Page 32 of Come to Me

He steps inside the shower, shutting the glass door behind him. Fuck, he's so close and I want so badly for him to touch me.

His expression is intense.

"Please don't tell me you're only here for the view."

He grabs my hips and presses me against the tile wall. His grip gets tighter, rough and gentle all at once.

He moves closer, his body pressing against mine.

It feels almost too good.

The tile is cold against my back and his body is hot against my front as he brings his lips to mine. His kiss is possessive, his lips sucking on mine. I reach for him, gripping his back, trying to get closer.

I want more.

"Fuck me," I groan.

He doesn't say anything, but he brings his lips to my ear. I press my fingers harder into his back.

He sucks on my earlobe, softly at first. Then harder, his teeth scraping against it. He starts to move his hands. Over my hips and stomach. Up to my chest.

The sensation is so different than usual, so much hotter and wetter. Desire shoots through me, straight to my core.

Fuck.

"Luke," I moan, arching my body into his, until I can feel his cock against me. I grab his ass, pulling his body towards mine.

But he grabs my hips and pushes me against the tile again.

"Not yet," he whispers in my ear. He takes a long look at me, his eyes filling with delight. "You're too fucking sexy, Ally."

He cups my breasts, his expression getting more and more intense. I'm desperate with want, almost shaking. I kiss him, hard, my tongue plunging into his mouth. He responds with the same ferocity; kissing me hard, sliding his fingers over my nipples. I groan, and he responds with a harder touch. Every stroke of his finger sends another pang of desire through me. My sex clenches. "Luke..." I moan. "Please. Fuck me."

"Soon," he croons, pressing his lips against my neck. My collarbone.

Almost. Please...

Then he brings his mouth to my nipple. At first, he only brushes it with his lips. It's so light and delicate, I can barely stand it. I dig my hands into his hair. He does it again.

"Don't stop," I groan.

He slides his tongue over my nipple, his hand sliding between my thighs. I start to shake.

I need him inside me. I need him to fuck me.

But he doesn't stop. He lavishes my breasts with attention, rubbing his wet thumbs against one nipple while he sucks on the other. I feel pangs of want in my sex, a building tension. I could almost swear I'm going to come from this, that he's going to suck me to an orgasm.

"Luke," I groan.

He responds by sliding his tongue over my chest, tracing the outline of my nipple. He flicks his tongue against me, soft then hard. Then harder and harder, until it almost hurts.

He strokes my inner thighs, so, so fucking close.

I could scream with sweet frustration.

Finally, he stands and kisses me. It's so much harder than before, so much more intense. He reaches for the shower head.

Fuck. It's detachable.