Officially Over It - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,47

he finally got to his underwear, I couldn’t force myself to look away.

He slowly pushed the boxer briefs down the length of his muscular thighs, and I groaned aloud at the sight of his hard cock, colored a deep, ruddy hue, bouncing slightly with the beat of his heart.

He was hard, and thick, and had veins standing out all over his length.

I wanted to trace each one with my lips.

Nathan had other ideas, though.

The moment that he finally stepped into the shower with me, he had me up and pressed against the freezing-ass shower tile.

I groaned and squirmed, unable to stop myself from trying to get my back away from the freezing cold wall.

In the meantime, he was lining his cock up with my entrance and slowly pushing inside.

I gasped and stopped squirming at the first press of his cock against my opening.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as he felt the resistance. “You’re so tight.”

I didn’t bother to tell him why.

He didn’t need to know that I was a complete and utter lovesick fool when it came to him.

Instead, I tightened my legs and urged him even farther inside.

“Harder,” I ordered when he slowly started to rock his hips back and forth.

He grunted out a laugh and pulled back only to snap his hips back forward and push into me so deep and far that I nearly cried out in surprise.

I didn’t, but that was only because he had his mouth pressed to mine, swallowing the scream.

My arm flailed out for something to hold onto, something to give me purchase while the man that I was in love with fucked the absolute hell out of me.

The first thing I found was the hot water knob.

I latched onto it for dear life, my fingers gripping it so tight that my fingers cracked.

“Oh, God.” My head flew backward, right into the shampoo bottles that were barely being held up by the tiny shelf above my head.

The bottle fell into the next one, then the next one, until they all went tumbling down toward the floor.

Nathan cursed, his hands tightening on my hips for a few seconds as one of the bottles landed on his toe, but just as quick he was back, stroking into me as if he probably didn’t have a broken toe to deal with now.

Nathan hitched me up higher onto the wall, only to allow my body to fall back down a second later, this time giving me even more of his length.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, my head going forward to rest on his muscular shoulder.

The new angle allowed him to slip just a tiny bit deeper, and his next thrust came into contact with my cervix, sending a zing of surprise and discomfort through me.

He felt my change and slowed, the next thrust not going as deep.

I curled my free arm around his neck and turned my head so that I could bite down on his neck.

He jolted, grinding his cock into me in reaction to my mouth and tongue now running up and down the cord of his neck.

The new, grinding action sent my nerves to singing, thrumming to the tune of a beat that Nathan was causing my body to sing to.

“You feel like a hot, wet fist around my cock,” he said. “So.” He thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Responsive.”

Each thrust was punctuated with a twist of his hips. A grinding press of his hips as he pulled mine down, getting deep without the sudden, jarring jolt of a thrust.

Whatever it was that he was doing was working, too.

I could feel my orgasm building by the second.

Thrust. Grind. Thrust. Grind.

Over and over he did this until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Latching onto his neck with my teeth, I moaned and tilted my hips just so. On his next grind and thrust, it sent me flying.

My orgasm burst over me. A burst of a cannon firing wouldn’t be an exaggeration to how it felt. One second, I was just a normal woman. The next, I realized that the feeling that Nathan had just invoked from me would never be recreated or topped by anyone else ever again. Nathan could do things to me that I couldn’t even accomplish myself.

The hand that was on the hot water crank twitched and turned.

Nathan hissed and started to come, his cock twitching inside of me as he released himself in hot, long pulses.

That’s when the hot water heater started to kick in and hit Nathan’s back.

He cursed and bailed out of