“It’s safe,” she told me and I about dropped the soap again.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
The smirk on her face told me that she was pleased with my reaction. She reached for the bar of soap and without looking, returned it to its perch on the wall.
“As long as you are clean, then yes.”
I knew she wasn’t talking about being done with the shower.
“Haven’t been with anyone since you called me. Got checked not long after.”
“So we’re good?”
I swallowed hard.
This was a big step. At least for me, it was. And I suspected that Petra wasn’t the type of person to be careless with her sexual encounters.
“We’re good,” I confirmed with a nod.
In a flash, I had her pinned against the wall. I wasn’t going to give her a second to change her mind. Fuck no. She was giving and I was fuckin’ taking.
Her legs went around my waist as her fingers went into my hair. She clung to me like she was desperate for everything I was about to give her.
Gripping my cock, I circled her entrance a few times. I wanted to make sure she was ready for me because I didn’t want to do a damn thing to mess this moment up. Then I lined myself up and pushed in to the hilt. Her hips rocked like calm waves in the ocean and I could feel her grinding her clit against me.
“This what you need?” I said low, my breath fanning over her mouth. “Need me to fuck your sweet pussy like you’ve never been fucked before?”
“God. Yes!”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
My hips worked as I pounded in and out of her. The sound of our wet skin slapping together filled the shower. It mixed with her breathy pants making the sweetest song I’d ever heard. Yeah, I said it. But it was not only a sight to see her let me take the reins, but it was also the most amazing thing to hear as well.
Her fingers curled into my hair, scratching my scalp and I knew she was close. I was barely holding on myself. I wanted to come with her and nothing was going to fuck that up. I didn’t care that the base of my spine was on fire. Or that my balls were drawing up. Or that every time I slid back into her tight heat, I felt like I was going to explode.
“Iron.” She called my name out like a chant over and over again. “I’m going to… I’m going—”
A loud, sexy, raw moan spilled from her parted lips and the moment I felt her clamp down on me, I was a damn goner. With one last hard thrust, I planted my self deep inside of her and filled her up with my cum.
And I didn’t even feel bad about it.
Petra was mine now. In every fucking way. And this… this right here told me that she’d truly accepted it.
I could have said something. I could have rubbed it in her face. Hell, I could have pushed for her to give me the words. And while I thought she might right now as she was coming down from her high, I wasn’t going to do that to her.
Once she was able to stand, I cleaned us up again.
After we’d dried off, I gave her a shirt to wear and smiled like a fool when she didn’t scoff at it. She tossed it on and walked out to my kitchen like it was a normal thing. And she padded the floors of my place like she owned it.
I heated up some leftover beef stew I’d made the day before. She happily took the bowl and sat at the bar at the end of the kitchen to eat it.
“No, babe.” I shook my head and snatched up her bowl. “We eat in here.” I walked over to the couch and set the bowls on the coffee table before I plopped my tired ass down.
“But, that’s for sitting, not for eating.”
“Here it’s for both,” I told her.
After a second, she gave in with a small shrug. She daintily sat down right beside me and leaned over to pick up her bowl. I flipped on the TV and found something I thought we both might enjoy. I couldn’t tell if she did, though, because she seemed like she was miles away as she ate her spoonfuls of stew.
I decided it was best to let her be for now. But as soon as she was done eating, we were fuckin’ talking.
