I was sobbing out loud by now as Eric continued to ruthlessly ignore me. Soaping up a scrub he proceeded to thoroughly wash me. Held firmly within his arm there was nothing I could do but submit.
I just couldn't get why he was submiting this to me. I could batg myself. I didn't need him to do it for me.
"Blow," he insisted , holding his finger at my nose. I was not about to empty my clogged nostrils into his hand. Even if he did more than deserve it. It would just be too mortifying. I quietened down my anguish and resolutely pushed his hand away.
"Why darling? Don't you like me waiting on you hand and foot? Its what you wanted didn't you. What you planned on before you left me like a whore to bed another man."
My hand whipped up again but the slap didn't make it. Instead he moulded my soap slippery body against his. His clasp was hard. Almost bruising in its need to keep me still against him. But it was a wish in vain. I slipped and slithered against him till the unmistakable bulge was nudged to full attention from my actions. Then we were grappling for a whole different reason.
His hands were devoid of the scrub now as they continued to move insistantly over me. The heat between rose swiftly from deep chill to sweltering humidity. I still shifted and squirmed against him but not all because of my need to get away. Bew needs were emerging. As insistent and persistent as had been the need to escape.
Only the need now was of a purely sexual nature. I burned to have him thrusting deep within me and he must have been of like mind. For without ceremony I was suddenly lifted up high... and impaled onto his hardened length.
The thrusting that ensued was brutal in its intensity. He moved me high and dropped me hard. Hitting me deep within with every painful thrust. I was sobbing openly again from pain and a desire so acute... it could not be denied.
" Eric!" I screamed out his name. Again and again with each hard thrust. Till his pace quickened and his thrusts were no longer long and deep but swift and rabid. The raw cries that mingled echoing about the bathroom was not all mine. His harsh tones were as uncontrolled as my ragged need for air.
But I was that denied that need further as Eric rushed us through a crescendo of need, plunging and plummeting us both through an avalanche of desire that proceeded to drench us both soaked through, with cries of our completion ringing out all around us.
His knees buckled then. And he fell forward with me in tow. I realised then my own limbs were entwined about him. My back slammed into the wall and we sunk down to the floor together.
The water continued to rain all around us as I remained on his lap, with that part of him still embeded deep within me.
I found myself muttering then. A disarray of words that came out in an illegible jumble, that I wasn't sure he could even hear over my heaving breath," Jace.... and I... didn't... have sex..."
