Protective

He Fell Harder

Lana

I tried to get in the shower. I really did try.

I got out of bed, made my way over to the bathroom and as soon as I reached to turn on the water, he pulled me back.

He had me on the sink, he moved inside of me short and sweet. I didn't even understand how he hand any energy after last night.

I couldn't think of anything while we did this, my mind was totally clear all I could do was feel as my skin completely lit on fire. How good he looked moving inside me. How much I liked how messy his hair looked after I ran my fingers through them. I had left scratches on his skin and the lipstick I had worn last night was still visible on his chest.

I was so close again already, as I held onto his arms for support. He was so good at this and I loved it.

I had no idea how I had been living without it.

I leaned my head against the mirror but the second I closed my eyes he put a hand on my face, running his thumb across my lips, "No, look at me."

God.

Good, God.

It was already bad enough that he looked like that.

I didn't know what to do when he talked to me like that.

He had been talking to me like that all night, ordering me around and I made sure to do the same. I wanted him to know what I like and he quickly became an expert on me.

He put his hand on the mirror behind us for support as he brought our lips together, pressing my chest against his.

I moaned in his mouth as he moved faster. I had already finished twice. I was still dangerously close to a third.

I moved my lips down to his jaw as he tucked his head between the nape of my neck, groaning in my ear. Why did that sound so good?

I dragged my tongue across his skin, as I held onto the shoulders I loved so much.

"Lana," he breathed, "I'm close."

I ignored him, still leaving my trail along his neck. It didn't take much after I moved to his ears. I was close too.

I took a deep breath as he stood back, leaning against the glass shower wall. Slipping it out of me sent a shiver up my spine as my legs shook.

"I was trying to take a shower," I said, leaning against the mirror.

He smiled, "I wanted to do it before so you didn't waste a shower."

I hopped off the countertop and instantly regretted it as my legs turned to jelly. Yeremy caught my by my waist.

"Oh, I hate you," I shook my head looking down at my legs in disbelief, "How could you do this to me?"

"Me?" he laughed, "What about these?" he pointed to his bruised neck and chest.

I had made little marks with my mouth all over. How could I not? His chest was beautiful and practically begging me to leave my lips on them.

I shrugged, "You never said I couldn't."

He sighed, before picking me up and putting me in the bathtub, "Now you won't have to stand."

"Great," I applauded him, not sure why this wasn't an issue when I got up this morning, "Are you going to have them send up a wheelchair too?"

He shook his head, smiling as he turned on the water and added soap to fill the bath with bubbles.

"The heat will soothe your muscles. Just soak in there."