What Men Want - Chapter 15

The moon spilled its silvery glow into the room, encasing it in magic.

The doorknob started slowly turning, and an ominous shadow entered the moon’s sanctuary.

His eyes dilated in surprise seeing the bed was empty, the covers thrown to the floor. Why wasn’t she sleeping? Where was she at such an ungodly hour? Then his fine ears caught a faint sound of spraying water. His lips extended into a predatory smile, his teeth flashing in the darkness. She was in the shower. And it was a well-known fact that people never showered in their clothes.

Licking his lips, he moved to her bathroom door, his gaze running over the sliver of light filtering underneath it. Turning the doorknob, he slowly opened the door, letting the light spill into the dark room. Soon, the light died once again as he softly closed the door behind his back.

She turned her face up into the water spray, her lips parting on a contented sigh. This night has been even hotter than the previous ones, the air heavy...Her skin had turned clammy the instant her body touched the bed. After what seemed hours of tossing and turning, she’d finally thrown the sheet onto the floor, peeled the soaked T-shirt off her body, and hopped under the shower.

Mmmm...It felt good standing under the lukewarm water, feeling it wash away the salty patina from her skin.

The fine hairs at the back of her neck stood on end, and a shiver ran the length of her spine. Something was wrong!

Before she could turn, scream, or do anything more than just stand there under the shower in all her naked glory, another body squeezed itself into the stall behind her, forcing her to take a step forward, right under the water spray.

As the water hit her face full force, she noticed three things. She recognized the body behind her; it was a male body, and it was naked. Stark naked and...ehm ...happy.

His strong arms circled her waist, and he pulled her back against him, burrowing his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her feminine scent. He trailed tiny kisses over the delicate shape of her ear and followed the trickling drops of water down her neck and to her shoulder with his tongue.

As he nipped at her skin, she shivered. Her head fell back, leaning on his sternum as she parted her lips on a moan.

The sound rippled into his groin. Lifting his head, he cupped her jaw, turned her head, and kissed her, deep and long, grinding himself against her. He nipped at her wet, lush lips, tasting her with slow, firm pulls. He pushed her forward, one hand at her waist keeping her pressed back to him, the other on her chin, pressing her against the tiled wall.

She gasped, bracing her palms against the cold tiles.

He needed to be inside her. Running his palm down over her buttocks, he cupped her intimately between her legs.

She jerked and arched her delicate spine on a hiss.

He smiled with dark satisfaction. Lifting her hips, he repositioned her the way he wanted her. Nudging her legs apart with his knee, he stepped between them, pinning her helplessly, trapping her between his big body and the wall.

With her legs spread on either side of his thighs, he could keep them wide apart, her bottom up-thrust, her folds exposed. In her prone stance, she could only take what he was about to give her. Not control it, not even if she wanted to.

She gasped as she felt him step between her legs. She was so wet and ready for him! She couldn’t have moved if her life depended on it, and she’d never been so painfully turned on as she was in that moment, helplessly pressed against the wall and spread for him like this.

He pulled her upper body slightly away from the wall, granting himself access to her breasts. He cupped and kneaded, pinching and tugging her nipples to hard peaks before stretching her hands above her head and pressing her firmly forward, flush to the wall, pillowing her breasts against it.

Her nipples burned against the cold tiles. She grabbed blindly at the showerhead above her.

One of his big hands closed on the nape of her neck as he pressed her cheek to the wall, keeping her still. He slid his other hand between her legs and began parting her slick folds.

She mewled helplessly. She waited, lower lip caught between her teeth for that first, burning hot thrust...

Her whole body convulsed when the hard, thick head of his cock prodded against her with insistent, delicious friction. He rubbed back and forth in her creamy heat, spreading the erotic slickness on him, on her. She twitched, desperate for him to push inside her, to soothe her, to release the unbearable tension in her body.

His hold on her head tightened, stilling her.

She gasped, trying to press back with her bottom, but she was unable to move even that much, the way he was holding her, pinning her against the wall.

His laughter was dark, erotic as he guided himself between her sleek, swollen labia. Torturing her, stopping, poised at her entrance.

She wailed in protest.

He began to feed himself into her slowly.

She clenched at the showerhead, gripping it so hard she feared she might pull it clean out of the wall. He was so big, so thick. Her inner muscles tensed. She squirmed.

He pushed forward in a smooth, even thrust.

She hissed.

Gripping her hips with his big hands, he began to impale her slowly, inch by mind-blowing, delicious inch. Relentlessly, he usurped every nook and cranny her body ceded.

She cried out in ecstasy.

He pushed yet more of himself in, stretching her, filling her, long and thick and hard.

She whimpered.

With one final, strong push, he thrust himself in to the hilt, the fine hairs on his muscular thighs rasping against her silky bottom, and she cried out from the fullness of it. It was pain yet pleasure; it was too much, yet exactly right. She was full of him, part of him, her body melting around him, adhering to him, making them one. It was raw, it was fierce, and it was incredible.

Then he began moving! Easing out, inch by incredible inch, leaving her hot and empty and aching...Filling her back up just as slowly, driving himself into her sleek heat.

He stared at her erotically arched spine, the paler skin of her full breasts crushed against the wall, the generous plump mounds spilling out the sides, her small, dainty hands stretched above her head, fingers clutching the showerhead, her lush, sweet bottom thrusting up to meet him, he watched himself pump into her. It was the most exquisite, sensual sight he’d ever seen.

He wanted to give her so much pleasure that each time she looked at him, her body would remember what he could make her feel and begin hungering it. He wanted to be her every sexual fantasy.

He slipped one hand in front of her, between her mound and the wall, found her silken nub with his thumb, and began playing with it, rolling the pad of his finger over it lightly, gently.

Then faster and more firmly. Then backing off again, lightly, gently rubbing slow circles all around her clit, without actually grazing it.

She released a keen cry, a long, begging moan.

He eased out of her slowly, thrusting back in powerfully. Teasing her nub with alternating slow and gentle, then frantic friction, he slid two fingers over her slick, swollen mound, pushing between her lips, to feel where they were joined, where his thick, rock-hard cock was entering her. Where they became one.

She writhed deliriously beneath his sensual assault. One of his big hands was on her behind, firmly cupping a cheek, holding her still, while the other was between her legs from the front, delicately, expertly working her clit, backing off until she was ready to scream, resuming again just when and how she needed it. She quivered uncontrollably as if being shocked by little sizzling erotic pulses.

Something started rippling in her lower abdomen. The heat, the pressure increased...