Where Do We Go From Here?

Part 2

Her back slammed into the cold tile wall, streams of hot water running down their bodies. Her dark chocolate coloured skin moulded against him; his huge tanned chest pinning her to the wall. His lips cascaded down her neck, nipping and kissing her smooth skin. The steam from the hot water quickly filled the small room. His tongue slid up her throat to her ear; "Is this how you like it?" His teeth sunk down into her flesh earning him a cry of pleasure from the woman in his arms. Her hands gripped onto his biceps, her nails making moon shaped marks in his tanned skin.

He pulled away from the wall and let her stand in the middle of the shower stall. He turned her around so she didn't face him. He squeezed a blob of shower gel into his hands and started massaging her shoulders. She felt all of her worries slip away as his big hands moved over her body. He wrapped his arms around her, his chest gliding across her soap covered back.

He turned her around and grabbed hold of her wrist making her hold her palm out; he squeezed some shower gel into her hand and put the bottle back on the shelf. He held his arms out to the side, a smug grin adorning his face. Her eyes raked over his body, big power muscles flexing as he teased her. "I'm all yours." She grinned and stepped forward her small hands rubbing against his chest across his pecs, her dark skin a delicious contrast to his. She glanced up to stare into his eyes as her hands slipped down his abs, her delicate fingers tracing the faint grooves between thick hard muscle. She ran her hand over his hard length, a grin crept to her face at how hard he had become again. She sunk to her knees, her small hands gripping onto his huge thighs. Her hands rubbed the soap into his smooth skin; he tensed the muscles in his thighs as she sunk her nails into his flesh. She took him into her mouth; long, hot and hard. It was clear she would never get enough. He cradled her head in his hands, guiding her warm slick mouth up and down his thick shaft. She wanted him to reach his release but he had other plans. His big hands gripped onto her shoulders and pulled her up.

He pinned her hands above her head, one hand tightly gripping both of her wrists pressing them into the hard cold tiles. He brushed his free hand through his hair knocking the water free sending it splashing over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes were dark and his lips pressed into a thin line. "Tell me Amber, just how rough do you like it?" He slipped one long thick finger inside of her. "Do you like this?" She let her eyes drift shut as he moved inside of her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." She had to force herself to open her eyes. He added another digit. "What about this?" A small whimper left her mouth as he moved quicker. She gasped as his thumb rolled across her clit.

"Please, Stu." She leant forward and tried to capture his lips, he moved back slightly, the water running down his back. His lips pressed together into a smirk. He just loved to be in control. He let her hands go and they moved to grip onto his shoulders. They slid down his back, her hands gripping onto the firm strong muscle. He pulled her away from the wall into the hot flow of water. Bending her over he ran his hand down the curve of her back, her skin tingled with anticipation. He stopped on her smooth round behind. He brought his hand up, quickly bringing it back down. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the small room. The droplets of water on her skin intensified the stinging sensation.

"Again." She licked her lips, tiny drops of water collecting on her lips from the spray of the shower. Her voice was breathless and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for his response.

"Excuse me?" His hand rubbed small circles against her behind. "I didn't quite hear you." She heard the tease laced within his low rumble. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed gently. A whimper left her open mouth.

"Again." She didn't recognise her own voice; it was like she was drugged. He brought his hand down again, sharper than before. The feeling between her thighs intensified and her body shivered in delight.

He pulled her to stand up by her throat, his lips pressed against her ear again. "How hard do you want it?" He was playing with her; she knew she didn't have a choice. Her back rubbed against his chest again as he continued to talk to her. "Talk to me, Amber." He slipped two fingers into her slick heat. "Is this hard enough?" She shook her head and he increased his pace. His voice becoming a touch quieter; just above a whisper. "How about now?"

"Stu, just fuck me already." He pulled away from her and turned her around. His face was serious and it alarmed her a little. His lips curled into a smirk and a chuckle erupted from his chest. He was enjoying this.

"Hands against the wall, now." His tone was stern as he pointed to the tiled wall. She placed her hands flat on the grey tiles. He brought his hand down on her behind and thrust into her. A cry left her lips as the brute force behind her. His large hand curled around her throat and tilted her head back. A long drawn out moan mingled with the steam in the room. He rained more blows on her backside, his harsh breathing dancing across her cheek as he filled her completely. He used every muscle in his body to bring her to ecstasy.

"Stu, please!" She cried out in a breath. Her vision was blurred by the intensity and steam. Her senses heightened and focused solely on one man. He gripped onto her throat tighter. His movements becoming more and more possessive.

He growled into her ear, and brought his hand down on her backside. He had turned into an animal with only one thing on his mind. He plunged into her, thrust after thrust sending her flying towards the edge. "You're mine." She whimpered wanting more than the slippery grey tile to cling onto. "All mine Amber." He was becoming more possessive by the minute, every lick of pleasure clutching his body. He had waited too long to claim her, he would never be able to let her go or get enough of her. His finger brushed across her clit, over and over again sending sparks flying across her skin.

A flurry of words left her lips, none of which she heard. Her heart pounding in her head was all she could hear. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed herself off the wall into Stu's embrace as her body shook violently. Her hands gripped onto his forearm, her nails scraping across his skin, faint specs of red appearing in her wake. He held onto her tight as she shook in his arms. His release was close, building up as she gripped him tight. He growled into her shoulder and sunk his teeth into her flesh as his grip around her throat tightened. A groan tore from deep within his chest as he came inside her. His muscles relaxed, his big hands reaching forward for the wall to steady him.

"I think I just died and went to heaven." Amber grinned and turned to bury herself in his embrace. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. His eyes caught sight of the marks down his arm. "How am I going to explain these?" He held his arm out as she inspected the damage she had caused.

"I'm a good publicist, Stu. I'll make up a good story." He left her for a moment, turning the shower off and grabbing a big white fluffy towel from the heated radiator.

"Better than this?" He raised an eyebrow as he opened the towel for her before wrapping one low around his waist.

"Nothing's better than this." He kissed her hard, and held her against his hard body. She was going to love it in heaven.