She looked over her shoulder, and he crushed his mouth to hers, grinding against her ass, teasing her into a needful frenzy. Her fingers dug at the tiles as her orgasm claimed her. She cried out into their kisses, but he didn’t relent. He lived for this, to feel her rapt with desire, to hear her sexy noises. He kissed her harder, more demanding, using his thumb on her clit to extend her pleasure as she mewled, her hips thrusting, sex clenching. As she came down from the peak, lost in a haze of lust, and so damn beautiful he ached for her, it was impossible to harness his desire. He deepened the kiss, loving her mouth the way he wanted to love her body, until he was out of his mind with need, and growled, “I need to fuck you, baby. Are you on birth control?”

“No,” she panted. “But you can pull out.”

“Fucking dangerous.” But even as he said it, the idea of her slick pussy wrapped around his cock with nothing between them had him salivating.

“I trust you.”

“Spread those beautiful legs, baby.” He aligned their bodies, entering her in one hard thrust. She cried out a loud, surrendering moan. He cupped her sex with one hand, teasing that swollen bundle of nerves as he drove into her, fast and hard, then slow and tender, heightening their arousal with each thrust, until they were both moaning. The pleasure was so intense, so utterly exquisite, he couldn’t think, could only feel.

“Don’t stop.”

He quickened his actions, teasing her nipple with his free hand, earning sharp gasps and needy pleas. When he sank his teeth into her shoulder, his name flew from her lips, her inner muscles clenching tight and perfect around his shaft, nearly drawing the come right out of him.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He pressed his hand against her lower belly, holding her tight against him as he slowed himself down, trying to stave off his release, but he kept climbing, higher and higher, until he was barely hanging on to his control. The need to see her face, to kiss her lips, clawed at him.

“Fuuck.” He withdrew, turning her roughly, one hand clamped on the base of his shaft.

His mouth claimed hers as she stroked his cock, as urgent and demanding as the need coursing through him. He wrapped his hand around hers, squeezing tight, pumping his hips, using his other hand between her legs, working both of them faster, tighter, harder, until they crashed into oblivion. He tore his mouth away on a curse as he came on her stomach, sounds of pleasure filling the air, every jerk of his hips dragging a grunt or growl from his lungs, until he was milked dry, and they collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless and sated.

“Jesus.” He gathered her in his arms, his sticky mess smearing between them. “You fucking kill me.”

She giggled.