Why did I think I wanted a Prince Charming? None would have a chance against Erik Storm. How could I have resisted him for so long? How did I convince myself I could stay away from the sexiest man on Earth when every single part of me was screaming for his touch?
As I caress his face, he runs his hands over my body, his fingers tracing the lines and curves of my breast, slowly moving down over the curve of my waist until he reaches my hips. His hands briefly stroke the plumpness of my butt, then move up my back.
Erik’s kisses are powerful, insatiable, and I bite him, thoroughly enjoying the softness of his meaty lips between my teeth. He takes a break to look at me, eyes ablaze, cupping my face with possessive urgency. The hot water slides down his broad shoulders and spreads his hair over his back. It drips from his nose onto mine. It wets his lips and falls into my mouth, and I need—need—to feel the entirety of his massive torso.
I push him against the opposite glass wall and kiss every muscle on his smooth, husky chest, down his perfect abs and impressive V line. I close my fingers around his hardness, making him groan with pleasure, and he lifts me in his arms in a sudden, feral move, unable to stand it anymore.
“I need you,” his deep, hoarse voice says in my ear, his breath tickling me.
I put my arms around his neck, holding tight, and wrap my legs around his waist, my back against the cold wall once again.
“I want you so bad, Sol...”
I rejoice in his rough voice, his wonderful hands, his Asgardian body.
“Then come in,” I say on his lips with urgency, pressing him hard against my body. I’m so ready. I want him so bad too.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks in one breath.
“IUD,” I mumble with my forehead on his.
He makes an “mmm” sound that could mean “good” or a million other things, but I interpret it as intense desire that can’t wait another second. “I’m tested, okay?” he mutters with his mouth on mine.
I hold his face and kiss him hard. “Me too. Come in now.”
He slides in, slowly at first, and I kiss him with passionate fury, closer to combustion with every heartbeat. He’s still not close enough. I press my torso against his. It will never be close enough...
When I feel Erik filling every inch of me, opening yet more space, it’s so overwhelming, so sublime, that I hold my breath and sink my nails into his back. He thrusts into me, and I arch my back, groaning, needing him as I’ve never needed anyone.
He is strong, keeping me up effortlessly, and I’m so in lust that I hold him even tighter, moving with increasing urgency, the fire consuming me until nothing in the world matters but fucking Erik Storm.
“I can’t hold back anymore, Sol...you’re too hot.” He grabs my hair in a bunch while kissing me. He strokes my clit and kisses my neck, sending shivers down my spine and feeding my flames.
“Oh, Erik,” I whisper his name. The heat is stronger than ever. Oh, it’s coming... I can feel it building up, taking me over. “Together,” I say under my breath in the same vulnerable tone I used to utter the word before he kissed me. But it’s not a question this time. It’s an ardent plea.
We climax at the same time, our cries of delight echoing through the steam. He melts inside of me, throbbing and shuddering. I grip him with all my strength, chin resting on his shoulder. My legs are shaky, my mind foggy with pleasure. Our lips meet in a delicious kiss as he lowers me down to the shower floor. He caresses my face with the tip of his fingers, and we slowly pull apart, breathless, the hot water falling over our heads like a tropical storm.
“That was amazing,” I exhale, still feeling as if a thousand fireworks are exploding in my body.
“You can have it again if you want,” he whispers suggestively in between kisses. The idea delights me.
“How can I say no to that?” I smile, and he gives me another lengthy kiss.
Erik grabs the bottle of soap, depositing a small amount into the palm of his hand before gently massaging it over my body. My skin is still very sensitive, craving his touch. He turns me around, our slippery bodies meeting. He then lifts my left arm, puts it behind his neck, and soaps me from the tip of my finger, down my arm, stopping on my breasts, where he lingers. It’s so good and I’m so aroused, I might be ready again very soon.
We shampoo each other, the tips of his fingers running through my hair in a delicious movement. I sigh, enraptured, then I touch his long, soft hair and massage his scalp. When my fingers tease him behind the ears, he lets out a guttural sound of delight and grows hard again. I want his lips. I’m wild, beastly, so I turn around and claim his mouth once more.
“We should continue this in bed, don’t you think?” he whispers in my ear, cornering me against the steamy glass wall marked with our palms.
“Yes,” I say with such certainty, such impatience, he grins, turns off the water, and takes our towels. “Your bed or mine?” I ask, drying as fast as humanly possible.
“Yours. We built it together. Now let’s destroy it.”
I laugh and drop the towel on the floor, throwing my arms around him again. He lifts me as if we are about to enter our honeymoon suite, our lips locking in a fervid kiss as he carries me to my room.
The blinds are down, blocking any light from spilling in. Erik gently places me in bed and follows me to the mattress, positioning himself between my thighs.
He kisses every inch of my body, moving from my lips down to my neck, my breasts—oh jeez—and lowering to my belly, where his beard grazing over the sensitive skin under my navel makes me deliciously ticklish. He skips the middle, then brings the sole of my foot to his chest and caresses my leg with his fingertips before lowering his head to resume kissing me—first ankle, then calf, then thigh...until he is so far up, he is kissing my throbbing center.
No man has ever done this to me, and I almost can’t stand how good it feels, not only because he knows what he is doing and his grunts make clear he enjoys it—but mainly because it’s Erik. Erik fucking Storm kissing my pussy. I never, ever thought those words would cross my mind.
His tongue slips through my folds and circles my clit, stimulating me to volcanic heights. I grip the sheets, arching my back with a sigh of pleasure followed by a groan as he continues with his fingers so he can get back to my mouth. I moan and let out a breathy “Oh, Erik,” as I press him against my body, aching to feel him inside me.
His sultry kisses snap me into full consciousness, and I realize I want a turn to be in control too.
“I want you on your back,” I say with a confidence that doesn’t show up often.
Erik looks at me with fire in his eyes, and we roll. Landing on top of him, I shift my hips to position him at my wet entrance, slowly sinking down his hard length until he is seated inside me. I hold my breath all the while, the whole of my body and consciousness halting to concentrate and revel in the wonder, the deeply fulfilling sensation, of having Erik fit perfectly inside me. My heart pumps so hard I can almost see the red of the beautiful inferno surrounding me.
“Shit, Sol,” he groans because it’s so good for him too, and that turns me on even more.
I move my hips in a slow rhythm first, his hardness sliding in and out. I feel his desire building with mine at each thrust, our breaths growing faster, our hips following the rising beat of our lust. He cups my breasts with his large hands, and the pressure of his fingers on my nipples gives me the last bit of stimulation I need. I ride him even faster, eager for my release. My rapture.
We are synchronized again. We explode together, lips pressed in urgent need, bodies damp, quivering, the scent of soap so mixed with our seduction I will never be able to smell his shampoo without craving him under me. So completely surrendered. So completely mine.
I lie on his chest, our breath recovering, hearts decelerating until reaching a comfortable, steady pace.
“We succeeded,” I say at last, and he makes a sound of incomprehension that vibrates in his chest against my ear. “This was the wildest thing we could have done.”
