"Fuck, you're so wet," he hummed against my lips, before pressing firmly into me. I giggled. "Well, we are showering, aren't we?" I mused, my arms wrapping around his slick neck. His hard-on pressed against my inner thigh as the space between us dissipated. He was more than ready to devour me tonight. But not for now. It was my turn to take control. ** TW: MC has gone through sexual harassment (and more) and you are advised to continue with caution. It is mentioned briefly in some chapters to talk about growth and overcoming her inability to touch or be touched. **