Page 23 of Lost in Love

Just as I’m about to go tend to him, Noah stops me. “I’m warning you now, I’m going to go insane if we don’t finish. Like, legitimately might explode.” And then he starts pouting. “My balls literally fucking hurt at the moment.”

Sevi outside our door is hard to ignore, so we move to the shower where we can’t hear him. “Are we being bad parents if we ignore him?”

Noah doesn’t answer me. He’s too focused on getting me into the shower so we can finish. With determination, he pushes me up against the tile wall, and I glance down just as he enters me, his hands roaming from my hips to my neck. And this is where it gets rough, and I think maybe I’m being waterboarded.

After a few minutes, I wasn’t so sure I should have asked for him to be rough with me in the shower. Surely, this is dangerous. Is seeing stars and gasping for air supposed to be sexy? Is the lack of oxygen a turn-on? I think I’m becoming delirious and I’ve swallowed so much water I’m starting to feel sick to my stomach. Is my head hitting against the shower wall sexy? Not really. It’s painful.

But… and this is a big but, if it brings the spark back, what can it hurt?

After another few minutes, I change my mind, on the whole, “let’s be rough” thing. Fuck that. Whoever thought being physically hurt during sex was a turn-on has obviously been choked too long. By the lack of oxygen, they aren’t thinking clearly.

“Noah?”

At first he doesn’t stop. He’s into it. I get it. It’s hot, forbidden and erotic, right? The sounds of pleasure filling our bathroom, skin slapping skin and grunts and moans (or cries of pain in my case). So Noah pushes on. When my head hits the shower wall again, and I’m thinking I might actually have a concussion in the morning, his grip on my neck tightens. I scream out in pain. Actual pain, not pleasure.

“You’re hurting me!”

“Oh, thank God,” he gasps, stepping back and pulling out. “I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“I didn’t make you.” Standing there with the shower spray bouncing off his shoulder and smacking me in the face, I have to think of a way to get the water out of my face and keep this going. “You wanna try the back?”

We had yet to try this in our relationship, and it seems like something new. It’s either that or I let him come on my face, and the last time I did that, I couldn’t see for two days because I got some in my eye.

Naturally, as with any man when you talk about sticking it in a woman’s ass, Noah’s eager. “Fuck, yeah I do.”

I’m suddenly nervous when we have the lube out, in the shower with water. More on that later, but this is the point where I level him a serious expression. “What if I poop on you?”

Noah snorts, clearly unfazed as he rolls his eyes. “I watched five babies come out of your vagina, and you basically shit in the doctor’s hands while delivering Sevi. Pretty sure nothing will phase me now.”

I glare. “I asked you if I pooped, and you said no.” My eyes are drawn lower to his arousal for me, and I smile.

“I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed, so I didn’t say anything.” He grabs onto my hips, his eyes on the prize. “You’re not going to poop on me.”

I inhale a deep breath and take the lube in my hand squirting a small amount into my palm. Noah’s breath hitches when I stroke him once, coating him with the cool gel.

After some clever leg placements, he has me up against the shower wall again, but this time my face is pressed into it. It’s better than the back of my head. And then we go for it.

Reaching between us, Noah positions himself at my backdoor exit, and I look over my shoulder at him, our eyes lock as he slides inside, slowly.

With his head dipping forward, he bites his bottom lip, his brow contouring in pleasure. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, growling out a breath.

That look he gave me right before he entered me, that’s the only romantic part about it. For me, it’s uncomfortable, burns, and hurts so fucking bad. But hey, he enjoys it. Until…. I attempt to steady myself against the wall because my left foot keeps falling asleep.

Noah loves the new angle. “Fuck... it’s tight,” he growls in my ear when I lean forward more.

“That’s because it’s an exit only ramp,” I say, gritting my teeth against the pain.

I’ll spare you most of the details because, to me, this isn’t romantic, but hey, if he wants this, it can’t be all bad, right? Oh, but it is. Every move I make hurts and causes pain I never knew my asshole could go through. My vagina, she’s used to pain. My ass… poor girl hadn’t prepped at all. At one point, I honestly think about pulling out my phone and looking on WebMD to see if this really can hurt you and do irreversible damage to your asshole.

Now, with pain, I get cranky. You don’t even want to be on the same floor as me when I’m giving birth, let alone the same room. I’m sadly at that point now.

“Are you okay?” Noah finally asks when I’m trying to switch positions without removing his cock first. It’s like I’m trying to drill out my ass or something. It’s awful, and Noah’s breath hot and heavy on my neck is only pissing me off further.

“Just don’t touch me.” I’m seriously in so much pain I think I’m shitting barbed wire.

“Do you want to stop?” he pants against my ear.

“No.”

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