Without me saying any more, he knows exactly what I need.
Pulling his fingers out of me, he lifts his hands and swipes his soaked fingers across my lips, coating them with my wetness.
I lick my lips and he growls at me before swooping down and covering my mouth with his as he hungrily kisses me as if he's eager to get a taste as well before it disappears.
His hands grip my thighs, lifting me up, and I wedge a hand between us both until it reaches his slick cock and I guide him inside of me.
Both of our lips part, and unexplainable noises pour out of our mouths as he slowly lowers me onto his dick, inch by inch, filling me up until I'm a whimpering mess.
"Fuck!" he roars, resting his head against mine, his eyes glued between us as he looks down to where we're connected.
His dick throbs inside me, and I clench around him, sending a shiver through both of our bodies.
When he makes no effort to move just yet, I dig my fingers into his back, lock my ankles together behind him and lift myself up before dropping back down, forcing his dick further inside me.
"Oh, fuck," I shout, my voice mixed with pleasure and pain.
His hands slip to my arse, gripping each cheek so that he can lift me up again, and this time, as he slams his dick inside me, sparks explode in my vision.
"More," I plead, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his body tight against mine.
We both frantically paw at each other as we somehow move in sync at the perfect rhythm.
His hands slide over my body, gripping every inch of me as he slams his dick inside of me, over and over again.
I thread my fingers through his hair, and rake my nails down his back, adding a bite of pain to the mix, and when his hips stutter and his grip on me grows tighter, I grin.
"I knew you liked that."
"No pain, no pleasure," he grunts, lowering his head until he catches my nipple in his mouth and bites down on it.
When my inner walls clench around him, he smirks.
"I need more," I whine, arching my back and trying to press my clit against him, but his hand crashes against my arse, the sound of the slap echoing through the room.
"Hop down and face the wall," he demands.
My brows raise in surprise at his tone, but I immediately obey him, allowing him to lift me off his dick.
As soon as my feet touch the floor, I spin my body around and his hand pushes against the centre of my back until my face, and my chest are pressed against the cold tile, my back arched, pushing my arse out towards him with my legs spread wide.
His hands run down the length of my body at an agonizingly slow pace.
"This is a sight to behold," he says, as one of his hands grasp my hip, holding me in place, while the other one slithers back up my body until his fingers are kneading the skin at the back of my neck.
He grabs a fistful of my hair, and tugs my head back, angling my face to the side so that I'm forced to look at him over my shoulder.
When I see the wicked smile on his face, my breath catches in my throat, and an exciting tremor tingles down my spine.
His tongue runs along his bottom lip as his eyes break away from mine and graze over my body until he's staring down at where his dickis resting against my pussy, probably drenched by both the water that's raining down on us, and also from my excitement.
Sucking his lip into his mouth, he bends his knees slightly until the tip of his dick is prodding at my entrance, and as his eyes flick back up to mine, he pushes his hips forward, burying himself inside me.
He uses the grip he has on my hip to guide us back and forth and my eyes fall shut as my mouth drops open, lost in the ecstasy of the feeling of his dick moving inside of me, hitting pleasurable points I never even knew existed.
He tugs my head back with the hand wrapped in my hair, and he pulls me back wards until I'm standing on my tiptoes with my back flush against his chest, his lips against my neck, and the water from the shower spraying over my face.
"Fuck, baby. If I knew you'd take me this well, I would've folded when we were still in the hospital," he mutters, lapping at the water dripping down my neck as he continues thrusting inside of me at a languid pace, building up the pressure that's growing in my stomach. "You're perfect, you know that, right?"
