I clenched my teeth, grasping every last shred of control I had to make this last. To make it good for her.

But stick a fork in me. I was done.

I plunged into her as far as I could, my balls scrunched and aching for release.

And I gave in.

The orgasm ripped through me with explosive force, and for the first time, not just my cock was involved.

Every cell of my body seemed to hum with the climax.

I shuddered all over.

The release went on and on, and I stayed inside Zee, pinning her to the shower wall, complete in a way I’d never experienced before.

My cheek was flush against her neck and shoulder, and I made my legs go rigid so I wouldn’t collapse and bring us both to the hard shower floor.

We panted against each other, our bodies still fused.

After timeless moments, my dick slid out of her and I gently released her as her feet touched the floor.

I had to look at her. Tell her I hadn’t meant to go so far.

Apologize.

“Wow,” was all I said, though.

Seemed to sum it up pretty perfectly as far as I was concerned.

But more of my concern was for the woman who grabbed a shampoo bottle and squeezed some into her palm. She spread it on my hair, digging her fingertips into my scalp.

“Zee…”

“Shh,” she said. “Don’t say anything. I don’t want to think about any consequences right now. I just want to live in this moment. With you.”

Okay. I’d take it. At least until the water got so cold we had to turn it off. The steam was dissipating.

She massaged my scalp for a wonderful minute and then moved me toward one of the pulsating shower heads, where she helped me rinse it out. She shampooed her own hair then, and though I wanted more than anything to do it for her, all I could do was stare.

Stare at this beautiful woman who I’d just fucked hard against a wall.

This woman who deserved a much gentler hand. A much gentler touch.

She washed her body then, so I did the same, and by the time we were ready to leave the shower, the water had indeed turned uncomfortably cool.

I opened the glass door, grabbed two fluffy black bath sheets, and wrapped one around Zee. Such a shame to cover her up, but she’d catch a chill otherwise.

I kept my teeth from chattering as I dried off with the other sheet and then wrapped it around my waist.

Her hair was wet and sticking to her forehead and neck, but God…had she ever looked more beautiful?

“I’m not sorry,” she said abruptly.

“I’m glad.”

“Are you?”

“Sorry?” I sighed. “It’s not how I meant for it to go.”

“Really? It was amazing.”