Page 79 of Without Bound
I should know better, however. My girl is stubborn and does what she wants, when she wants, and how she wants. So I shouldn’t be surprised when the shower door is flung open and she steps into the shower, completely nude.
I have to close my eyes to stop them from drinking in every delicious curve of her body. My hands fist so they don’t reach out for her and hold her close, never to let her go.
“Look at me, Bishop,” she bites out. “Quit being an asshole and just look at me!”
Her screeching has me doing exactly what she wants, and I look at her. The face I’ve memorized is blanketed in outrage. Her eyes burn into mine, and her nostrils flare with heavy breaths.
“What are you doing? Why are you pushing me away?” Her hands smooth up my stomach and I flinch like she’s scorched my skin with her touch.
“Anais, seeing you this afternoon, with people your age and Blake’s arm around you, made it clear that I’m not what you need. You need to be with those people. I’ll only hold you back.” A loud smack rings out in the small space followed by a sting on my chest. “What the fuck was that for?”
“For being an idiot. You’re an absolute idiot, Bishop Michaels. Yes, you are partially correct. I should spend more time with my friends. I’ve neglected them and it’s important to keep my identity. But you’re a fool if you think I’d rather be with a boy who doesn’t know the beats of my heart. A boy who has no clue how to make me see stars. A boy who has no idea what love feels like.”
I gulp when the four letter word falls from her lips. My thoughts are stolen from me as if she crawled inside of my mind and scooped them in her arms. There isn’t another woman on the face of this Earth who could bring me to life with just a smile.
“But he’s a boy who will become a man and learn to love. Loving you isn’t difficult, Anais.”
The water splashes at our feet onto the tiles, and the it gurgles as it swirls down the drain and is amplified over our silence. Our eyes search each other, waiting to see who will be the first to break. I watch as tears fill her beautiful browns and a slow smile creeps across her face.
“Is that an admission?” She steps even closer and I can feel her pert nipples brush against my skin. “Because I have one of my own. I love you, Bishop. I’ve loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I love how you smile when you talk about your friends. I love your big heart that cares for your family, blood and chosen. I love your dedication to your teamand how invested you are at seeing them succeed in every aspect of their lives. I love your tenderness equally as much as I love when you take control. I love that you make me feel like I’m the only one you see. I love you, clear and simple and without any bounds. Now tell me you love me too because I can see it in your heart that you do.”
Her hands roam until they clasp behind my head. She rises to her toes and brings her lips within an inch of mine. Her breath skates across my cheek and my pulse thrums in my neck.
“Say it. Tell me you love me too, Bishop.” Our lips brush and the now familiar feeling of my heart sparking to life charges through me.
“I love you too, Anais,” I finally admit and crash my mouth against hers.
She jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around me, my hard cock the only thing between us. She climbs higher in my hold until my head faces up to meet hers. Our kiss turns ravenous and I can’t get enough of her. I want to pull her into my lungs so that I breathe her. I want her to live in me, be the one who keeps me alive, and do the same for her.
Her nails scratch my head and my fingers dig into her luscious ass. They wander to her wet, slick slit and glide up and down. The vibration of her moan sends a signal straight to my dick and he can’t wait any longer.
I wrap one arm around her small waist and hold tight as I grip the base of my dick and slide the head through her seam before plunging deep inside.
“Fuck,” I groan, my forehead resting against hers when I feel her bare, tight pussy suck me in.
She whines and drops her head into the crook of my neck as her hands slide over my shoulders and drape down my back. Her nails tickle me when they scrape, but nothing could distract away from how phenomenal she feels right now.
I press her back against the cold tiled wall and begin to move in and out of her, gently at first then harder with each pump. Her arms crawl thewall, searching for purchase as she slides now that my thrusts come faster and with more force.
“Oh god. Don’t stop,” she begs as the water pounds against my back.
“Never,” I reassure her.
Harder, faster, deeper, my thrusts are punishing but I can’t ease up. I need to imprint her with the feel of me, the shape of me, and make sure she remembers she belongs only to me.
“Oh, oh fuck. Right th–yes. Fuck!” she screams when I take her to the place that only I ever will.
The bite of her nails into my skin has me hissing, the pain spurring me into action even more. I grip the back of her head, protecting it from crashing through the tile, and fuck her into a second orgasm.
Her body buzzes and her listless arms and legs give out. My mouth latches onto her neck and I begin to suck and bite and push closer to my release. It comes on fast, and soon I’m roaring with bliss.
I feel my dick start to empty inside of her and quickly pull out, finishing until my cum drips down her leg. She hangs limply in my arms, but I don’t release her. Instead, I grab the shower sprayer and let the jets wash away the evidence of our sex.
When the last of it falls down the drain, I gently place Anais on her feet and set about washing her clean. Her eyes stay glued to me as I run the soap over every inch of her, making sure to wash tenderly between her legs.
I turn off the water and push open the shower door, sticking my hand out and grabbing the two fluffy towels that hang from when we last showered together, just yesterday. We seem to find ourselves standing under the warm spray of this shower quite a bit. Something about the trickling water makes my girl wanton.
We step out onto the bathmat and I pick her up, setting her down on the counter facing me. I reach into a drawer and take hold of a wide tooth comb, then run it through her long tangled tresses.
