Chapter Twenty Three #3
“You were driving me crazy all day today,” I growl into the crook of her neck. “Every time you walked toward the water in that black bikini … every time you laughed … I had to look away or distract myself because I couldn’t touch you the way I wanted to. I think you did it just to torture me.”
I reach for the soap and lather my palms. I slide them around her waist, feeling the wet, silky feel of her skin. Then I move my hands up, tracing the curve of her breasts, my fingers catching on her hard nipples.
“Look at you,” I rasp, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You as desperate for me as I am you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her head falling back against my shoulder. “I’ve wanted you all day. I thought about fucking you in the sand, in the ocean, and then again under the moonlight … not really caring who saw.”
“I care,” I say, my grip tightening on her hips as I pull her back flush against my chest. “Because I want you all to myself. I want to hear you scream my name without worrying the kids will hear.”
I turn her around, my hands anchoring her waist, and move us closer to the tiled wall. I box her in, my arms bracing on either side of her head.
“Open your legs for me,” I command, the words low and guttural. “I want to see how wet you are. I want to see exactly what I’ve been waiting for all day.”
She places her hands on my shoulders and widens her stance, her thighs sliding against the wet tile.
I reach down, my fingers finding her slick and hot. My dick twitches against her lower stomach, and she looks down. Then she watches me as I part her lips and run two fingers through her heat. I find a slow, heavy rhythm, my thumb working against her clit.
“Tell me how it feels, Doc. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you inside me,” she gasps, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders, her nails no doubt leaving impressions in my skin. “I want to feel the weight of you on me. I don’t want you to be gentle.”
“You want it rough?” I lean in, my nose brushing hers, my breath hot on her lips. “I’ve been holding back all day. If I’m not gentle, I might break you.”
“Break me then,” she challenges, her eyes flashing with raw hunger.
I barely give her a second to finish her sentence. I reach under her thighs and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back. Her arms wind around my neck like a lifeline. And the way she fits against me is the only thing that makes sense in the world.
Her pussy is wide open for me, so I push inside of her in one long, deep thrust. The friction is magnified by the water, a slide that draws a raw groan from her throat. I bury my face in her neck to try to calm myself down.
“God, you’re tight,” I rasp, my voice rough. “It feels like you’re choking my cock. Do you feel it? Do you feel how much of me you’re taking?”
“Yes … Saint, yes,” she cries out, her body vibrating against mine.
I start to move in a relentless, heavy rhythm that makes the sound of our skin slapping together echo off the glass. And every time I pull back, I nearly come all the way out, letting the water rush between us before slamming back in to the hilt. I’m not just fucking her, I’m claiming her.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you,” I grit out, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her shoulder. “I want you to feel me every time you move tomorrow. I want you to think about the way I’m stretching this pussy, claiming it, all the way home.”
“Yes,” she pleads, her voice a series of broken hitches. “Tell me more.”
“You’re mine,” I growl, my pace becoming faster, harder, my hips slamming against hers in an unyielding intensity. “Every inch of my cock, remember how it feels. Every time you ache, that’s me. Every time you look at me, you’ll think about the way I feel inside you.”
The steam is getting thicker, the air smells like her, the ocean, and our sex. I can feel the tension building at the base of my stomach, like a hot wire waiting to snap. And I can feel her clenching around me like she’s begging for the end.
“Your pussy want to suck my cock dry? You’re right there. Look at me.”
I force her to meet my eyes, her expression raw and stripped bare as she loses control. My movements become short, finding that perfect friction that makes her back arch and her voice break.
“Come for me,” I demand. “Let me feel it.”
She shatters around me, her body shaking with each contraction, triggering my own release. I thrust into her one last time, pinning her against the wall as I fill her, leaving me empty and practically gasping for air.
I don’t want to put her down yet. I can feel our hearts hammering against one another as I hold her. So, we stay molded together for what feels like a long time, the water continuing to run over us, until our breathing returns to normal. Until we’re completely still.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her, but I’m not sure she’s there, or if she will ever love me in the same way I love her. So I swallow it down, again, and keep her in my arms until the water runs cold.