Look, I understand that this man just rocked my world six ways from Sunday, but that doesn’t mean I’m a pillow princess. I mean, he was doing that whole “I am man, hear me roar” bit, and I just let him run with it. Who was I to stop him from taking me to pleasure townthree freaking times? But a pillow princess I am not. I may be the one walking with a limp up the stairs on the way to the bathroom, but I’ll be damned if this man thinks he’s the only one who can turn up in the bedroom.
Tony turns on the shower and keeps his hand under the running water until he’s satisfied with the temperature. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”
I huff and wave him off. “What? Of course not.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, so did you manage to sprain your ankle or something on the way up the stairs? You seem to be leaning all your weight on one foot.”
Smartass.
I roll my eyes and walk past him. I pick up a hair clip and secure my hair before stepping into the hot shower.
The water feels so good over my sensitive body. I think I’m still having aftershocks as the water cascades to where Tony was buried deep inside me.
I reach for the cherry scented body wash I always use, but Tony grabs it instead. “Let me,” he whispers into my ear from behind me.
He squeezes a generous amount into his large hand and goes to work, applying it all over my body, all the way down to my toes. We’re quiet as he slowly takes a self-guided tour of my body, only slowing when he’s caressing my breasts or my pussy. I lean back into his chest, feeling his breath on my neck, his cock nudging my ass.
I can’t believe how quickly my need to have him inside me is awakened, and before I know it, I’m reaching behind me and stroking his length as he plays with my nipples.
“Nikki…” He groans. “I don’t have another condom on me. And I’m not letting you get on your knees on a tile floor.”
What a gentleman.
I turn my head, and I see the lethal desire in his eyes. It must mirror my own, because one of his hands abandons a breast and runs down my body, surely to provide me with some relief, but I stop him. “Tony, I’m…” I bite my lip, not knowing how to voice what I want.
“What do you need, baby?”
“I-I’m on birth control. And I got tested recently, and I’m… you know… all clear. But we don’t—”
“Are you asking me to fuck you bare, Nikki?” His voice turns gravelly.
“No… yes… but only if you’re comfortable with it. It’s just that I’ve never done it without… you know… a condom. And I trust you. But again, only if—”
Oof.
I’m in Tony’s arms and pinned against the shower wall in an instant. My legs automatically wrap around his hips. He leans down so his eyes are level with mine. “I’ve never done this without one either. And I’m also all clear. I can even show you the results of my last test. They’re in my email.” He takes a fortifying breath, preparing himself for his next words. “But if we do this, Nikki, I hope you understand that I’m branding you from the inside. And there will be no going back. I don’t care if I sound like a caveman, or if this comes off as macho.” His caramel eyes go dark as his voice drops to a sinful whisper. “You do this to me.” He thrusts his erection between my folds, and I almost come undone by the lack of a barrier. “You make me fucking feral. And if you let me fuck you raw, there is no place on earth you could hide from me where I wouldn’t find you, corazón. Understood?”
Hide? Why on earth would I try to hide from this man? I made that mistake once. I’ll never allow myself, or anyone else for that matter, to stand between us. Does he have no clue that I’m so far gone for him that I’m a lost cause? Does he not notice how my body and heart respond to his?
I don’t even realize that my body has begun rocking against his length until he asks me one more time.
“Understood?”
His roughness has me ready to shoutyes, but then I remember the one nickname he’s given me that I don’t love.Pillow princess. If we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it on my terms.
“Put me down.” I smile teasingly.
Tony’s brow furrows in confusion as he gently sets me on my feet.
I place my hand on his chest. “Now go sit your ass on that bench and let me ride you.”
He throws his head back and releases a dark chuckle. “You think you can ride me,pillow princess?”
Oh, the fucker knows he’s taunting me. Luckily for him, it’s also turning me on. “Do I need to repeat myself,mi amor?”
Yeah, don’t think I didn’t notice him go wild the moment he heard me speak Spanish in bed earlier. He may have memorized every inch of my body, but I’m a fast learner, and I know what turns him on.
He steps back from the overhead spray, hungry eyes on me as he sits on the bench that runs along the massive shower. I take a minute to admire his naked physique. Broad shoulders that lead down to his toned abs and thick, muscular thighs. And right between his legs lies his most formidable body part, with the power to wreak havoc on my body.
