The Bedroom Chronicles: The Shower

Allison entered the apartment, kicked off her pumps, and headed towards the bedroom. As she neared her destination she heard the shower running. A grin tugged at her lips as she thought of Nathan showering. Naked and wet Nathan was one of her favorite kinds of Nathan. She began to strip as she made her way into the bathroom. The room was steamy, Nathan always took scolding hot showers, and he was turned away from her under the spray of the water.

Quietly, Allison entered behind him in the shower stall and hugged him from behind. She felt him stiffen for a moment before relaxing.

"Hello, sweetness," Nathan greeted, bringing one of her hands up to his lips.

Allison sighed and pressed her cheek against Nathan's back. It was nice to feel him and not have a time limit.She loosened her hold on him as she felt him turn in her arms. Her face was now pressed against his chest and she waited.

It was just a few quiet moments before he was on her. His mouth took possession of hers, his hands were everywhere and his hard cock was pressed up against her deliciously. Yes, this is what they had both been missing. The cold nights without the feel of each other's skin was maddening.

Allison's back collided with the tiled wall of the shower as Nathan's body maneuvered hers into a position he quite liked. His hands slid down her body to grasp the back of her thighs, lifting her up to position his cock properly in order to slam home. Allison ripped her mouth from his and screamed as he thrust into her.

He wasn't gentle, he was a man on a mission. His mission was to get them both to come in the shortest amount of time possible and to possess her. Nathan had that kink, he needed to mark, brand and own her. He was a generous lover, but had a slight darkness about him that only Allison ever truly saw.

"Who do you belong to, Allison?" Nathan hissed, keeping his cock pumping in and out of her body relentlessly.

Allison moaned, eyes shut, but said nothing. No, this was a little power trip he played. He would drive her insane until she utterly submitted to him, owning up to the fact they both knew, he owned her. It may sound sick, twisted or whatever anyone outside would think but he was the oxygen in her lungs and she was the blood pumping through his veins. The need to be with one another was something akin to a basic necessity such as needing food or water.

"Are you going to force me to drag it out of you, sweetness? I do love when I have to do that." Nathan growled, slowing his thrusts to keep Allison on the cusp of an orgasm.

"No, don't you fucking dare! Nathan, you, I belong to you. Always you, just let me come!" Allison shouted, eyes snapping open and looking into his blue ones.

She watched as his lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk at hearing her words. Her hands went into his dark hair and dragged his mouth to hers as his thrusts sped up. They were panting into each other's mouths, the promise of an orgasm was close. He kept hitting that sweet spot inside of her until she exploded, her scream swallowed by his lips. She felt his thrusts quicken, letting her ride out her orgasm and forcing his own.

"Fuck, I love you so much," Nathan moaned, forehead pressed against hers as his orgasm took over his body.

"I love you, too. We should actually shower now before we use all the water on the Upper East Side, N." Allison teased gently, kissing his forehead.

"That is just a nice way of you asking for me to clean you." Nathan chuckled, sliding out of her body and setting her feet to the floor of the shower.

"Oh, you know it. I love when you wash my hair." Allison winked.