I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sore from last night. Two rounds back to back definitely took their toll—but holy shit, was it worth it. I’ll take him anytime, anywhere. As long as he’ll have me, I’m his.

His fingers move steadily, curling just right, hitting my spot over and over. I glance down and see my erection already back in full force.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I groan. I’ve never met someone so perfectly aligned with my sex drive. He might even be hornier than me, and that’s saying something.

“Brace yourself,” he mutters, aligning his tip at my entrance.

I breathe deeply, steadying myself. He pushes in slowly, stretching me inch by inch until he bottoms out, hips flush against me.

“You’re getting so good at that,” he breathes, biting my shoulder lightly.

“I—I—fuck,” I stammer. So much for being the king of dirty talk. Nathaniel has me tripping over my own tongue, but judging by the growl he lets out, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“I’m going to start moving now. You good?” he pants, straightening behind me, holding my hips tightly.

I nod quickly, bracing against the slick tile as hot water cascades down my back.

“Use your words,” he commands.

“I’m good, Nathaniel. So fucking good,” I moan. “Move. Now.”

He doesn’t wait. He starts thrusting deeply, pulling my hips back into him with each stroke.

Every time he grazes my prostate, I lose a little more of my mind. I’m seeing stars. I never want him to stop.

Nathaniel grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me upright, chest pressed to my back. One hand roams my body, mapping every inch.

“You’re taking my dick so well,” he grunts.

“You make me feel so fucking good,” I breathe. He rewards me with a firm grip around my dick, sending shockwaves through my whole body. “Holy shit,” I moan. I’m so sensitive that my legs tremble.

“I’m not going to last long with you talking like that,” he groans into my ear, lips brushing my neck. He licks a line up my neck, sending shivers straight to my core.

“Your dick feels so fucking good in my ass,” I moan.

“Yeah?” he pants.

“Yeah,” I gasp.

“Shit. Fuck.” He tenses behind me, his hand slowing. I feel every spurt of his release inside me, and it’s too much—I can’t hold back. I wrap my hand around his, jerking myself rapidly until I explode once again against the shower wall.

“Damn, Nathaniel,” I gasp heavily, head falling forward as I paint the tile.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his thrusts slowing. I can feel our mix dripping down my thighs, slick and hot. The thought of him inside me, coating me, has me reeling.

I turn around slowly, letting him slide out of me, and immediately wrap my arms around him. I feel empty without him inside me—but holding him like this? I’ve never felt more complete.

He leans into my neck and sighs. “I feel like this is how it was always supposed to be.”