He pushed out a bit of toothpaste over the tip of my finger and brought it to his mouth.

I giggled – fucking giggled – when he started using it as a toothbrush. He rubbed the pad of my finger up and down his front teeth, looking hilariously serious down at me with a twinkle in his eye.

“You’ve got perfect teeth,” I remarked as he then rubbed my finger against his tongue. I laughed nonstop, and it suddenly occurred to me that he was most likely doing this to loosen me up. It was working.

“So do you,” he replied, running the thumb of his free hand along my lower lip. “Beautiful smile.”

“No, my teeth aren’t perfect,” I rebutted. They were far from perfect. My lateral incisors clashed with my squared front teeth, making them appear pointed and far from straight. I used to get told the way they looked when I smiled was “charming.” In other words, you look goofy, but it strangely suits you.

He took my finger out and rinsed his mouth before giving me a wide grin.

Feeling comfortable and in the moment, I reacted out of impulsive and brought my arms up and around his neck. I pressed my chest against his and stared up at him. He didn’t look surprised by my abrupt move, instantly embracing it. An arm went around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I was fully under the spray with him when he brought his face down to mine and kissed me.

“You have sexy lips,” he murmured, flicking his tongue along them. “They beg to be ravaged.”

“So ravage them,” I told him with a smile.

He did. God, he kissed me like it meant something to him. Either I did in a short amount of time (unlikely), or he was just a phenomenal kisser (most likely).

It was only seconds later when I felt him hardening. It was hard to believe I was really doing this to him. I loved it. I felt so desired and sexy.

My breaths quickened as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He tasted good. Nice and minty. His hand gripped my hair as the other roamed my back. Up and down before he pulled away from my mouth and turned me abruptly around.

With my back to him, he said, “Turn your head to me.”

I crooked my head to the side and his mouth found mine. He pulled my back flush against his chest and ran his hand down my body, stopping along the way to cup my breast. When he squeezed it, I moaned breathlessly into his mouth. My whole body was alive and sensitive of every touch. The sickness had long faded into black. I was all feeling and little thinking.

His other hand trailed down my side and cupped me between the thighs. He kissed me harder, sucking on my lower lip as his hard length prodded my back. I shivered against him, even though I was burning from the heat of the water and his hot flesh.

His fingers moved between my slick folds and I shook, barely able to reciprocate the kiss he was passionately giving me. He stroked me gently and I panted into his mouth. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the sparks below. I felt like a firework on the verge of exploding.

“That’s it,” he murmured in my ear. “I can feel you tightening. I can feel you about to come. I’m going to fuck you after you do, so hurry the hell up, beauty, because I’m not sure how much more waiting I can take.”

I groaned at his words. This man’s voice alone was sex.

I tensed as he quickened the pace and sucked in a breath when the explosion finally erupted. I sagged against him, feeling the exquisite tingles run up and down my body, weakening my legs until I could hardly stand.

Even long after I caught my breath, his hand was still cupped in the same spot. Not stroking. Not moving. Just touching.

Finally, his kisses rained down my neck and along my shoulder. He bent me forward, until my forehead was against the glass and gripped my hips with each of his large hands.

“There won’t be anything gentle about this,” he told me in a hard tone, contradicting the gentleness moments ago.

I nodded.

At least I think I did.

I was still lost to the world in my orgasm induced haze when I was unexpectedly jolted back. His cock slammed into me. Stretching me. Filling me. Making me gasp out.

A hand ran up my wet spine, collecting my hair into a knotted ball in his fist. He moved out of me slowly, but not a second passed before he pulled me back to him. I cried out suddenly, pressing each hand flat against the glass. Trying to grip something but failing, my body could do nothing but bend to him and let him take me how he wanted.

He moved into me with savage depth, and I startled every time. He was big, hitting the end of my channel with every thrust. At first, I shut my eyes and tried to focus on just riding this out. It hurt.

It bloody hurt a lot.

But I didn’t want to rob him of his pleasure. He gave me a mind blowing orgasm after all, and it was his turn now.

Plus the intensity of the pain was muted by the sounds he was making. They started out low at first, just a small guttural noise at the back of his throat. But the more he moved into me and the faster he went, those noises grew louder. They turned into grunts and soft curses. Hearing it was like an aphrodisiac. It woke up the tingles that had been laid to rest. The sparks ignited again, and I dropped my face so that it was the top of my head against the glass, and I just felt.

I felt it all.

He filled me up so completely. He moved in so deep. And every time he pulled out, he touched something inside my walls that had me gasping in pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” I found myself saying. “Please don’t.” Whatever he was doing, it was working. He was triggering something, rubbing some kind of nerve inside of me that was edging me closer to another explosion.

“Oh, my God, please.” I couldn’t stop begging him. Completely stripped of my former modesty, I cried out louder and met his thrusts every time he pulled out.

He tugged my hair sharply, and it was both painful and addictive. The kind of sensation that seemed to compliment the stir of ecstasy building inside of me.

“Fuck,” he cursed again, moving faster and harder. I came, and the feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It knocked me breathless.

It didn’t take him long before he froze behind me, digging his fingernails into my hip, tugging on my hair so harshly I was sure strands were torn out. The moan – oh, my God, that moan – came out of his mouth like a soft caress in the air.

Oh, I was fucked.

With a dick like that, and a voice like his, and a body that perfect – I was fucked.

He brought me to him again, and wrapped me into his arms. We caught our breaths in each other’s hold, and I didn’t want the moment to end. Ever.