Abyss - Book Five (Man x Man)

Chapter 18 (M)

I arch my back at the feeling of his mouth on me, teasing my nipple with his teeth under the overheated spray of the shower. I always find myself in this predicament, wondering why it is that he picks the shower to take possession of me. I can only imagine it's the fact that I have to stay in control, I can't lose myself when I'm trying not to freeze or scald us. 

I shiver at the feeling and he kisses back up to my neck, moving me out of the water to press my back against the cool stone. "How's your nose?" I gasp, trying to distract myself as my hands wander over his chest, raking my nails over his pectoral muscle as his teeth catch my ear. 

I don't know what my hesitation is, or why I'm holding back. 

"Surprisingly, I'm not thinking about it right now." His voice is a low rumble, and one of his hands slides down my back to grip my ass, pulling me firmly against his body in a sudden movement that makes me grind back against him in response. 

The constant access to him is not helping with my insatiable appetite for this sinful man. When we first got together, it was a whirlwind of exploration and we were both caught up in the newness, his first time with a man and my first time delving into my dark side in the form of submission. After losing him, and each other, it had been difficult to find our intimacy.

Where we made sacrifices in the bedroom, we became friends, we became partners; became more than just lovers. I suppose I had grown used to not having enough time, I was accustomed to having meer moments with him before he or I would need to be off again. My libido had been locked away in its black box and the key tossed away when we spent months passing like ships in the night, my hunger for him tamed by his absence.

 But now, in the holiest of places, the fire has been lit and the box re-opened.

My body sings in response to his taste as I kiss him, careful not to gnarl my fingers in his hair with the damage he sustained earlier. I hook my leg over his waist, pulling him to me. I feel attractive, desired, it's one of the few moments I've felt proud of my appearance. 

Healing from Corina had been a long and agonizing process, regaining my weight and strength had come with many trials and setbacks that none of us had anticipated. My lack of tolerance for being touched, my disgust at my own, newly mangled form.  But as my free hand traces over the scars that run up across his shoulder and crawl up his neck, it's a gentle reminder that we match. 

"You had quite the outburst in the infirmary." I can hear the grin on his lips. 

"I did." I encourage, panting as he hooks my knee with his arm, I stretch on my toes to stay balanced and wriggle at the protests of my less than flexible frame. 

"Tell me what I should do to you. I want to hear that horrendous mouth of yours." 

I cling to him as he rolls his hips against mine.  "You know what I want." My desire has always been to prolong my suffering, to savor it. 

"Do I?" He teases me, skirting his lips across mine as I anxiously groan. Parting my lips, desperate for contact as he kisses me once more. 

"Randy-" I plead, he puts his hand over my mouth. I lap at his palm, sliding my tongue between his fingers. "Change your mi-" 

He silences me, I watch his expression change as he stares into the distance, no doubt listening. My heart pounds in my chest as I watch him, I know better than to snap back and get offended. I know him too well. He allows me to slide down his body and gently places my feet on the ground. 

"Talk." He mouths. 

My eyes widen. About what?! I shrug, holding up my hands to suggest I have no idea what he expects from me and he gives me a hard look as he cautiously slides out of the shower and slips back into his undershorts.