In the meantime, he was lining his cock up with my entrance and slowly pushing inside.
I gasped and stopped squirming at the first press of his cock against my opening.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as he felt the resistance. “You’re so tight.”
I didn’t bother to tell him why.
He didn’t need to know that I was a complete and utter lovesick fool when it came to him.
Instead, I tightened my legs and urged him even farther inside.
“Harder,” I ordered when he slowly started to rock his hips back and forth.
He grunted out a laugh and pulled back only to snap his hips back forward and push into me so deep and far that I nearly cried out in surprise.
I didn’t, but that was only because he had his mouth pressed to mine, swallowing the scream.
My arm flailed out for something to hold onto, something to give me purchase while the man that I was in love with fucked the absolute hell out of me.
The first thing I found was the hot water knob.
I latched onto it for dear life, my fingers gripping it so tight that my fingers cracked.
“Oh, God.” My head flew backward, right into the shampoo bottles that were barely being held up by the tiny shelf above my head.
The bottle fell into the next one, then the next one, until they all went tumbling down toward the floor.
Nathan cursed, his hands tightening on my hips for a few seconds as one of the bottles landed on his toe, but just as quick he was back, stroking into me as if he probably didn’t have a broken toe to deal with now.
Nathan hitched me up higher onto the wall, only to allow my body to fall back down a second later, this time giving me even more of his length.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my head going forward to rest on his muscular shoulder.
The new angle allowed him to slip just a tiny bit deeper, and his next thrust came into contact with my cervix, sending a zing of surprise and discomfort through me.
He felt my change and slowed, the next thrust not going as deep.
I curled my free arm around his neck and turned my head so that I could bite down on his neck.
He jolted, grinding his cock into me in reaction to my mouth and tongue now running up and down the cord of his neck.
The new, grinding action sent my nerves to singing, thrumming to the tune of a beat that Nathan was causing my body to sing to.
“You feel like a hot, wet fist around my cock,” he said. “So.” He thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Responsive.”
Each thrust was punctuated with a twist of his hips. A grinding press of his hips as he pulled mine down, getting deep without the sudden, jarring jolt of a thrust.
Whatever it was that he was doing was working, too.
I could feel my orgasm building by the second.
Thrust. Grind. Thrust. Grind.
Over and over he did this until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Latching onto his neck with my teeth, I moaned and tilted my hips just so. On his next grind and thrust, it sent me flying.
My orgasm burst over me. A burst of a cannon firing wouldn’t be an exaggeration to how it felt. One second, I was just a normal woman. The next, I realized that the feeling that Nathan had just invoked from me would never be recreated or topped by anyone else ever again. Nathan could do things to me that I couldn’t even accomplish myself.
The hand that was on the hot water crank twitched and turned.
Nathan hissed and started to come, his cock twitching inside of me as he released himself in hot, long pulses.
That’s when the hot water heater started to kick in and hit Nathan’s back.
He cursed and bailed out of it as fast as he could, pulling me with him, except the shampoo bottles that’d fallen had left a layer of shampoo on the bottom of the shower. Which happened to be exactly where Nathan stepped.
One second we were standing, and the next we were going down.
Luckily Nathan had the decency to land on the bottom, not on top of me, or he would’ve straight up crushed me.
We hit hard, and I was staring in horror at him seconds later.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried.
He scrunched up his nose and groaned, letting his head flop down onto the ground for a few seconds before the water that was pouring down around us became too hot.
“Yeah,” he groaned and sat up. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
It actually wasn’t that hot. It felt pretty good.
But Nathan was a little bitch after all.
“You’re such a little bitch,” I teased as I stood up.
His cock leaving my body felt like a piece of my soul had gone missing.
Still, we couldn’t stay there all night.
Unfortunately, I had to go to work the next morning and four o’clock came awfully early.
Once I got to my feet, I stood over him and washed my hair with the hot water.
He stayed where he was, his mouth tipped up, as the hot water turned his poor skin bright red.
“What are you looking at?” I asked as I lifted my arms.
“You,” he answered easily. “I can’t say it’s the most comfortable place in the world lying down here, getting water up my nose and in my eyes from the splashing. But you’re goddamn beautiful.”
I snorted.
I wasn’t beautiful.
I was a mess.
But still, I felt like a fucking supermodel all because Nathan was looking at me with sincere eyes.
“You need your eyes checked,” I said as I reached for the soap.
He stood up then, his abs working as he curled himself up off the bathroom floor, momentarily making me forget what we were talking about.
“Wash my back off,” he ordered as he turned around.
I pulled the showerhead off of the holder and aimed it at his back, using my hand to wipe the excess shampoo and conditioner off of his
