THIRD PERSON POV
Before she could respond, his mouth claimed her breasts again. This time, there was nothing soft about it. He sucked her n****e hard, drawing a strangled cry from her as his teeth scraped gently over the tender peak. His other hand anchored her hip against the slick tile wall, keeping her from slipping as his mouth switched from one breast to the other, devouring her like a man starved.
Her back arched, chest pressed into him, but the shock hit when his free hand slid lower. His fingers slipped between her thighs, already slick and hot under the shower’s downpour. Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers inside her folds, stretching her open with a slow, deliberate thrust.
Sara’s cry bounced off the tiled walls. Her hips bucked against his hand instinctively, chasin
