Always Us

worlds apart

"Keep calling my name," he groaned as he dipped his hand into his pants. His fingers wrapped around his cock, freeing it from the confines of his sweats.

Her stomach clenched as he stroked himself on the other side of the glass door—too far away from her.

"Spencer," she whimpered, collecting more of her slickness and dragging it up to her clit. Her free hand shot up to her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers. The flutters intensified. She needed him. "Please baby, come in," she begged.

He followed her instruction but kept a few feet between them. "Cum first."

Desperate to please, her fingers took on a furious pace, rubbing her clit until she couldn't take anymore. Her body shuddered, but the orgasm was quick and unfulfilling. And before she even had a chance to vocalize the feeling, he was turning her body around.

A load moan poured out of her when she felt him press against her ass, thick and warm. Hers. Her hips bucked as he slid between her thighs, coating himself in the sticky residue from her orgasm, his heat radiating against her center. They rocked against each other, both of them desperate to cum, but knowing that they wouldn't last long once he made it inside. When he finally pressed in, her head fell back onto his shoulder, her eyes falling shut as the pressure of his thickness consumed her.

"You're so tight," he groaned. Burying his head into the crook of her neck, he wrapped his arms around her midsection and began to snap his hips against her backside.

Their breathing grew labored as his strokes sped up and his arms tightened. He was squeezing a little too hard, but she craved more of him—both around and inside of her. After two long weeks without him, anything he would give, she was willing to take.

Her second orgasm built fast, which worked in her favor since his strokes didn't take long to get sloppy. They came together, her muscles clenching onto him as two grunts signaled his release.

Her legs trembled as she turned in his arms and desperately attacked his lips. "I missed you," she gasped between kisses. His palms slid down her back, over her ass, and gripped onto her thighs. Next thing she knew, she was hoisted on his waist, her back pressed against the wall.

"I've been going crazy without you," he moaned as his tongue swirled around her nipple. His mouth hungrily sucked at her breast before finding its way back to her lips. Locking her fingers behind his head, she kissed him passionately, her hips grinding slowly against his chiseled abs.

Neither of them particularly cared about the water they were wasting as the shower stretched on. In the cloud of steam, their hands caressed every bit of each other that they could. And once they managed to get through actually washing their bodies, they stood, clinging to each other, rocking slowly under the waterfall. Feeling Spencer's heart beat against her chest, Olivia's own pulse slowed to match his.

"You good?" he murmured.

"Mhm," she sighed, grazing her fingertips along the back of his neck.

Reaching behind her, he turned the shower handle. A content smile graced her lips as he handed her a towel. The warmth enveloped her as she stepped out after him, following him to the sink. Side by side, they dried themselves off.

"Do you wanna take a nap?" she smiled at him. The thought of sleeping next to him, naked and fresh out of the shower sounded like paradise.

He made eye contact with her through the mirror. "Oh, I'm not done with you."

All thoughts of sleep vanished with her towel as he pulled it away from her. His head nestled into her neck, his lips working up to the back of her ear. Even though he spent his day beating his body to the bone in workouts and practice, she could feel in the way he moved that he still had pent up energy to release. She figured it wouldn't be too hard for her to get lost in him again. A nap would come eventually.