The heat of the water was nothing compared to the fire, burning through me, when he pressed me against the cold tile wall behind me. His hand slid down to my sides, gripping me tight, as he spread my legs, sliding deeper into me.
I could feel every inch of him, pressing into me. Hard and unrelenting, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Holding onto him, tight, just so I wouldn't slide down the wall while he fucked me with a brutal, desperate hunger.
The sound of skin, sliding against skin. The rush of water, mingling with our ragged breaths. It all blurred into this single, fierce moment. Oh fuck, how have I missed this. I miss him.
I am also hungry. Hungry for more than just his touch. With how close his neck was, my eyes flitted to his vein, protruding from his neck. I could feel his blood, thumping through, rushing all the way to his cock, as he filled me in, completely.
