around to the front to work on the button of my jeans. It’s not easy. She’s in her own way, but I’m not dropping her. We’re fumbling and impatient. Her hands are clumsy and soft and exactly what I’ve wanted on my body for the last few years.
Years.
God. I’ve wanted her for years and I still don’t have her.
I have her in this shower and that’s it.
I feel crazed as I whisper her name and tug her dress down her chest. I unhook her bra, and she helps me take it off. It falls to the tile at our feet. My hands cup each breast, covering them until a heavy moan escapes her. I kiss her again, wanting more. I could tease and lick and kiss her all day, but I’m burning up inside and so is she.
She tightens her legs around my hips, rolling them against my hard length still encased in wet denim. A curse escapes me as she glides her hand underneath my waistline, cupping me.
Oh Maddie.
I’ve been lost.
New York City has millions of people, and not one of them is you.
She pulls away and breaks our kiss, trailing her mouth along my jaw and neck. Her hand works over me, pumping harder, and a shiver racks down my spine. Fuck it feels too good. I nearly let her continue like that and finish me off with her hand. I want that desperately, but not right now. It’ll have to wait.
I grip her wrist and still her movements. Her gaze meets mine as I slide her hand up and out of my jeans. I hitch her higher on my hips, pushing her against the wall, and then I lean back to undo the button on my jeans so I can unzip my fly. Maddie stares as the teeth of my zipper slide apart.
She’s still too clothed, but her red dress is bunched up at her waist and her panties are easy to tug to one side. I cover her with my hand, sliding up and down between her warm thighs. Water drips down my wrist, coating her. Her hands are on my shoulders and she uses them to brace herself, gripping me tighter as my finger dips inside of her.
I watch her lips fall open more the deeper my finger goes.
Her eyes flutter closed and her breathing hitches as I slide out and back in, getting her ready.
Time slows for a moment as I have her there, suspended on my hips, tight around my finger. I have her all to myself, and I don’t want to waste the opportunity.
My jeans and boxer briefs get shoved down a few inches further, just enough.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I tell her.
She holds up some of her weight, just enough to make it easy for me to guide myself inside her. A shallow inch becomes two and then she lets herself sink down onto me, slowly, slowly lowering as my world implodes.
She whimpers as I adjust her. It’s probably too much too soon. The angle and the position and the smooth tiled shower wall mean there’s no way for her to brace herself so we can do this the gentle way, but then that’s been the entire evening, hasn’t it? There’s been nothing gentle about our fight or the snowballs she pummeled me with.
I let her ride me in the shower. Water drips down her chest as she gets more comfortable, easing her thighs apart so she sinks down onto me even further.
Tight heat surrounds me. I pinch my eyes closed, trying to gather willpower. I thrust my hips and she whimpers. I focus on the sound of her breaths, the feel of her hands on my neck, the brush of her chest against mine as she leans in to tighten her hold around me. She’s off the wall now, depending on me to keep her up. My arms wrap around her waist and my heart pounds against her chest, heavy with longing.
We’re moving, meeting thrust for thrust. My arms lift her up and off me and then I start to pick up the rhythm, backing her up against the wall again, needing it for leverage so I can pump into her harder.
One hand cradles her neck. The other wraps around her waist. Her legs coil around me tighter, gripping my hips as she starts to slip. Our chests are crushed together, but I want to see more of her. I use my hand on her neck to tug