My mouth waters.

“You’re not naked yet.”

“You’re distracting me with that erection.”

“Hurry up, and I’ll let you play with it.”

I strip out of the rest of my clothes. As I approach him, he holds out his hand, and I take it just before he opens the shower door for me and lets me in. The steamy water falls over my already heated body just as he moves up to me and wets my hair.

I take his length in my palm and start pumping him.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmurs as he moves closer and trails kisses down my shoulder. “But that’s not what I want, and you know it.”

He moves me back to the bench and forces me to sit. He then grabs the showerhead attachment, turns it on, and kneels in front of me.

With our gazes locked, he says, “Spread your legs and hold them open.”

I do exactly what he says as he runs the scruffiness of his cheek along my inner thigh.

“You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to do what I damn well please.” He kisses my thigh as he brings the showerhead between my legs and changes the spray so it darts out. I swear that setting was made for this reason and this reason alone because when he moves it over my clit, I nearly slide off the bench. He props me up, holding me in place, and starts applying the water pressure again.

I bite my bottom lip as I hold in my moans.

He brings his cheek to my other thigh and rubs against it, kissing, teasing, making me squirm.

And when I think he’s not going to give me what I want, he lowers his mouth in front of my clit and brings the showerhead to my entrance, where it pulses inside me, giving me a new sensation as his tongue crashes down on me.

“Oh . . . shit,” I say, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “Ryot.”

“Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?”

“You,” I answer. “Oh my God, you.”

He removes his mouth and replaces it with the showerhead, letting the pulsing massage my clit to the point that my body begins to tremble, my legs shake, and my stomach bottoms out.

“Close,” I squeak out.

He brings the showerhead back to my hole, lets it pulse, and then he flicks me with the tip of his tongue, edging me out, never applying sufficient pressure for me to fall over.

“Ryot. Let me come.”

“You want more, babe?”

“Yes. Jesus . . . yes.”

I feel his smile as he flattens his tongue and strokes me long and hard, quickening his pace as my legs close in on him. My body convulses until everything fades to black, and my body hits a peak of total bliss.

“Fuck . . . oh fuck, Ryot.”

Trembling.

Shivering.

Pulsing.

My body experiences every sensation as my orgasm rips through me, and he never stops. He never gives in. He keeps giving and giving until I feel tears form in my eyes.