Noah’s POV
The shower pouf drops to the floor of the shower, replaced by my hand, my fingers wrapping around my length in a firm grip as I slowly drag my palm upward and then back down again.
Daisy’s face comes immediately to my mind, her dark eyes half closed as she lay beneath me. I can feel her body arch into mine as I slide between her folds, her tight heat wrapping around me like silk sheets.
My mind shifts from that night to now, now she’s here, in the shower with me, her back to me as I crowd against her, pressing my hard on between her cheeks as she moans softly.
I reach for her hands, lifting them in front of her as I move my hips, sliding my c***k back and forth, torturing us both. I press her palms to the cool tiles in front of us, growling in her ear.
‘Keep them on the wal
