in the relationship and the guy is growing tired of waiting, but because I want to. Both for the physical gratification and for the intimate connection with another person.
I smile to myself as I tilt my head back into the warm cascade of water. Progress.
When he came and it was over, I didn’t feel the same shame I did after my first sexual experience, nor did I worry that someone else might find out or wonder what they would think if they did. For a brief period of time, I was in the moment and I’m determined not to overthink this and ruin it for myself like I have so many other things over the years. I’ll see it for what it is—a pleasing sexual experience.
Garrin’s eyes while he had his hands in my hair and was looking down at me, as if I were both his master and his slave—I’m desperate to see that look again. The area between my legs pulses and feels heavy. Though I got Garrin off, I still feel full of restless energy that needs an outlet, preferably an orgasm.
I slide my hand down my stomach and part my legs a bit, sucking in a breath when my finger spreads my lips and coasts over my clit. Yes, this is what I need. I press my finger down on my clit again and move it in circles. A moan escapes my throat as I grow closer.
A sharp rap on the door makes me jolt.
“Yes?” I call out.
“Everything okay? You’ve been in there awhile.” I hear the concern in Garrin’s voice.
Jeez, I must’ve really been in here a long time.
I think back to what I was just doing and Garrin on the other side of the door, and an idea forms.
“Actually, I need your help with something.” I grin to myself, waiting to see if he’ll take the bait.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Can you come in here for a minute?” I ask.
There’s no response for a beat. Finally, “Um… I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Garrin, I can’t figure something out in this fancy shower of yours and I need your help.”
I bite the tip of my thumb, waiting. When he doesn’t respond after a few seconds, I try a different tactic.
I stomp my foot on the shower floor. “Ouch, ow, ow, ow! Garrin, help,” I call out.
The door to the bathroom whips open and Garrin barges in, wearing just his athletic shorts. I can’t make out any details because the large glass wall of the shower is fogged up, but I see enough to know that he’s looking at me and seeing my fuzzy naked silhouette.
“What’s going on? Are you all right?” he asks, panicked.
“Not really…” I step forward toward the glass and press my naked front to it. “But I could really use some help washing my back.” My nipples pebble against the glass.
I wipe the glass in front of my eyes and watch him clench his fists at his sides while the bulge in his pants grows.
“Isla,” he practically growls. “If I come in there, I’m going to fuck you up against that wall you currently have your tits pressed to, and I won’t be gentle about it. You sure you’re ready for that?”
I have a split second of hesitation before I realize how ridiculous that is. I want to sleep with this man. I’ve wanted to for a long time.
“Garrin, you’re all talk. Come and show me.”
He pushes his shorts down, steps out of them and eats up the distance between him and the shower with powerful strides. Once he reaches the shower, I try to turn and face him, but he pushes my shoulders back against the glass.
“You stay right there and do as I say. Understand?” he growls.
I nod, gasping for breath while my insides clench.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. There’s not going to be anything pretty or poetic about it. I need to know that’s what you want.”
I nod, my cheek pressed against the cool glass while warm steam swirls around us.
He pushes his front into my back, leaning down to speak into my ear. “Give me the words, Isla.”
“Fuck me,” I say in a breathy voice, pushing back to feel the hard length of him pressed into my spine.
“Remember, you asked for it, sunshine.”
He hooks one arm under my knee and forces me to raise my leg against the glass, then teases my entrance with the head of his dick. I try to force him to