Torn in two

Chapter 22

I wake up overly sweaty and in complete darkness. Zak's arm is firmly draped over my hips and his body radiates heat like a Florida summer afternoon. His breathing remains even so I know he's still asleep. I smoothly slip from his grasp and quietly creep to the bathroom. I need a shower. Badly.
I shut the door and walk across the cool tile flooring, turning the metal knob of the shower.
The spray of water comes to life, pattering to the ground and swirling down the drain. The steam quickly fills the small bathroom. I snatch a neatly folded towel from a stack above the wooden rack next to the toilet. Draping the towel over the metal door, I then hop into the shower.  The warm water envelops me as I stand under the stream. I don't know how long I stood there letting the water attempt to wash my stress away. I fought my mind so hard to not drift off about the mess my brother was in.
Let's determine how we'll approach this tomorrow, I urge myself.
My night was too perfect too be ruined.
I didn't realize the door opened until Zak's arms gently wrap around my waist and his lips press into my shoulder. I sigh.
"You okay?" He asks, concern filling his voice.
I turn around so I can reassure him.
"Yeah, I just wanted to clean up," I softly smile at him for checking on me.
My hands absentmindedly trace the contours of his abs and he looks down as my fingers trace lower. He slowly begins to grow. I fascinatingly watch him enlarge and visibly observe how the vein begins throbbing. My insides clench, his arousal turning me on.
He kisses me with urgency and swiftly picks me up by my hips. My back presses onto the coolness of the shower wall and I shiver. His mouth trails down my jaw and sucks lightly on my neck. The grasp on my hips spreads my folds open and he enters me for the second time tonight.
My mind fills with the pleasurable sensation of only his touch. His presence washes away my stress more than a shower was ever capable of. Within moments I can feel the familiar pressure deep inside working its way to the surface. I moan as his steady momentum firmly knocks into me. The feeling intensifies until I feel as if I'm on an airplane. The only way to come down is to jump. I gladly leap from the plane, feeling the plummeting sensation of my stomach as I drop back to solid ground.
"Oh fuck," I holler out and clutch at his back.
He covers his mouth with mine and his body tenses as he reaches his peak too. His muscles relax and he gingerly places me back on the tile floor, allowing me to regain my balance.
"You feel so good," he breathes out, catching his breath.
"I can say the same thing about you," I huff, satisfied.
He reaches past my head and pumps a handful of shampoo into his hand. He gently massages the soap into my scalp. The firmness of his fingers felt soothing on my head. He rinses my hair in the water and does the same with the conditioner. Once my hair is clean, he uses the body wash. He first washes himself and the suds drift down his body into the drain. His strong hands lather the soap across the span of my body. He massages my breasts and tenderly squeezes my nipples.
I groan.
The sensation feels too good. I'm surprised by my internal response how I already craved for more. The pang of need blooms within my abdomen.
My eyes dart up to meet his.
And he knows.
He picks me up again and gingerly exits the shower.
This time, he tosses me face down onto the bed. My backside is in the air at the edge of the bed while he stands behind me.
His hand gently traces my sore opening and guides himself inside.
He pumps into me with such need. His hand wraps around my long wet hair and he pulls my head back. I arch wanting to be closer. He responds by pounding harder. The intensity builds as he slams into my G-spot. This angle repeatedly hits my sweet spot and I become breathless as I reach my climax. My legs begin to quake once my orgasm hits with an intensity  that darkens my vision and stars dance around the room.
He moans with pleasure as he finds his own release. He sags forward, completely spent from our night together.
We once again curl up together and sleep consumes our tired bodies.