For a few moments we just hold each other under the shower spray. I let you rest your head on my shoulder, petting you, enfolding you with my love, my warmth, my comfort. Inviting you to just be, here with me, holding you close and tight, giving you safe space.
When you lift up your head and smile at me - that smile that always makes me melt a little, no matter how many times I've seen it - I take your face in my hands and kiss you. Gently and tenderly, then deeply, full of fire.
The passion between us brings out the wolf and the next thing I know you have me pinned against the shower wall, your hands locked around my wrists as you kiss me back hungrily, then you're kissing my neck... knowing how much that drives me crazy. Kissing, licking, nibbling. I moan, surrendering.
"That's right, my cub." You growl and it sends a shiver down my spine. You nip harder with your teeth then lick a slow trail down my neck. "You're mine, and I fucking want you."
As always, your New Zealand accent goes right to my boycunt. All I can do is moan again and nod.
You claim my mouth again, and I can feel your cock hardening up. I want to reach down and touch it but you've still got a hold of my wrists... and I love that.
"I love you," I whisper when we pull apart, catching our breath.
"I love you too." You press a sweet little kiss to my forehead, making me smile, before you kiss me again. Then you're kissing the other side of my neck, and I almost slide down the shower wall, knees weak as I'm overcome with sensation.
"Fuckkkk..." I bite my lip and whimper. "Daddyyyyy..." I look into your eyes. "I'm gonna fall."
"I've got you, babyboi." You maneuver my hands so they're holding onto you and then you kiss me again. I cling to you for dear life, kissing you back, losing myself.
We're breathless again, and we remember we're in the shower and we might as well use it. So we take turns lathering each other. I savor every minute of your touch, even the parts I'd rather not have... feeling your acceptance, your desire for me as I am, letting myself be loved, be pleasured. I give you the same acceptance and want in return, caressing the front and back of you in slow, lazy circles, enjoying the shape and feel of your body, which is just perfect to me, so solid and masculine, good to snuggle... good to keep me protected.
I slowly stroke your cock and your fingers play between my legs, teasing my clit then they're inside me as we're kissing again. I'm trembling, aching for something more than your fingers, and you know it.
You know me too well.
We get out of the shower, towelling each other off, trading kisses. And then you grab me by my short, damp hair, kiss me roughly, and bend me over the sink. I cry out as you slap my ass, making my cunt throb, needing you.
"I am going to fuck you," you tell me, before smacking my other ass cheek. "Because you want it, don't you, little slut?"
"Fuck, yes." I wiggle my ass at you. My cunt is already dripping.
The head of your cock is at my pussy lips - and then just brushes them, teasing. Not entering. Not yet. "I don't know," you say. "Not really sure if you want it bad enough."
I used to have issues with being taken from behind because of my trauma history, but since you... I feel so safe with you that it's made me want it again. Wanting to be primal with you. Wanting it like a bitch in heat. I beg you now, almost embarrassed by the desperation in my shaking voice... but completely shameless, because you make me that way. "Please, Daddy. Andy, please. Please, Daddy, I need it. I need it so fucking bad. Please fuck me, please, take me, fuck me, please, Daddy, please. Need you so much."
"Are you suuuuuure?" The head of your cock rubs my clit from behind, and I almost come from that. Almost. Not quite.
That brings out the brat in me. I give a little snarl, then I grit out, "You fucking evil bastard, you know I'm fucking sure."
Your response is to laugh and smack my ass again, one cheek, then the other. "You bratty little shit. You keep being mouthy and you won't get any of this cock. I'll make you watch me handle myself."
"You're driving me fucking crazy, Andy, please."
"Please, what?" Your cockhead is teasing my clit again, then my pussy lips. I'm so close, yet too fucking far.
"Please, you fucking cunt."
You laugh harder and I laugh too, before my laugh gets choked off with a yelp as you spank me harder. "I'll fuck your cunt, brat. When you've begged me properly."
I take a deep breath and I start again. "Please Daddy. Please. Please, I'll be a good boy, just please. Please, please, Daddy, please..." I bite my lip and make a noise. "Please. Please, take me and fuck me... milord."
That's the magic word. "Good boy." You plunge in and bottom out inside me.
That first moment of connection is always sweet even when I'm going out of my fucking mind. "Oh, fuck, Andy." My breath hitches.
"Fin." You sigh with contentment. "My Fin."
"Well..." I look over my shoulder, not able to resist being a brat again now that you're inside me. "You gonna be a sappy dork all day, or are you going to fuck me properly?"
You smack my ass again and I almost come... then you growl and let me have it. No teasing, just fucking me hard and fast, so hard your balls are slapping against me. I hold onto the sink white-knuckled, my breath in ragged gasps, my knees threatening to buckle. Once you reach around and start playing with my clit, I'm edging, hearing myself babble, "Oh my fucking G-d, Daddy, Andy, oh shit oh fuck oh my fucking fuckkkkk... Daddy. Daddy. Fuck me, just like that, don't fucking stop, so fucking good, please, Daddy, more, don't you fucking stop..."
"That's a good boy, taking it so well." You press harder on my clit, knowing I'm right there and I'm going to give in soon, but I keep holding back, needing to keep feeling you. "Such a good slut for me."
"Oh my fucking G-d, yes, I'm your slut, I'm your fucking slut, need that fucking cock in me, fucking fuck me..." And then I can't make words at all, just moaning, panting, as you growl, taking what you want.
Taking what's yours.
When I'm shaking from head to toe and almost sobbing, you press even more firmly on my clit, and you growl, "Mine."
I lose it, calling out your name as I climax. Two thrusts later you spend inside me with a shuddery sigh, and I sigh too, melting at the feeling of you claiming me.
"Good boy." You rub my sore ass in tender little circles, pull out, and pull me up, your arms around me. You nuzzle my neck and give me a squeeze, rocking me, holding me tight. "Good, good boy."
"Thank you, Daddy." I smile so hard my face hurts. "I love you."
"I love you too... brat." You give my ass one last smack for good measure, then you pinch it, making me laugh.
"Your brat." I turn my head to kiss you, and reach an arm around to hold your head, looking into those sexy dark eyes, the window to your beautiful soul.
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