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“Are you sure?” he breathes against my lips.

I tangle my fingers in his wet hair, clenching my legs tighter around his waist. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

In one movement, he lines himself up with my center and then slides into me—deep, deeper, deepest. I’ve never felt so full. When he reaches that farthest point inside me, he groans, biting my shoulder.

“Oh, fuck,” we both moan.

Well, he moans it. I scream it.

“Are you okay?” he pants, letting me adjust to him. “Tell me you’re good.”

He’s taking in deep rugged breaths like this is too much for him, but that doesn’t matter. It’s too much for me too. I cling to his shoulders, clenching him tight. “So good.”

I can barely get the words out without whimpering. He begins moving inside me, slowly at first as the water drenches us. We’re so damn wet.

He kisses my temple while pumping into me, and it’s the perfect balance of sex and romance. He somehow manages to know exactly what I need without me having to tell him.

It’s really hard not to explode into ecstasy right then and there. He dives back into a kiss all while thrusting into me, and the entire time, he never once stops kissing me. The base of his cock rubs perfectly against my clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through me. My thighs tremble, and my moans make him moan.

I cry out. So does he.

He thrusts up against me, and then his mouth is on my neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks on my skin. They’re a possession, and I wouldn’t let anyone other than Wyatt claim me.

His thrusts become more intense with the rhythm of rough sex. Skin slapping together, brutal and hard. We’re loud enough to drown out all the worries in my mind. Every water droplet that lands on my skin feels like a caress, and the wetness between us makes our movements slick and raw.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, the words all stringing together. His pumps turn faster, harder, driving me wild. “Come on, honey, get there with me. You’re gonna make me lose it the way you’re bucking against me like that. Tell me you’re close.”

I raise my voice over our slapping bodies. “So close.”

“Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside me.”

“Fuck,” he moans.

My eyes roll back, and he releases a guttural, slightly frustrated groan, and then I feel it, that warmth. His release fills me up and seeing him so unleashed, knowing his control is snapping because of me, it pushes me over my own ledge.

My panting turns to screaming as the intensity of my orgasm crashes through me. It’s never been like this, and I don’t know whether it’s because I’ve never needed an orgasm so badly or because it’s Wyatt.

Probably Wyatt.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, coaxing wave after wave from my body. “Goddamn, I can feel you clenching around me.” My body convulses, and he makes sure to draw out every last bit of ecstasy.

When it’s all over, we’re a wet, panting mess, and I already feel better. More like myself.

His eyes are on me, glinting with primal satisfaction, but there’s also something deeper, something tender, so I stroke his rough cheeks. “I needed that. Needed you.”

His arms tighten around me in a desperate hold, but he doesn’t say anything as he pulls me impossibly close, his lips find my temple in a wispy kiss.

“Did you…” he trails off, sounding nervous. “Was it good for you? I wanted it to be good for you.”

“It was more than good.” I kiss him. “It’s never been like that for me.”

I don’t ever want to let him go, and I could kick myself for not doing this with him sooner. I can already feel my craving for him growing, and I know I won’t be able to keep my hands off him for the rest of the summer. There’s no way I can stay emotionally detached, so this is going to hurt when it’s all over.

I can’t even think about him leaving, so I won’t. Not tonight.

We untangle our bodies, and his hands move with an almost reverent touch as he washes me, rinsing away the evidence of our passion. He lathers shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp, and I close my eyes, finally letting myself relax.