sweetheart?” His head tilts a little as he observes my expression. I appreciate him asking me these questions.
“Only by you,” I whisper, and I see him take a deep breath. I have never done anything like this. No man has ever manhandled me, picked me up, grabbed my neck. I’ve never had sex against a wall. But suddenly, I am feeling more in tune with my body than ever and want to do so much more with AJ than I ever thought about before.
“Turn around. Hands on the tiles.” His hand drops from my neck, and I spin around and do what he says. My skin prickles in anticipation as I feel him step closer, so I know he is right behind me.
“You want me to fuck you here in the shower?” His voice is low and gravelly and right in my ear. With his chest flat against my back, he sandwiches me right between him and the tiles. My breasts push against them, my nipples pebbling from the cold.
“Yes…” I whisper, biting my lip. I feel his hand on my hip, then it coasts around to my front and dips down into my center. He’s rock-hard against my butt as his other hand has a firm hold on my hip.
“I fucking love your pussy,” he murmurs, his face now in my neck as his fingers skirt across my center.
“Ohh…” I start to quiver already. I am tender from earlier, but also on fire. My hips automatically move, needing more as his fingers remain on me, slowly stroking up and down.
“You want my fingers?” he asks, his tone low.
“Yes…” I pant, not afraid to tell him what I want as the hot water continues to coat both of us. I am so turned on right now, my fingers slip as I try to dig them into the tiles in front of me, but I can’t get any traction. He slides a finger inside of me, and I moan, instantly wanting more.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you are just as hungry for me as I am for you.” His finger dips in and out, my hips moving with him, needing more.
“More… AJ…” I moan again, already lost in the sensation.
“My greedy girl… my good greedy girl,” he rumbles as he slips a second finger inside, and I bite my bottom lip as my hips continue to grind on him. He lowers his head to my shoulder again, and he nips my skin, his teeth marking me a little before he licks and kisses the spot and runs his mouth up my neck to my ear.
“Now, promise me, sweetheart…” he starts, his fingers still moving in and out of me painfully slow. “Promise me you won’t turn up to another fight.” I moan as I try again to find the friction I need.
“No… I want to watch you,” I murmur, my eyes closed, enjoying his fingers, his hard body right behind me, crowding me, keeping me safe and cocooned.
“Hmmmm, wrong answer…” Removing his finger, he lazily circles my clit. My body is almost in agony as he moves so slow when my body needs hard and fast. He knows what he is doing, and it is frustrating beyond belief.
“But I…” I start to explain, but the words leave me as he sinks his fingers inside again. I see spots. It is so good, but not enough.
“No buts. I love your pussy, and I can stay here playing with it all fucking night. But if you want to come, you need to promise me,” he warns, and I have no doubt that a man with his discipline could do this all night.
I bite my lower lip again, scared to open my mouth. I want to watch every fight. I want to ensure he is okay. But God, I want to come.
“Promise me, sweetheart…” he grits out, his breathing labored, and I know he is as turned on as I am. He teases with his fingers some more, pulling them out and spreading the juice slowly before repeating it over and over. It is enough to keep me on the edge, but not enough to make me come. “Promise me, and I will fuck you so hard with my cock that you forget your own name,” he growls, and I cave.
“I promise… I promise… I promise… Please… Please, AJ.” I barely recognize my voice as I whimper and plead with him, and within mere seconds, his hands are gone. I lose my breath as he grabs either side of my hips and thrusts inside so quickly my hands slap the tiles to hold me up.
“Oh God… Oh God…” I cry out, tears stinging my eyes as my hips move back, meeting every frantic thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… No condom,” he says quickly, but the two of us are too far gone.
“I’m on the pill,” I say quickly, my voice high-pitched.
“I’m clean,” he grits out.
“Me too. Don’t stop…”
A deep growl rumbles from his chest. One of his hands leaves my hip and runs up my front, grabbing my neck from underneath. He pulls me to him, and I arch my back, plastering my shoulders to his chest as he continues to thrust. The new position leaves me completely at his mercy. My feet dangle again, so I pull them back, wrapping them around the back of his thighs. I lean my head back a little, resting it on his shoulder as his grip remains tight and unwavering, pulling me up and down on top of him. He is a machine, and I am merely his puppet. And I love it.
“Never…” he confirms as his other hand moves forward and cups my center, his finger starting to roll quickly around my clit.
“Ohhh… Ohhhhh… Ohhh,” I scream, my body shaking in his arms. I have never been this out of control.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl bouncing on my cock. Such a good dirty girl for me. Come for me. Come on my cock…” he says, breathless, as he continues to pound into me from behind, and I let go. My voice is loud as I scream in the shower, the echo amplifying it even more, my body shuddering against his. “Fuck, it feels too good, too fucking good.” He growls as he jerks with his release, and I feel him inside of me, hot warmth that I have never experienced. As his grip on my neck tightens slightly, he slows, grinding into me, growling into my shoulder before slowly lowering me to the ground.
“I also love fucking you in the shower…” he says, and I laugh. Grabbing my cheek, he turns my head, pulling me close and kissing me, our lips remaining locked as the water washes us clean.