DON’T STOP
Wave after wave crashed over me, longer and deeper than anything last night, until I was trembling, gasping, and my vision was spotting with black stars.
Steve groaned low in his throat, feeling me clench around him. He thrusted once, twice more, before burying himself deep. He came with a shudder, flooding me with heat, hips grinding against my ass like he wanted to stay inside forever. His arms wrapped around me fully, holding me upright as my legs threatened to give out.
We stayed locked together under the spray—panting, water streaming over us—until my breathing slowed.
He kissed my shoulder softly, sweetly. “Better?”