No other man could so easily and completely make me fall apart.
He shoves the shower head back into its wall holder, grabs my jaw, forces my head up, and kisses me with an almost frightening hunger, his mouth unyielding as it plunders mine.
Then he releases my jaw and begins to rhythmically slap me between my legs.
He f***s me from behind and slaps my p***y, kissing me hard, holding me tight, until I’m moaning into his mouth, desperate for release. Then he stops and cups my throbbing s*x, his fingers reverently exploring the place where we’re joined.
If it weren’t for his arm around me, I’d slide bonelessly to the ground.
Panting and shaking, steam billowing all around me, I say his name. It’s a plea, and he knows it. This time he’s willing to give me what I need.
“How do you want it
