I hesitate for a fraction of a second, suddenly insecure. My hands tremble as I reach for the lacy hem that’s now bunched up around my waist.
“Hey beautiful.” Bane’s fingers cup my chin and tilt my eyes back into his. As he stares me down, I feel his hand slip between my legs again and he drives his fingers up inside me. My breath hitches. “Don’t be shy with me. I want all of this,” he murmurs. “All of you. Is that alright?”
“Yes.”
“Ava, look me in the eye and tell me. Please, baby. I need to know you want me.”
“I do, Bane.”
I see something new in his eyes, something I recognize because I feel it too: uncertainty. He’s really asking me. He kisses me now, deep and yearning. His free hand closes around my breast again, cupping and squeezing me. It’s almost more than I can take.
“Yes,” I moan.
I place my palms on his cheeks and pull his face closer to mine, holding him so our lips just barely brush against each other. Feeling his fingers inside me, his breath on my face, I whisper, “I want all of you, Bane. I want to be with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I moan. “Yes, Bane, for fuck’s sake…shut up and fuck me.”
A free, open grin darts wickedly across his face. “Yes ma’am! That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He takes a step back from me and slips his boxers off, stepping out of them and kicking them away. He’s naked, just like the first time we met. Only this time, it’s all mine: the killer and the lover, the tattoos and the testosterone. He’s big and cut and fucking sexier than anyone I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
“Take it off,” he repeats.
Trembling under his lascivious gaze, I obey. He’s enjoying watching me, which turns me on all over again. Bane sucks his breath in as my breasts bounce free of my dress. Biting his lip, he raises a hand to his cock and begins to stroke himself until he hardens even more. I can’t believe the size of him, the confident hedonism in the way he moves and watches me. His smile is broad as I finally lift the dress overhead and toss it away over the edge of the shower.
I’m totally naked. I can almost feel his gaze like a physical touch as he slowly rakes his eyes up from my ankles, along my calves and thighs. Bane grabs a condom out of his jeans and rolls the rubber down over his cock. He groans as his eyes travel over my bikini line and up my belly to my breasts, finally locking eyes with me.
“You’re my kind of woman,” he murmurs. “Soft and sexy and curvy and wet and fucking exactly my type.”
“Wet?”
With a devilish chuckle, he flicks the faucet and sends a warm stream of water cascading over us from the showerhead. I splutter and open my mouth to laugh but before I can make a sound, I feel Bane’s mouth closing over mine. His smooth, hard body wraps around me, pulling me into his arms. Our skin melds together, slickened and cleaned by the water. He kisses me passionately, deeply, leaning me against the tile wall and opening my legs.
Suddenly I feel his cock sliding between my legs, until the head presses into my opening. He pauses, drawing his hands down over my breasts. The water is steaming up the glass shower door and I can feel the sensation of heat and mist and water and Bane on every pore of my skin.
“I want you to be mine, Ava. Say you’re mine.”
“Does that make you mine too?”
“Don’t toy with me.”
Tilting his head back, he cups my face. His eyes bore into me again, flickering with meaning as he thrusts slowly, entering me for the first time.
“Holy shit!” I cry, panting, arcing my back into him. He’s big. It’s not that it hurts, but I have seriously never fathomed feeling this full and thoroughly fucked—so fast. He sighs as he reaches his limit inside me and we stare at each other.
“Yes,” he says, kissing my temple. “It makes me yours, too. If you’ll have me.”
He pulls out, leaving the head in, and then thrusts back a little faster.
“Jesus,” I moan.
“You ok baby?”
“Yes, Bane, I’m—oh god!”
He’s building up to a steady rocking, in and out, and I feel each movement of his hips and his cock inside me with hypersensitivity. Water is trickling between our slick naked bodies, lubricating each thrust. It’s like every cell of my body is awake for the first time, and horny as hell.
“You like that?” Bane grunts, jamming into me harder. “Yeah?”
I can feel his cock ramming up my inner walls and pressuring my g-spot. His hand is still on my breast, squeezing, and the other holds my hip as a guide, angling our bodies together. He begins to move his hips rapidly, thrust after thrust slamming into me and building a fire in my core.
“Yes…” I moan. “You feel so good.”
“Oh yeah, baby.” His eyes close as if in a trance. He pushes harder, his cock taking over my body and driving me over the edge of euphoria again. I’m onto my second orgasm, and I almost feel like he’s fucking me up all the way into my ribcage, through my brain, right into my soul. My body has come apart, my world has come apart, and Bane’s putting it all back together again in a new shape.
“Oh, god!” I moan. My scalp and fingers are tingling. “Yes!”
“Oh, Ava!”
“Bane! Harder! Right there.”
“Yeah. Fuck. Yes.”
“Yes!”
“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum.”
His voice breaks off in a stifled moan and he arcs his neck down so that he can kiss my mouth. His thrusts reach a frenzied climax until his body tenses and contracts. I feel his cock shudder inside me, and glowing warmth of his cum. With a gasp, he rips me away from the wall and crushes me to him in a powerful hold. His pulse is thundering through his body so intensely that I can feel it in my cheek against his chest. His arms are trembling around me.
“Ava,” he groans. “Oh my god, Ava.”
I feel his lips brush my forehead and turn my face up to his. His kisses cover my eyelids. We stand there in the shower, holding each other, as our breathing slows to a more normal rate.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “Bane, that was…I…”
I swallow, catching myself. I can’t give myself away too much.
Bane squeezes me reassuringly, gently pulling his cock out.