“Yes, Ian, yes,” she cried, one hand slamming against the tile wall. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
I kept the speed the same, and then just as her body jolted and shook, I pressed down on her clit with my tongue. She cried out and shook, vibrating and bucking in my grip.
“I need you inside me,” she cried. “Please.”
I stood quickly, grabbing the base of my cock with one hand to guide it. I lifted one of her legs and stood behind her, pulling her to me with my other hand across her chest. Our lips met as my cock found her opening, and I held her leg aloft.
She moaned in pleasure into the kiss as I began to rock into her, hard, the head of my cock slamming into the place my finger had been brushing. She maneuvered so she could put her lifted foot on the faucet, and I let go of her thigh, reaching around to touch her again. She shook and curled and cried out as I slammed into her, knowing that I only had a few moments before I was going to explode.
“Now,” she cried. “Come for me.”
I felt her body tense as she rode another heavy wave of climax, and the way her pussy tightened around me, squeezing me as it throbbed, brought me to my own intense orgasm. I came hard, clenching and bucking and burying myself as deeply in her as I was able.
Slowly, we relaxed together, leaning onto the wall for support as our bodies came down from the high of our passion. When I exited her, my body spent completely, our lips met again, and we stood there, kissing under the water for a long time. Slowly, we crumpled down to the tub and lay there, her in my arms, the water showering over us, and enjoying the closeness of our bodies together.
Eventually, the tips of my fingers began to prune, and she stood up, much to my disappointment. She rinsed herself again and then leaned down to place a kiss to my lips.
“I don’t know about you,” she said, “but I was hungry before. Now I’m absolutely famished. Are you ready for some bacon?”
“Are you seriously trying to get me up for round four already?” I joked.
She laughed and kissed me again.
“I’ll take it,” she said and stepped out of the shower, laughing while I tried to convince my knees to work again.
27
MINA
I was torn between wanting to crawl into the bed with Ian and stay wrapped up in his arms and the rumbling in my stomach. Finally, the hunger won out. As much as I enjoyed being naked with him and savoring every inch of his bare skin pressed against mine, I was definitely feeling the energy expenditure from that morning. Reminding myself that eating would give me more energy for that anticipated fourth round, and to keep warm, I forced myself to get dressed and make my way out to the kitchen.
Ian got the camp stove set up while I took out sausage and eggs and started preparing them. I put the peppers and onions Ian had cut up in a pan to cook up so I could mix them into the eggs.
It felt strangely domestic making breakfast alongside Ian. Even with the cold, the delicious smells of the food cooking and the way Ian found ways to touch me at every opportunity made me happier than I could remember being in a long time. It had happened so fast and in such unusual circumstances, but I found myself thinking this was what this was supposed to feel like. This was what it was like to have a partner, to be in a real relationship.
That thought surprised me as it went through my mind. Just like I’d told Amanda on countless nights out at the bar, and in essentially every other circumstance she could fit it into the conversation, I wasn’t in the market for a relationship at this point in my life. My career was what mattered to me. Getting what I wanted out of my career and continuously working toward that next goal required all the time and attention I could give it. I didn’t have anything left for a boyfriend.
But I didn’t feel like that with Ian. Being with him was easy and comfortable. It didn’t feel like I needed to work hard or pour all of myself into making it work. It just did. We laughed easily and spoke freely. There was never a moment when it seemed like I needed to be on edge or performing. I didn’t have to be anything but myself. This felt like the kind of relationship that wouldn’t intrude on my life but would enhance it.
Even as that thought flickered through, it occurred to me that we were in a fishbowl. This wasn’t the real world, and we’d only been here together for a day and a half. All of our other interactions had been brief and cursory, if not combative. I couldn’t really be thinking these things about him already. These feelings couldn’t actually be true. The logical part of my mind was telling me to get a grip and be realistic.