thing I’ve always loved about Mack Cruz is you never have to ask him twice. His calloused hands cup my breasts, his skilled fingers pinching my nipples. Waves of pleasure sweep through me as I reach out and slip a finger into the waistband of his wet boxer briefs. Mack’s free hand glides along my side and slips behind my back until it settles on my ass.
I can’t help but smirk up at him. “You’ve always been an ass man.”
He lets out a snort. “True, but I believe it’s more accurate to say I’ve always been a Lena man.”
And then he kisses me, hard and fast. Our hands are everywhere, our bodies starting to speak to one another. He lifts me easily, my legs snaking around his waist. The movement causes glorious friction of his erection right where I need it. My pussy throbs, each thrust of his hips bringing me closer and closer to release, and he’s still wearing his underwear. “I can’t…I need…” I gasp, unable to process a complete sentence.
Mack stops moving, his eyes meeting mine. “Are you sure?”
I’m already nodding my head before he’s even finished asking. “Yes.”
He swallows hard, the water hitting his chest and splattering on his face. “I don’t have any protection with me,” he confesses, the regret flashing across his gorgeous face.
“I’m on the pill still,” I reassure.
He watches me for a few long seconds. “Are you sure? We can wait,” he says, his voice thick and heavy, as if it’s painful for him to speak those words.
“I’m clean, Mack. I promise.”
“Me too, Lean. I swear.”
I wiggle against his cock. “I trust you.”
That’s all it takes. He reaches below and pushes down his boxer briefs without dropping me in the process. He moves to pin me against the side wall where the water hits his back, his underwear stuck around his thighs, and his lips claiming mine as he goes. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding myself up as his hands grip my ass. His cock slides along my clit, a combination of a gasp and a moan pulled from my lungs.
He lines us up, rips his lips from mine, and meets my gaze. I know what he’s asking without him saying a word, and my response is a nod. Slowly, he starts to enter me, the stretch very real and causing the slightest discomfort. God, I forgot how big this man is. A hiss slips from my lips, causing him to pause.
Mack bends down, his lips grazing against mine, slow and seductive, and I feel myself relax against him. He gently pulls out until only the head of his cock remains, and the moment I think he’s changed his mind, he thrusts—hard—burying himself completely inside of me. I gasp, but not from pain, from the fullness. The sense of completion.
With the water pelting his back, Mack moves his hips and all I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride. The sound of our skin slapping fills the small space as he moves one hand around from my ass to my chest. He slides it up to my neck, his thumb grazing over the pulse point in my neck. I’m sure he can feel it jackhammer.
My body starts to tighten around him, my internal muscles gripping his shaft like a vise. With each thrust, I feel him hit that magical place deep inside me as he grinds against my swollen clit. He keeps a steady pace, stroke after stroke, taking us to the release we both crave. His hands slide in my hair. With a slight tug, he exposes my neck, his lips descending. First he sucks my sensitive skin, then skims his teeth over it, and that’s when I feel my orgasm begin.
It starts deep in my stomach and screams through my limbs and throat. Mack silences me with his mouth, swallowing my orgasm with his kisses. I can feel when his own release begins. He thrusts his hips hard before stilling, buried deep inside of me, my muscles pulsing around him. I cry out again as he presses me hard into the wall, mumbling something I can’t hear against my neck.
I’m grateful to not be standing right now. My body is completely boneless, and I wasn’t the one doing any of the work.
Sliding my hands into his hair, I just breathe him in, committing this moment to memory. The feel of his skin against mine, the way his heavy breathing weighs on my neck, even the