Chapter 64: Inside Her ***
The shower had made everything louder – the slap of wet skin and even her little moans echoing off the tile, the constant rush of water hitting the floor.
Steam filled the stall so thick that he could barely even see the door anymore. It felt a bit like the whole world had shrunk down to just this: hot water, slick bodies, her ass pressing back against him every time he thrust his fingers deeper.
When she started trembling, legs shaking, he pulled his hand away.
Sophie whined, actual frustration in the sound. "Don’t stop – "
"I’m not." He rinsed the soap off his hands, then positioned himself right behind her.
One hand on her hip, the other guiding his cock – still half-hard from before but getting there fast again from the sight of her like this, bent over, water streaming down her back, ass up and waiting.
He rubbed the head along her pussy, teasing, then pushed in slow.
The first inch made her moan loud. By the time he bottomed out, buried to the hilt, she was panting, forehead pressed to the cool tile. The water made it feel completely different – slick, smooth, no friction except the tight heat of her clenching around him.
He stayed there for a second, letting her adjust, hands running up her sides, feeling the way the water beaded on her skin.
Then he started moving.
He wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t the couch, wasn’t the counter. This was primal, claiming, exactly what he’d been holding back for.
He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in hard, hips snapping forward so the wet slap of skin on skin cut right through the sound of the shower. Sophie cried out, pushing back to meet him, ass rippling with every thrust.
"Fuck – yes – harder," she gasped, voice breaking.
Ryan gripped her hips tighter, water sluicing down his chest and over her back as he fucked her deep and steady.
The angle was perfect – doggy in the shower, her bent forward, legs spread, heels still on so she was the exact right height. Every thrust made her tits bounce, water flying off them.
He reached around and found her clit, rubbing fast circles with soapy fingers while he pounded into her, and her moans turned into something louder, more desperate.
"That’s it, Sophie," he growled, leaning over her so his chest pressed to her back, mouth right at her ear. "Take it. Take every fucking inch like the good girl you are. You feel how deep I am? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?"
"Yes – God, Ryan – yours – fuck – "
The water made everything slippery, almost too slick, but it let him go harder, faster, hips snapping with wet, filthy sounds that echoed around them.
Steam curled thick between their bodies. He straightened up, one hand fisting in her wet hair, pulling her head back just enough to arch her spine deeper. The new angle made her cry out, pussy clenching around him like she was already close.
He slapped her ass once, hard, the sound cracking loud even over the water. She jerked, moaning louder, pushing back for more. He did it again, then again, watching the pink bloom under the streaming water while he kept railing her.
"You’re gonna come for me like this," he told her, voice rough. "Right here, bent over in my shower, dripping everywhere. Come on my cock, Sophie. Show me how bad you needed this."
She shattered hard – legs shaking, a loud, broken moan ripping out of her that the water couldn’t quite drown out.
Her pussy pulsed around him in tight, rhythmic waves, soaking his cock even more. Ryan fucked her through it, not slowing, drawing it out until she was gasping and trembling and pushing back like she wanted more even while she was coming.
But he wasn’t done.
He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted one of her legs, pinning it to the tile wall so she was open for him again. Standing now, face to face, water pouring over both of them.
He slid back inside in one smooth thrust, deeper this way, and started fucking her like that – hard, energetic, hips snapping up while he held her steady.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders, tits pressed slick and slippery against his chest.
"Again," he said against her mouth, kissing her messy and wet. "Come again. I want to feel it while I’m buried in you."
Sophie nodded frantically, moaning into his mouth as he pounded up into her. The shower kept going, hot and relentless, steam so thick it felt like they were in their own little world.
Her second orgasm hit faster, harder – she cried out his name, body locking up around him, pussy milking him so tight he had to grit his teeth to hold on.
Only then did he let himself go.
He buried himself deep, hips stuttering, and came with a low groan, filling her while the water washed over them both.
Pulse after pulse, hot and thick, mixing with the slick mess already between her thighs.
He kept thrusting through it, shallow and greedy, until every drop was inside her and she was whimpering softly against his neck.
They stayed like that for a long minute – water still pounding down, steam swirling, bodies locked together under the spray.
Ryan kissed her slow, deep, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other held her leg up. Sophie was boneless against him, smiling that small, satisfied smile he loved.
"Clean enough?" he asked, voice low and teasing.
She laughed, weak and happy, nipping at his bottom lip. "For now. But you’re gonna have to carry me out of here. My legs don’t work."
He shut the water off, wrapped her in a towel, and did exactly that – lifting her again, carrying her back toward the bedroom while the steam followed them out into the cooler air.
The morning wasn’t over. Not yet.