EIGHT #2
Ceat 6ared through me, sharper than the water cascading down my back. I could not bring myself to ask how he was here. I knew that he was not real, but I did not question it. Ce was real in my mind and that was all that mattered to me.
“jou shouldn’t be here, Rain.”
I whispered the sound at him, and even for a ghost of the man that I wanted standing in front of me, there was no strength behind my words. If Rain was here in the 6esh, he would have ended me in a heartbeat. Ce stepped closer to me and another shiver shot down my spine. Rain was not rushed, nor did he hesitate. Rain claimed every inch with purpose. The steam parted around him like he was fucking Moses of all people. And when he reached the edge of the spray, the water droplets caught along the hard planes of his chest.
Ce lifted his hand with a slow intensity. 0ven though he was slow, I was not fast enough to step back, nor did I tell him to stop. Cis knuckles brushed along my Baw !rst, rough and warm, tilting my face up toward him. The contact was almost innocent but the look in his eyes was not. Ce was hungry and I was indeed the only edible thing in sight. 3uck.
“jou were watching me today.”
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I fro1e, not knowing what to say. A cat the si1e of a lion had my tongue, and if I opened my mouth, that lion would be Rain. Cis eyes stared down into mine and I was ready to have a heart attack Bust to escape it.
“Answer me, baby girl.”
3ucking fuck.
“Answer. Me.”
“jes.” The !rst word tumbled from my mouth with no volume behind
it. Rain moved my Baw and I felt like I had to Bustify myself. “Ran you blame me?”
Cis thumb was calloused but gentle, and it traced a slow, deliberate path down the delicate curve of my throat, following the glistening trail the water left behind on my 6ushed skin. My knees felt unsteady, turning to liquid beneath me like ice melting in the middle of the summer heat. The air between us crackled with electric tension, heavy and thick as storm clouds, weighted with the promise of touching in real life, but there was nothing to show that we would.
“jou don’t know what that does to me.”
I swallowed. My pulse was tightening again in my throat, and I was struggling to !nd the words, but they left my mouth before I could stop them. I was honoured that I did something to this man, but did he know what in the holy fuck he did to me? My voice was nonFeHistent, but my lips parted as they quivered, eliciting the slightest of sounds that formed words.
“Then show me.”
3or a heartbeat, he did not move. It was that damn discipline again. And I wondered if part of it was that control that he had over me. It vibrated through his body like a wire that was pulled far too tight. Then he stepped fully into the spray, allowing the water to wash over him. Ce was drenched, and his skin was slicked against mine as he closed the distance. Cis hands settled at my waist, both of them !rm, grounding, and possessive without
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force, even though I knew that he could break me in a moment. I felt the heat of him everywhere at once, chest to chest, and thigh to thigh.
Ce leaned down, his mouth hovering Bust beside my ear. My skin tightF ened as I waited for whatever it was, he had to say. It was going to be important. I stopped breathing.
“jou’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you, baby girl.” My breath came back to me as I struggled with the word again. Why was I !nding it so hard to speak? “jes.”
A low sound rumbled in his chest at my answer. It was not quite a laugh, and not quite a growl, but it was something primal that vibrated through the scant inches between us. The sound raised goosebumps along my arms despite the heat of the crowded shower. Cis eyes darkened as the sound faded, his pupils eHpanding like ink dropped in water.
“ ood. Eecause so have I.”
Rain leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine. Cis breath mingled with the steam. The tension stretched tighter around both of us and I felt like the space between us was nonFeHistent. Cis eyes held mine and when his lips brushed against mine, it was not frantic. It was slow and measured, like he was testing the strength of something that could either break us or ruin us. I wanted it, but I did not want to give in, yet his physical closeness to me was all I wanted at this moment.
“jou look so fucking good dripping wet for me, baby girl.”
I looked down at my body, and down at his, as the water dripped over both of us. They did look good together. I saw everything, even the few things that he had not shown me yet. Ce was large, large enough that he would need two hands to control. art of me was hoping that I was not imagining his si1e. Cis shorts left nothing to the imagination.
Then he started to touch me, but it was not his hand. It was my hand, moving at Rain’s command. Ce directed me down towards the point where my !ngertips were brushing against my clit and his lips moved down my neck. I could feel each kiss hot against my skin, but part of me wondered
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if it was Bust the water rushing over me. There was nothing touching me, eHcept for myself. It felt so real and felt so hot as Rain pressed himself against me.
I could feel myself rising, my chest tightening as he pressed into my back. My !ngers were swirling harder, deeper and faster as the heat continued to rise. I wanted Rain inside me and nothing else in the world mattered. My knuckles were white against the wall above me, and I tried to grip it, but the tiles were so slippery, my hand Bust slipped down onto my thigh. I held my legs open as my orgasm rose up and built to a point where it was undeniable and ready. I Bust needed it to build a little longer.
There was nothing more that I wanted. I could feel Rain wrapped around me, the heat of the shower urging me on. My !ngers slid in and out of me and I gripped my hand around the shower head for support. There was nothing holding me back now as I continued to clench around my !ngers. I was so close, but I wanted the real thing. If I could feel Rain behind me, why could I not feel him inside me? I rode my !ngers to the edge, smacking the shower head down as I reached a sharp climaH. My legs quaked underneath me, but it was not the same. I sighed and went back to !nish my shower on my own as my legs returned to normal.
No matter what else I thought about, I could not get him out of my head. Cow dare a man have that much control over me, even when he was not present in the room? 3uck you, Rain Weaver.