I use the temperature knobs to steady myself as I slide my leg off his shoulder and stand upright on shaky legs. “Yes, but we have to do it against the wall. You made me too weak.”
Without hesitation, he coils his solid arms around my hips to lift me up. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I gasp as he presses my ass against the cold tile on the back wall of the shower.
He flashes me a smug grin. “I’m not in you yet.”
I roll my eyes. “I know. The tile is cold.”
“It will warm up,” he says, placing a quick kiss on my lips. “Lock your ankles and hold on tight, okay?”
I nod excitedly and do as I’m told. He can be as bossy as he wants. It only makes me want him more.
He reaches between us to guide his cock to my entrance. At least, I think that’s what he’s doing, until I realize he’s using the head of his erection to stroke my sensitive clit and spread my cum around. He’s lubing me up.
“You ready for me?” he asks, giving me another chance to back out.
“I’m ready.”
I push the words out quickly before I can change my mind.
“I’ll go slow.” His mouth falls over mine again as his cock slides in barely an inch. “Fuck. Your pussy is tight.”
I gasp as I’m surprised by a burning twinge.
“It’s been a while,” I admit as I focus on breathing through the pain. “Just… go slow.”
“I will, but you have to promise to tell me if I hurt you.”
I smile to hide the fact he sort of already has. “I will. I promise.”
He continues to kiss me as he rolls his hips left and right, stretching me gently to make room to receive him. I moan every time he hits my G-spot. As I suck on his tongue, giving him a preview of what he can expect later, his cock throbs against my opening.
He tilts his head back to look at me, and his green eyes are hooded with lust. “You feel so good, but this is torture. I need to be all the way inside you. Are you ready?”
I inhale deeply and exhale slowly as I nod. “I’m ready.”
He carefully lets my body slide down the shower wall a few inches, then he guides his cock farther inside.
“Oh, God.”
A guttural moan explodes from my mouth as he fills me so completely. The tip of his solid erection hits my cervix, sending a shock of pleasurable pain shooting through me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, burying his face in my neck.
My back squeaks against the wet marble and my tits bounce as his hips thrust back and forth. He draws out the pleasure by alternating his pace between deliciously slow and hard and dirty.
In the slow moments, he rolls his hips as he grinds his pubic bone against my clit. In the fast and hard moments, he slams into me. And I can’t lie, it hurts. It hurts so fucking good.
As he pounds my pussy, another orgasm creeps up on me. Grabbing the sides of his head, I tilt his face up to look at him as I come. His eyes blaze with fierce hunger and deep concentration as my body shudders in his arms. I moan loudly as the orgasm hits me like a lightning strike.
“Oh, my God!”
“Oh, fuck!” he groans, and he pulls out of me in a panic before I’ve even finished coming.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, not bothering to hide my frustration.
We both look down and watch, with relief, as his cum spurts out onto the shower floor in silky ribbons.
“That was close. That was too fucking close.” His eyes are wide with shock as he looks up at me. “You’re making me lose my head.”
I let out a tired chuckle as he gently places me down on the floor. “I could say the same to you.”
He cups my face and kisses me hard. His penis is still twitching as it glides against my slick belly. I moan into his mouth as he growls into mine. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I smash my breasts against his skin.
We make out like this for a while until our chests are no longer heaving from the exhaustion of our orgasms.
He pulls away and shakes his head. “I could kiss you like this all night long.”
I smile up at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh, yes you are. You’re going to sleep.”
“Why are you so bossy?”
His gaze locks on mine. “Because you need it.”
I stare at him for a while, neither of us blinking, before I finally give in. “Okay, fine. I’ll go to sleep.”
He nods in approval, then we finish our shower before we head back to my bedroom, still naked. Walking around without clothes on and getting under the covers with him feels a little like playing house.
I rest my head on his chest, listening to the deep, hollow drumbeat of his heart. In this quiet moment, it’s difficult to keep my mind from wandering to thoughts of Elle. I would have never met Max if I hadn’t been searching for a bar within walking distance of the hospital today.
He glances at his phone, then places it back on my nightstand. “Do you think there’ll be people ringing your doorbell all day tomorrow?”
“Probably,” I say, trying not to sound too ungrateful for the attention my neighbors are giving me and my family.
“Do you have plans for your birthday?”
My stomach tenses at the reminder that I’m turning twenty-two tomorrow. “Would it surprise you to find out I told all my friends I didn’t want to do anything tomorrow? Or would it surprise you more to learn I have friends?”
“Wouldn’t surprise me at all. The first one. I am surprised you have friends.” He laughs as I smack his chest. “Hey, violence is never the answer.”
“I’ll have you know, I have a bunch of unread messages on my phone—from my friends. If I don’t go back to Seattle tomorrow, they’ll probably come here to stage an intervention.”
His expression turns serious. “Do you need an intervention? I mean, will you be okay tomorrow with those people ringing your doorbell all damn day?”
I think about how I’m going to feel tomorrow when he’s gone, and I’m inundated with visits from people I neither want to see nor talk to on my birthday.
“I don’t know. I guess I’ll be fine, but maybe you should hide the razor blades.”
He shoots me a tight smile that tells me he doesn’t find my joke funny.
“If you need me to, I can switch my day-shift for a night-shift tomorrow.” His hand lands on the side of my face, and he softly tucks my damp hair behind my ear. “So I can stay with you until you head back to Seattle.”
My heart squeezes in my chest as I’m reminded of his boundless kindness. Who raised this beautiful, respectful man?
“You would do that?” I ask, unable to hide the excitement in my voice as I realize this is a win-win for both of us.
He gazes into my eyes for a while, and the silence crackles with anticipation. “Give me a minute.”
I lift my head off his chest and watch as he picks up his phone. He types something and quickly sets it down again, but it vibrates before either of us can say anything. Scooping it up, he smiles and seems to shoot off another message. Then he stares at the phone for a few seconds, as if he’s contemplating something. A moment passes before he powers it off and sets it down on the nightstand.
“I’m all yours, birthday girl.”