Page 54 of Brash for It
The shower echoes with our gasps, our groans, the slap of water against skin, the scrape of her nails down my back.The sounds of our bodies moving as her pussy clinches tightly around the thick length of my cock as if her own damn body can’t get enough of me.The world outside doesn’t exist.There’s only her, me, and the storm we’re making.
When it finally breaks—when her body goes tight around me, when she cries out my name with her head thrown back against the tile—it feels like something bigger than sex.It feels like a fuse lit, a vow sealed, a truth spoken without words.
I follow her over the edge, burying my face in her shoulder, groaning like the sound’s been ripped out of me.Every nerve fires, every muscle shakes, the release crashing through me like the first real breath after drowning.
We cling to each other under the spray, her body wrapped around me as I carry her weight effortless, water still pouring, but it might as well be silence for all I notice.My chest heaves against hers, her fingers still tangled in my hair.She’s trembling, not with fear, but with the same aftershock rattling through me.I feel it through my balls as my cock throbs inside her going soft.
I press my lips to her temple, lingering there, breathing her in.For once, I don’t try to put words to it.There aren’t any good enough.
All I know is this: I warned her.She stayed.She chose.And now there’s no going back.
The water’s still coming down hard, but it feels different now.Less like it’s pounding me clean, more like it’s trying to cool us off and failing.My chest is pressed to hers, her arms looped tight around my shoulders, and her legs wrapped around my waist, for a long moment neither of us moves.We just breathe, lungs struggling to catch up with what our bodies already said loud and clear.
Her forehead rests against mine, wet strands of her hair plastered across her cheek.She’s smiling, the kind of smile that isn’t polished or planned.It’s raw, messy, just for me.
“You okay?”I murmur, voice rougher than the gravel lot behind the shop.“I wasn’t too rough?”
Her smile softens.“Better than okay.”She presses a quick kiss to my mouth, then another like she can’t stop herself.“I missed you.”
Those three words gut me in the best way.Not because of how she says them, but because of how much truth there is in them.I spent three days pretending I didn’t miss her.Spent three days convincing myself that missing someone wasn’t something I did.And then she walks into the shower my only thought is I can’t get close enough.Even now, my cock still inside her, our bodies, joined and touching in every possible way, and I still want to get closer to her.She’s inside me like that.Her spirit locked to mine.
I kiss her back, slower now, steadier.A promise instead of a demand.My hands skim her back, feeling her relax under the touch, her legs still wrapped snug around me.
Eventually, she shifts and I slide out of her, laughs when the spray catches her in the eyes.“We should probably clean up and get out before we drown.”
“Yeah,” I grunt, though every part of me wants to stay here another hour just to keep her close.
I set her back on her feet gently, making sure she’s steady before I let go.She doesn’t step away, though.She lingers in my space as I reach past her getting soap and a wash cloth.Gently as I can, I wipe down her body making sure to be soft as I clean between her legs where the evidence of our release drips out of her.The look of it, the thoughts of being inside her again, have me getting hard.Fighting the need to take her again, I make sure to wash her hair, and then quickly tend to my own before I move to turn off the water.The sudden silence is jarring.Just the drip-drip of water running off tile and down our skin.
I grab a towel off the rack and wrap it around her first, tucking it in snug over her chest.She gives me a look, playful but soft.“Chivalrous for a biker.”
I smirk, reaching for another towel for myself.“Don’t spread it around.Got a reputation to keep.”
She lets out a hum, “gonna spoil me always making sure to take care of me first.”She teases, but I turn my eyes dark and serious to her.
“You’re always gonna be first with me, Kristen.”
It’s a vow.
She laughs sultry, low and husky, and it sends another wave of heat rolling through me.I shake it off knowing that she is going to be sore from us finishing so I need not dive right in already.I toss the towel over my shoulders, and help her step out onto the mat so she doesn’t slip.It’s automatic, the way my hand stays at the small of her back like I need to touch her.
We move to the bedroom still damp, leaving little trails across the floor.She perches on the edge of the bed, toweling her hair, and I take a second to just look at her.Her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes bright in a way I haven’t seen before.
That’s when it really sinks in.She didn’t back out.I gave her the chance, told her flat-out to get out of the shower if she wasn’t ready for all of me.And instead, she pressed closer.She asked for it.Asked for me.
That changes everything.
“You’re staring,” she says, eyes flicking up with a little grin.
“Damn right I am,” I answer without shame.
Her grin widens then a different look passes over her face.“Do you regret it?”
The question punches me.Hard.“No,” I say immediately, with more force than I intended.I soften it, sit down beside her.“Not for a second.”
She exhales, relief written all over her face.“Good.Because I don’t either.”
I lean in, kiss her temple, my lips lingering there like I can brand the words into her skin.“That’s all I needed to hear.”
