Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 505

He stepped out of his trousers and his boxers and kicked them aside, and then there was nothing between us but water and steam and the heat of his skin against mine, his cock pressing against my stomach, and I wanted him so badly I could taste it.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, and he was already thick and heavy in my palm, and he let out a rough sound and dropped his forehead to my shoulder while I stroked him, slow and firm, from root to tip, feeling him swell and harden under my fingers.

"Celeste," he said, half a warning.

"Hmm?"

"If you keep doing that, this is going to end before it starts."

"Then maybe you should do something about it."

He did. He spun me around and pressed me against the cool tile of the shower wall, and the contrast of the cold stone against my hot skin made me gasp. His mouth found the side of my neck, then my shoulder, and his hands came around my front and cupped my breasts, his thumbs dragging across my nipples until they were pebbled and aching, and I pressed back against him and felt his cock slide along the cleft of my ass, slick with water, and I moaned.

One of his hands travelled down my stomach, slow, deliberate, and when his fingers reached the wet heat between my legs he made a sound like he had been waiting all day for exactly this.

"You are wet," he murmured against my ear.

"That is your fault."

"I accept full responsibility."

He moved. He pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside me and then slammed back in, deep and hard, and the tile bit into my palms and I did not care. He set a rhythm, fast and punishing, his hips slapping against mine, and every stroke drove him deeper into my slick, clenching pussy until I could not tell where I ended and he began. I reached back and dug my fingers into his hip, pulling him harder, and he groaned and bent over me, his chest against my back, his mouth on my ear.

"You feel so good," he said, his voice wrecked. "So tight and wet and perfect. I could fuck you like this forever."

"Then do it. Do not stop."

His hand snaked around my front and found my clit again, and that was it. That was the end of my composure. He fucked me hard against that wall with his fingers working my clit in tight circles, and the pleasure built in my belly like a coil winding tighter and tighter, and I heard myself begging, nonsense words, his name over and over, and he drove into me and drove into me until the coil snapped and I came apart on his cock, my whole body clenching around him, the orgasm ripping through me in wave after wave.

He followed me over the edge with a broken groan, slamming into me one last time and burying himself to the hilt, and I felt him come inside me, hot and pulsing, and he held me there, shaking, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, until the water started to run cold.