I was riding his face, and I had to grasp for the showerhead to hold me up.

Reese was relentless, determined to make me come, fast and hard, and with no regard for how that climax would rip me apart. I couldn’t hold the scream in this time. It ripped from my throat, and he reached up, his hand clamping over my mouth to stifle the sound. He continued licking me as my trembling began to wane.

“Holy shit.” I’d barely breathed out before he was standing again.

I just gave myself over to him, because he was manhandling me once more.

He turned me, pressed me into the shower wall, and angled my hips back. Still with the condom on, he surged inside of me, and I almost sighed from utter contentment. Falling back, my head rested against his shoulder as he pumped into me, one hand holding my hip and the other cupping my breast. He thrust over and over, in and out.

He was riding me now, and I was his.

He kissed my jaw, bending over me. His thumb grazed my nipple, then rolled around to caress my other breast.

I could only gasp. That was all the sound I could make as he brought me to another climax, flooding every inch of my body, and he wasn’t far behind. He surged up, and I felt him coming inside of me.

“Fuck.” Another kiss to my jaw, then my mouth, as he held me in place.

I couldn’t think. I had no idea what had just happened.

He chuckled, the sound soothing and low in my ear as he squeezed me in a hug before pulling out.

“I can’t walk.”

“No problem.” He held me, keeping me pinned against the wall as he reached for the shampoo and soap.

“Are you serious?”

He grinned as he turned me around, face to face again.

I shook my head, taking the shampoo from him. “You move me around like I’m a doll.”

He swatted at my ass. “You are a doll. You barely weigh anything. You need more meat on you.”

No one, ever, had told me that. My body warmed to it. Then I was putting the shampoo in his hair as he did the same to me. We shampooed, soaped each other, and when we stepped out, it was thirty minutes later.

After both of us finished washing up, he had another hard-on.

I eyed it as I left the bathroom, my teeth nice and brushed. “I’m not joking about your back. They can’t know.”

His hair was tousled, and I ached to slide my hands through it. But he ducked his head, running a towel over it briskly.

He turned so I could see his back, laying his last remaining towel around his neck. “Are they still bad?”

They weren’t as bad, but they were still noticeable. “Yeah.”