She cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy pulsing around him. He stayed with her, pumping and grinding as they rode out her pleasure. Unwanted emotions trampled through him. He tried to fuck them away, thrusting harder, taking her rougher, but it only drove them deeper, until he felt them taking root, sparking a storm that tried to rip those roots to shreds. Conflicting emotions pummeled him as she came down from the peak, her shoulders dropping, the tension in her body easing, as she panted out, “So good.”

He thrust harder, pumping up that storm.

This was it. It had to be the last time he’d ever be buried deep inside her. The last time he’d feel her come or hear the excruciatingly erotic sounds spilling from her lungs. Suddenly a selfish bastard, he was going to make damn sure she would feel him for days and think of him every time someone else touched her, wishing they could make her feel as good as he did. But he knew nobody would ever be able to, because she was fucking right when she’d said they were made for each other. Made for this.

He moved his hand from her hip to her ass, massaging the soft globe, rubbing circles over her clit with his other hand.

Her head fell back with a breathy, “Yes.”

He slid his fingers down the crack of her ass, teasing over her tightest entrance. She arched, pushing back against his finger. “Tell me you want it,” he said gruffly, needing to hear her.

She looked over her shoulder, blue eyes boring into him. “I want it,” she panted out vehemently. “I want your finger inside me while you’re fucking me.”

Fuuck. He pushed his finger past the tight rim of muscles, and “Oh God, Tobias” fell from her lips as her pussy clamped around his cock. He groaned, fucking her faster with both dick and finger and pushed his other hand lower, rubbing her clit with his palm as he fingered the seam of her pussy, feeling his cock moving in and out of her.

“You feel so fucking good. So tight.”

She clawed at the tile wall, and he moved his fingers back to her clit, quickening his efforts as fire spiked down his spine. She went up on her toes, and with the next thrust, they both lost control, untethered sounds echoing off the walls as they came, hard and loud, until they had nothing left to give. He turned her trembling body in his arms, their hearts hammering out the same frantic beat. Warm water beat down her back, and a full-on war waged in his head.

When their breathing calmed, she tilted her face up, her eyes moving from his face to his necklaces.

“You never take these off, do you?” she asked.

He shook his head.

“Where’d you get them?”