And he tried to be sweet and gentle, but my harsh demands soon put an end to that, and then it was a case of trying to hold onto the tiles for dear life, slipping and sliding, moans filling the steamy confines of the bathroom. The possession was hard and deep, and with each and every single one of the powerful strokes that were inflicted, each one a claim that was accompanied by sharp nips to my collarbone, or grunts or whispers in my ear, the easier it was to lose myself in the moment.

And when his hand reached around, taking hold of my own staining member, working it...