When she moaned louder, I added that third finger, pressing it inside her along the others, feeling her inner walls against my digits while I fucked them in and out of her.
It was quiet except for the pounding of the water from the shower and the sound of her moans and gasps, so I spoke up, ready to tease her as I usually was.
"Do you like this?" I asked. "Having fingers in your ass? Knowing I'm about to fuck this pretty little hole the same way I fuck all the others? Every one of your sloppy holes belongs to me, you know."
She moaned deeply, but that wasn't good enough. I could read what I needed from her body language, of course, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to hear the words from her. I wanted her to tell me that she wanted this, the same way she'd made me tell her what I wanted.
I slapped her ass with my free hand, the combination of the water on her skin and the acoustics in the shower making it echo loudly around us.
Her sharp cry was beautiful to my ears, and I spanked her again for good measure, making sure she was paying attention.
"Answer me," I growled low, letting the words reverberate. "I want to hear it."
"They're yours," she panted, swallowing hard and still not looking up. "I want it, please."
That was better. I smirked and rubbed her ass where I'd hit her, letting the sting be soothed by my palm before I grabbed a handful of that tempting flesh and squeezed hard, just to make sure she knew whose she was.
She was in my hands, and I was going to take care of her, but I was also going to push her and make sure she got the best out of this.
That was half the thrill, after all.
My fingers kept working into her, fucking her as deep as possible, and when I felt like she was as open as I needed her to be, I pulled them out, leaving her gaping and empty.
It was still a wonder that my cock was going to fit into that little hole, but I knew it would. She would stretch to fit the way she always did, so easily and so well.
Once again, I turned her away from me, so she was pressed up against the wall. Part of me wanted to see her face while I did this, but an even bigger part wanted to be able to watch my cock sink into that beautiful hole over and over again, and that was the part I went with.
I pulled her hips back until she was where I wanted her to be, and then I nodded, licking my lips and using the remaining oil on my hand to slick up my cock.
I was rock hard already, and the sight of her like that, hands braced against the marble tiles, head tipped down, ass out, was enough to have my cock twitching in my hand.
I was going to need to pace myself if I wanted this to last.
The head of my cock eased up against her hole, and I guided myself with one hand, the other spread on her hip, keeping her still and in place for me.
The head was thick and blunt, and it took a little push, but then it popped past that ring of muscle, and I sucked in a breath at the velvety tightness.
It was like her ass had a stranglehold on my dick, and I had to hold myself back, breathing through it while I pushed in slowly.
Ash's mouth was open, and she was taking ragged breaths in and out. I squeezed her hip comfortingly, letting her know I was there and I was with her.
It felt like it took forever for me to fit my entire length inside of her, and once I was balls deep, I had to grit my teeth and stop moving for a long minute, catching my breath and forcing myself to calm down. It would be so easy to just start pounding away at her, but that wouldn't do either of us any favors, so I took my time.
Ash was still moaning and whining, and it was such a fucking hot sight, the way her rim was stretched around my cock.
With one hand I traced the thin skin there, and Ash jerked hard, a sharp cry ripping out of her.
She was so keyed up and sensitive, and I chuckled breathlessly, sliding my hand between her legs to check how wet she was.
She was soaking. Slick and dripping with need, and I wished I'd thought to bring a dildo to the shower with us so I would have something to plug up her other hole with.
And wasn't that an image?
Maybe a gag to keep her mouth busy, a dildo in her pussy, my cock in her ass. Air-tight and perfect, each hole in use the way they were meant to be.
One day, perhaps.
It was a bit much for shower sex, but the thing about Ash was that she offered so many opportunities for creativity. She was a skeptic, so I had to design our encounters to convince her, which made me more creative and devious.
Of course there was the immediate pleasure of seeing her helpless and restrained when I had her like that, coming undone over and over again while she begged for more, but there was the secondary pleasure of knowing that I'd managed to do that just by using a little extra brain power. It was a good feeling, and I didn't think I was ever going to get tired of it.
We had five more months, give or take, which was plenty of time to put her in all sorts of kinky and precarious situations, but I wanted more than that, too.
We'd talk about it one day.
For the moment, my dick was buried in her ass, and I was losing my patience with holding back. So I pulled out slowly, making
