SAVING WATER

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Andrew gently pushed Maya back against the wall of the shower. His look said it all: I want you, I want you badly, I want to take you fast and hard, and I want you to scream my name in ecstasy.

He shivered when he gripped her by the hips, hitching up one of her leg so it was hooked over his hips, all the while watching her with a gaze simmering with lust.

The first thrust sent her head back against the marbled wall. He checked himself and pt a hand behind her head like a cushion. He thrust again, not as hard, but she could see the struggle to keep his head clenching him with greedy muscles. She stepped up on tiptoe, searching for that extra bit of friction and finding it.

The orgasm was an earthquake through her body, a tumultuous eruption of sensstions that rippled through every inch of her flesh. She heard a cry and realized with aa shock that the cry had come from her.

A high keening sound that was as primal and primitive as the deep, satisfied grunts she made a