CARA
Philip pushed hard into me, driving me backwards until I was pressed against the hot tiles, the water from the shower causing steam to rise up in the stall.
Up until the point I was protesting and trying to squirm out of his control he had been soft but firm, his kiss, almost a whisper on my lips, his touch like a fleeting breeze but the second that I gave in, it was like everything was turned up a notch.
He clasped his fingers in mine and raised it up from my sides all the way up until it was over my head and he held it to the wall.
I could feel the mass in his pants as it pressed into my belly, my breathing was becoming more rapid, just like his.
His broad back was shielding me from the onslaught of the jet of hot water, but not enough, my pants were soaked with the water and it clung to me even tighter than before.
“Kiss me,” Philip muttered.
I almost could not hear him above the sound of the stream of water.
I looked up at him, his eyes were dim as they stared at my breasts,
