Chapter 31
SHANE
“Perfect. Now let’s take a shower.” He steps away from me and heads towards the shower, adjusting the water temperature, and on the way, he flushes the toilet, putting the lid down to hide the contents. Well, it goes without saying that I’m mortified; Liam approaches, positioning himself between my legs. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
“No. I’m too heavy.”
He laughs at me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Nonsense. You couldn’t make me feel lighter if you tried.”
“Oh.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he lifts me and walks us into the shower, closing the door behind us. The warm water greets us both, showering our bodies. It feels too good being so intimately close to him.
The hot steam envelops our skin while the water caresses us like a gentle whisper. The atmosphere becomes almost ethereal, as if the outside world has disappeared. Liam holds me firmly, gripping my thighs, his blue eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, everything else fades away. The connection between our bodies and souls is palpable; I’ve never felt so safe, so complete.
With a delicate movement, he loosens his grip on my leg and begins to run his hand down my back, each caress a silent promise of tenderness and desire. The touch of his fingers on my skin unleashes a warm current flowing through every fiber of my being as he leans towards me and our mouths meet in a kiss that transcends any notion of passion. It’s a kiss filled with an intimacy that makes me lose track of time.
“You’re perfect like this,” Liam whispers between kisses, his lips barely parting from mine, his warm breath mingling with the steam from the shower.
I moan against his lips in response to how good he makes me feel. He places his hands back on my thighs, lifting me slightly, just a few inches, so that the tip of his penis is at the entrance of my center, already wet and eager for him. I feel a mix of butterflies in my stomach, accompanied by the overwhelming excitement that this man provokes in me. My lips part in a silent scream as I feel him begin to enter me, stretching the inner walls of my body.
“Liam,” I whimper-groan at the same time.
“Fuck, little wolf, you’re so tight.” Is that a bad thing? I can’t help but think-No, it’s not bad. It’s fucking perfect.
He kisses me, making me forget any logical thought that passes through my mind at this moment. I can only focus on how he makes me feel. When he is fully buried inside me, the only thing I can do is moan. Then a sweet rhythm begins, starting with soft thrusts, and I grip his shoulders tightly to lift myself a little as he thrusts upward, then lets me fall back down onto him. My back arches with each thrust. Our moans fill the bathroom.
“You’re mine, Shane.” There’s so much conviction in his words that I feel I really am his.
His words are like a balm that heals any insecurity I have. As we move in the wet dance of our bodies, each touch, every embrace, deeply intertwined, feels like a celebration of us. The desire drives us to make love in this place I’ve always considered very intimate, like the shower. Amidst laughter and murmurs, the water becomes a witness to our complicity.
“Come on, little wolf, come for me. Let me feel how well you wrap around my cock and squeeze it with your warm pussy.”
I can’t help but let his words heat me up even more, leading me straight to an intense orgasm that shakes me from head to toe. I bury my face in the hollow between his shoulder and neck before biting him as I come hard. Liam growls before releasing inside me, filling me with his semen. When we finally pass our climaxes, everything feels all-encompassing and eternal. The boundaries between us fade in the warmth of the water and the intensity of the moment. What started as an ordinary day becomes an indelible memory, a memory that only we share in the complicity of silence.
After a moment, I release his shoulder and glance at the spot where I bit him before looking up to meet his gaze, which seems darker than ever.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bite you. Don’t think I was trying to get back at you; I’m not like that.”
“And I’m not blaming you, little wolf. You can bite me as much as you want; I’m yours.” Well, wow, that sounded very intense.
I try to calm my racing heart because I’d love to rush headlong into everything with this man, but I have to remind myself to hold back. I smile at him and gesture for him to set me down. His displeased expression makes it clear he doesn’t want to let me go, but he does, and I feel him slip out of me, his release mingling with mine, running down between my legs.
After a few moments, leaving the sweet madness behind, we find ourselves standing under the water, our bodies together and exhausted. Still, Liam takes his time washing me, soaping up every inch of my body, as if he’s very familiar with it, as if he’s done this many times before. The truth is, I’ve only known him for a couple of weeks, and this is really our first time together, sharing a space as a couple.
Because we are a couple, right?
When he feels I’m sufficiently soaped up, Liam helps me rinse the water off my skin, using a soft towel that feels even cozier as his hands glide over my arms and legs. The intimacy of the act is moving. The little things, like the brush of his skin against mine, become sacred rituals. In every caress, I feel our hearts beat in unison.