“Harder, Gav. I want you harder. Oh my—Yes, oh God, Gavin.”
He complies, lifting me, impaling me on his velvet-encased steel and slamming me into the slippery back wall over and over until there’s a rhythmic beat to it. He’s inside me without a condom but his eyes are animal-kingdom gone. He’s too wrapped up in us to remember, and it feels so good that I can’t bring myself to care about things like consequences.
My legs wrap around his soaking wet waist and I cling to his powerful body for dear life. If we fall in here, we will get seriously injured and there will be no way to explain it. But I’m pretty sure I’d happily endure a body cast for this degree of pleasure.
He fucks like he drums. Putting everything he is into the intensity, giving himself over to it one hundred percent. His mouth covers mine, drinking it in greedily, swallowing my moans and breathy pleas. My release has become too intense to contain quietly and I claw at his back while his pounding forces noises of surrender from deep inside me. Once the pleasure has rolled over me, I’m weak, going limp in his arms.
I feel him losing himself and his grip on me, but as soon as I’m aware of it, he makes it clear that it’s intentional. Gavin lowers me to my feet, keeping an arm around my waist as if to make sure I’m capable of standing. I am—barely.
He grips my waist and whirls me around so that my back is to him. The curtain whips open, letting cooler air inside. My eyes land on the reflection of us in the mirror. Gavin stands behind me looking like he could devour me in one bite. I lean back against his body, covering his hand with mine as it roams my stomach and breasts.
“You nearly broke me with that comment about bending you over the sink.” Gavin squeezes my hip and I spread my legs without having to be asked this time.
The moment I’m open enough for him, he thrusts upward and into me in one delicious stroke.
My head drops back onto his chest when his expert fingers begin massaging circles around the outside of my sex while his dick does the same to the inside of me.
His shoulder nudges the back of my head. “Eyes open, Bluebird,” he says, leaning down to breathe his command into my ear. “I want you to watch. Watch how hard you make me come.”
My eyes are liquid fire from his words as I watch the reflection of him taking me from behind. Seeing us in this erotic pose, fully bared and completely connected, even in the mist-covered mirror, is so earth-shatteringly hot that I know it’s an image that will be burned into my mind for the rest of my life.
“I have to pull out, baby. I’m sorry. I went in without—”
“Don’t,” I say, gripping his hands tightly and clenching my internal muscles down on him. “I want to feel you, Gavin. I want you to still be inside of me even when this is over.”
His body tightens against mine, so I squeeze and bear down, clamping myself tighter around him until I’m using every ounce of strength I have left. If all I get with him in my entire lifetime is this one night, then there is no time for shy and cute and coy. Or safe.
“Damn it,” his hisses in my ear. “Goddamn it.”
“Spill in me, Gavin. Fill me with you. I want you inside me in every way I can have you.”
He swells inside me and I watch the veins in his neck bulge and strain; his groans come out through gritted teeth and for a second my feet leave the wet floor.