With that, he lifted me up into his arms, his strength surprising me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heart racing as he carried me away from the bed and towards the en suite bathroom. The cool tiles sent a jolt of cold up my spine, but his body heat quickly warmed me up as he stepped into the shower stall.
The water rained down on us, the steam quickly enveloping the small space as he set me down, my feet barely touching the floor. He reached for the shower gel, his eyes never leaving mine as he lathered his hands. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he began to clean my body, his hands moving in slow, methodical circles.
His fingers traced the lines of my shoulders, sliding down my arms before returning to my breasts, which he cupped firmly, his thumbs brushing over my erect nipples. I gasped, my legs trembling, and he caught me again, his arms wrapping around me to keep me upright. His touch was soothing, erasing the memory of Adrianne’s cruel words, replacing them with a warmth that spread through my body like a wildfire.
His eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance, and I gave it to him with a soft smile. He leaned in, capturing my mouth with his in a kiss that was tender and loving, a stark contrast to the fiery passion of moments before. The water cascaded down our bodies, mingling with the soap as we explored each other’s mouths, our tongues dancing together.
We took our time, his hands moving over me with a gentle touch that made me feel cherished and desired. He washed away the sweat and grime of the day, leaving me feeling fresh and alive. His soapy hands glided over my stomach, down my thighs, and back up again, each stroke a silent promise of his care and protection.
As the water rinsed us clean, Harrison’s hands grew more insistent, his kisses more urgent. He picked up the pace, his tongue delving deeper into my mouth as he cupped my ass, grinding his erection against my pussy. The slickness of the soap made our skin slide together, and I moaned into his mouth, my nails digging into his back.
He broke the kiss, his eyes searching mine for consent. I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and he lifted me again, this time placing me on the marble countertop. He stepped back, his eyes raking over my body as the water continued to cascade around us. Then, with a groan, he slammed into me, filling me in one swift motion.
The pain was sharp, but it melted away quickly, replaced by a burning need that consumed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back as I urged him deeper. His strokes were punishing, his body moving with a desperation that matched my own. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, making me cry out his name.
His eyes bore into me, his pupils blown wide with desire. He leaned in, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. “Mine to protect, to cherish, to fuck.”
I traced the length of his dick with my finger, feeling it throb beneath my touch. It was thick and heavy, a testament to his desire for me. With a sultry smile, I pulled it out of my pussy, watching the glistening head emerge from my folds. He groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as I played with him, teasing him mercilessly.
“Please, Emma,” he begged, his voice strained with need. “Take me back inside you.”
With a wicked smile, I guided his cock back to my entrance, feeling the tip of him nudge against my clit. He groaned, his body trembling with restraint as I began to lower myself onto him. His eyes rolled back in his head as I took him inch by inch, the feeling of fullness stretching me wide. When I was finally seated, my legs wrapped around his waist, he began to move again, his thrusts now shallow and deliberate.
The sound of our skin slapping together filled the bathroom, echoing off the marble walls. His hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He played with my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I was whimpering with pleasure. His teeth found my neck, biting down gently, sending jolts of desire straight to my core.
My hips bucked against him, urging him deeper, harder. Our movements grew erratic, our breaths mingling in the steamy air. The water washed over us, turning the soap into a slippery lube that only heightened our pleasure. His hands found my hips, holding me steady as he pounded into me, his eyes never leaving my face.
The pain grew with each thrust, but so did the pleasure. I felt my walls stretch around him, my body struggling to accommodate his size. Yet, instead of fear, I felt a strange exhilaration, a thrill that made me want more. I locked my ankles behind his back, using his body as leverage to meet him thrust for thrust.
Harrison’s eyes grew darker, his movements more urgent. He was lost in his own need, his focus solely on the connection between us. The pain slowly morphed into a deep ache, an insatiable hunger that only he could satisfy. I moaned his name, my voice bouncing off the tiles as I gave in to the feeling.
As the crescendo of our passion grew closer, I felt something else building inside me, something I didn’t quite understand. It was a pressure, a tension that coiled in my belly like a snake ready to strike. Harrison must have felt it too, because his strokes grew faster, his grip on me tightening. “Come for me, Emma,” he whispered, his voice a hoarse plea. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I threw my head back, the sound of the water hitting the tiles and our ragged breaths the only noises in the room. My eyes squeezed shut as the wave of pleasure crested, my body tightening around him as I screamed out my release. He followed me over the edge, his own climax tearing through him with a roar. His hips jerked erratically, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his warmth.
We remained there for a moment, our hearts racing in sync, our breaths mingling in the steam. Then, slowly, gently, he withdrew, setting me down on the floor. He turned off the shower, wrapping me in a soft, fluffy towel. He held me close, his arms strong and secure, as if he never wanted to let me go.
I leaned into him, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
He kissed the top of my head, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. “For what?”
I looked up at him, my eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “For making me feel… alive,” I murmured, the words barely audible.
Harrison’s expression softened, his thumb brushing away a stray droplet of water from my cheek. “You are,” he assured me, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re more than just alive, Emma. You’re… you’re incredible.”