Oddly, I was okay with that. Making her come had felt good. Damned good.

Sure, I loved giving women pleasure, but I’d always thought of it as a prelude to my own pleasure.

Here I was, balls as blue as ever, and I felt great.

Unsatisfied, but great.

So strange.

I stood and pulled Zee into my arms. She was still trembling, almost crying but not quite.

“You okay?” I whispered loud enough to be heard against the shower.

“Better than okay. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

She said nothing, just stayed plastered against me. The water rained upon us for a few more minutes.

Then she pulled back. “I don’t think I’m done.”

“What do you mean?”

“That was amazing. Better than anything. But I still feel…”

“What?”

“Empty. Yeah. Empty.”

No. Not that word. Empty. My cock could ease that emptiness. I knew it instinctively.

I also knew she wasn’t ready.

“You just need to relax. Settle down. Finish your shower, and you—”

She planted a kiss on my mouth and then met my gaze. “You know what I need.”

To the contrary, I had no idea what Zee needed. I did, however, know exactly what I needed, and it wasn’t a tender hand or a slow fuck.

It was a hard fuck. A fuck where I pounded her against the slick walls of my shower. An animal fuck.

“You’re not ready,” I said.

She took one of my hands and led it to her pussy. “I am.”

Fuck, she was slick as my herbal shampoo. And warm. Make that hot.

Without thinking, I slid a finger into her.

She moaned softly.

“Feel good?” I asked.

“Better than good.”

I fingered her gently, finding her G-spot and giving it a good press.

“Oh!” She nearly lost her footing.

I steadied her with my free arm. Get hold of yourself, Reid. You aren’t going to fuck her.

But my dick had a mind of its own. I slid my finger out of her, hoisted her slick body into my arms, and set her down on my hard cock.

Fuck. There was no going back now.

She and I were fucking. In my shower. And my God, I felt like I’d come home.

So tight and ridged. So perfect around my hardness, as if she’d been created for me.

I stayed embedded inside her for a few precious seconds, trying to get her used to me, but then I could hold on no longer.

I moved her off of me and then plunged her back down again.

She screamed, but it was a good scream. Her eyes were closed and her breasts flushed from more than the water, which had become lukewarm.

“Yes, yes.” The words left her throat in a gasp.

Yes. That was all I needed.

I pushed her against the shower wall and thrust up into her. Again. Again. Again.