Two Way Street - Chapter Seventeen

She stroked her hands up his chest, feeling the water gather against her palms, the firmness of his muscle under his skin, and the shift of his chest hair, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pressed her back against the tiles making her gasp at the cold, and she could feel the hot hardness of him against her stomach.

“We should turn the water off,” he said against her cheek. “Or Seb might have a cold shower.”

She reached out and hit the handle, shutting off the water, as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. His breath stuttered out, catching, his forehead against hers. She felt his muscles flex under her heels as he thrusted against her, and her back slipped against the tiles.

“F-k,” She exclaimed, clinging to his shoulders, as he groaned.

“What did you say?” He laughed out, and caught her mouth with his, kissing her breathlessly as he strained against her, pressing just in the right way to raise her blood pressure and have her tugging him closer with her legs. “Did E