Chapter 1
The steam still clings to the mirror when I step through the doorway, eyes locked on Claudia standing there bare and naked, towel lying down at your feet. Your skin is flushed from the hot water, nipples already hard and begging, and the way your chest rises tells me your heart is beating just as hard as mine. I don’t speak at first; I let my gaze drag down your body slowly, deliberately, drinking in every curve I’ve missed for weeks. My cock twitches, thickening visibly under your stare, and when you bite your lower lip like that soft, needy I feel for you.
I close the distance in two strides, water already running again, warm shower rain cascading over us both as I crowd you against the cool tiles. My hands find your hips first, gripping hard enough to leave faint marks, pulling you flush so my erection presses insistently against your lower belly. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve pictured exactly this,” I growl against your ear, voice rough with want. One palm slides up to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head so I can claim your mouth deep, filthy kisses, tongue stroking yours like I’m already fucking you with it. My other hand roams lower, fingers dipping between your thighs to find you soaked, not just from the shower. I groan into your mouth when I feel how slick and swollen you are, circling your clit with slow, teasing pressure until your hips jerk and a desperate little whimper escapes you.
I don’t tease for long. I lift one of your thighs, hooking it over my forearm so you’re spread open for me, your pussy glisten not just from the water. I notch the swollen head of my cock at your entrance and thrust in hard, one brutal stroke that buries me balls-deep. You cry out, sharp and needy, nails clawing at my shoulders as your tight walls flutter and grip me like a fist. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” I rub against your neck, biting down on the soft skin there while I start to move long, punishing strokes that slap wetly between our bodies every time I bottom out.
The water pounds down on us as I fuck you against the wall, relentless, hips snapping forward so the head of my cock grinds against that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake. Your moans echo off the tiles, getting louder, more desperate with every thrust. I slide one hand between us, thumb finding your clit and rubbing fast, messy circles while I pound into you. “Come on, baby,” I growl, voice wrecked, “squeeze my cock let me feel how bad you need it.” You shatter almost immediately back bowing, a broken sob tearing from your throat as your pussy clamps down so hard it drags a guttural groan out of me. I don’t stop. I fuck you through it, chasing my own edge, until the pressure snaps and I slam in deep, coming with a rough curse, flooding you with thick, hot spurts while your walls milk every last drop.
When the aftershocks finally ease, I’m still half-hard inside you. I ease out slowly, watching my cum leak down your inner thighs before the shower washes it away. I turn off the water, grab you by the waist and lift you against my chest, your legs wrap around me automatically, slick bodies sliding together. I carry you dripping wet out of the bathroom, not bothering with towels. The cool air hits your skin and makes your nipples tighten even more; I feel them drag against my chest as I stride straight to the bedroom.
I don’t set you down gently. I throw you onto the mattress, naked and glistening, your hair fanned out dark and wet across the sheets. You land on your back with a soft bounce, legs instinctively parting, eyes locked on mine hungry, daring. I crawl over you, caging you with my arms, and kiss you filthy, tongue deep, tasting shower water and lust. Then I flip you onto your stomach, yank your hips up so your ass is high, face pressed to the pillow. “Spread wider,” I order, and you do, knees sliding apart, offering yourself completely.
I slam back inside you from behind in one rough thrust, making you gasp into the sheets. Doggy first, hard, fast, my hands bruising your hips as I pull you back onto my cock over and over. The wet slap of skin fills the room, your moans muffled until I fist your hair and tug your head back so I can hear every filthy sound you make. “Tell me whose cock you’re taking,” I growl. “Yours Dave fuckkk, yours,” you pant, voice shaking. I reach under to pinch and roll your nipples, then slap your ass once sharp, stinging watching the flesh jiggle before I drive in deeper.
I pull out, flip you again this time onto your back, legs shoved up over my shoulders so I can fold you in half. Missionary but filthy: I pin your wrists above your head with one hand, the other braced beside you as I pound down into you, watching your tits bounce with every brutal thrust. Your eyes roll back, mouth open in a constant stream of pleas screaming “harder, please, don’t stop do it fast” and I give it to you, hips snapping so hard the headboard bangs the wall.
Then I sit back over, pull you up into my lap cowgirl, but I control it. Hands on your ass, I lift and drop you onto my cock, making you ride me while I thrust up to meet you. Your clit grinds against my pelvis every time you sink down; I can feel you getting close again, thighs trembling. “Rub it,” I command, and your fingers run down to your clit, circling round while I fuck up into you. You come screaming this time whole body seizing, pussy spasming so violently I almost lose it. I flip us once more, pinning you beneath me, and chase my own release with short, ruthless thrusts until I bury myself deep and come again groaning your name as I empty inside you, pulse after pulse, until we’re both shaking and spent.
I collapse half on top of you, still inside, both of us panting, slick with sweat and each other. After a long minute I ease out, roll to the side and pull you into my arms—your head tucked under my chin, legs tangled with mine. The room smells like sex and us. I kiss your damp forehead, then your mouth slow, tender now.
“You’re mine, Claudia,” I murmur against your lips, voice rough but soft. “Every inch. Every moan. Don’t ever forget it.”
You smile, sleepy and sated, fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. “I never do,” you whisper. “And you’re mine too, Dave. Always.”
I tighten my hold, breathing you in, feeling the steady beat of your heart against mine. Outside, the world is quiet. Inside this secret house, it’s just us tangled, marked, completely wrecked and completely whole. We fall asleep like that, wrapped in each other, already dreaming of the next time I’ll make you scream my name.
