three days

eleven

he sets me down on my large sink, the cold marble hitting my warm wet skin. i sit quietly, staring at his masculinity. his body dripped with water, running down his back muscles, i squeeze my legs together. relax, zelly. he's just a sex god, no problem.

he turns my shower on, twirling around to meet me. i fiddle with my fingers, why is he so handsome? a man, or human for that matter, should be allowed to look this good.

"come here,"

i shake my head, you make me so damn nervous! i don't know if it was a figure of my imagination, but i think he just growled.

"come here, i won't say it again."

his tone is demanding—dominant—my heart leaps into my throat. quickly jumping off my counter, i untie my top, and shimmy out of my swim bottoms. my bathing suit falling down, leaving me naked to his view. his eyes stay focused anywhere but my body. he offers his hand out to take, hesitantly, i take it.

slipping my small fingers compared to his large, veiny hand that has me in a trance. i'm quickly against his chest, his movements smooth and gentle. we were at the end of the shower that was opposite to the shower head. the water ran while we stayed in silence, his hands were tight around mine. waiting for my consent, staring at him from above, his eyes glistening lust.

he leans down to whisper.

"the shower isn't the only thing turned on right now,"

my legs shake in anticipation, i thought i would be scared. especially because of what happened last time i ever was in bed. but shawn... he makes this—us—seem safe. he backs up, as he does i take it as the cue to smash my lips against his. fuck it.

he smirks knowing well my intended actions, his hands finding there way around my back. i yelp into the kiss, feeling his large hands squeeze my ass in appreciation. being flat out naked against this man was mind blowing, and to think i'd ever end up in this situation... my lips fought hungrily, but my passion was nothing compared to his starvation. the large bulge sticking out of his trunks were fighting against the fabric that concealed him.

moving my hands away from tugging his hair, to ripping his trunks off, sprung his length. my lower abdomen clenched in want, our breathing up and running.

"do you trust me?"

i nod almost instantly, he stops kissing me, pulling away to stare me in the eye. i give him a small smile, resulting in his own. with that, he dropped down to his knees, his hands roaming my body. from massaging my breasts, to holding my hips. he makes his way smoothly into my vaginal area, his tongue licking both of my folds.

"j-jesus,"

i grab his hair, his head hungrily digging into me as if i were a full course meal. my god that feels amazing. my eyes naturally roll back in pleasure, his tongue moving faster by the minute. i can feel the tip of his tongue drawing circles around my clitoris carefully to keep me on edge. i feel my legs slowly giving out, until he pulls away giving me torment.

"i... don't... like,"

i say in between breaths, laying my hands against my crystal clean shower walls. he kisses me up my stomach, sucking on my left breast. my hand is flat against the wall , i bite back a moan emerging. he moves higher, his lips finding their way back to mine, i fight him throughout the kiss. my own passion growing more and more for him.

"please,"

this feeling is overbearing. he cups my cheek, nodding at my request, i silently gasp as he picks me up by the back of my thighs. i wrap myself around his torso, his length hitting my folds in arousal. he could practically feel my wetness flowing onto him without ever being inside me. he hums in appreciation while i blush in embarrassment.

"nothing to be ashamed of, my dear. i'm glad i'm just as much of a turn on or this would've been seriously awkward."

i laugh at his comment, he smiles staring. i feel him slowly fill me up, inch by tantalizing inch, oh my god. i feel all of him. he slips in quite easily, it didn't hurt like last time. you were forced, he's asked for consent. my mind closes those painful thoughts for now.

"you can move."

i tell him, he's gentle to thrust, but he does so deeply and slowly, his tip hitting an area inside of me that releases a moan. i widen my eyes at the sudden feeling and my instinct moan, he slyly smirks.

"again?"

my hands grip his large biceps, i lay my head in the crook of his neck. he could feel my harsh breathing against his chest.

"again."

he begins to thrust into me again, this time building his pace. he's pushed my back against the wall as i bounced off of him, over and over again. perfectly rocking into his body, he hits that lovely spot making a sensation build inside of me. i whimper, feeling it come closer.

"shawn,"

i moan into his ear, my head had been thrown back, as his head nuzzled into my neck. my arms slung around his shoulders and holding him close against my wet and naked chest. the water began to hit his back as we accidentally thrusted our way over to the shower head. we didn't care enough about getting wet, we were too caught up in each others pleasure. his cheeks had gotten red, water droplets falling down his forehead.

he looked like a sex god—as i predicted correctly—and it just drove me over the edge. i slightly shake against him, still bouncing quickly, the sound of our bodies clashing against each other. i ride out my orgasm moaning loudly, clenching his length tautly.

"fuck, i can feel a wave of wetness and you tightening around me."

he groaned hoarsely, i panted in exhaustion. he slowed down, giving me time to kiss him. i play with his tongue in hope of getting him to come, i can still smell his natural vanilla scent. my lower abdomen builds, i feel him pulsate around me. he thrusts a few more times roughly, his tip hitting my g-spot hard. i come undone for the second time in result of his sudden thrusts, he lets me stand, quickly pulling out.

i see him ejaculate on the shower's floor, seeing his semen filter away into the drain. he's out of breath like i am, holding me close against him. out of the few hours we've spent together, he's made us inseparable.

"you haven't left my side for the great amount of time we've spent together."

his eyebrows scrunch as usual when he's in a bad or sad mood.

"it's because i'm incapable of leaving you alone."

witnessing his mood shift to protective causes my heart to melt into a puddle of mush. i kiss his cheek, one of his hands around my waist, holding my love-handle. he moves his other hand to play with my breasts, fondling them gently, his fingers lightly twirl my left nipple. my clitoris kickstarts into another frenzy, i grip my hand on the wrist he's using to play with me. his eyes twinkle a dangerous, and maybe again, dominant feeling.

i raise my eyebrows warning him.

"you wouldn't."

he's made me come twice! how many more times does he want to make love? his plump pink lips twitch up across his godly features, he turns off the water. grabbing my hand, he yanks me out of the shower to my bedroom for round two.