Behind The Scenes

102. Jo

No matter how hard I try to resist, his body pressed into mine like this makes me lose my mind. I can't keep my hips still, my belly rubs against his erection and I feel the blood throbbing in my veins. Our bodies are one and I moan as he kisses my neck and holds one of my breasts in his hand.
"Hero..." I moan. I might as well come just like this.
He breathes heavily when he kisses me with jealousy and possession, and he tongue searches for mine. "What do you want, baby?" he asks with shortness of breath.
"I want you to..." I begin, but I don't want to say those explicit words to him.
He smirks. "Me to...? I need you to say this to fulfill your request." He is an asshole, but I love him.
I roll my eyes. "You have to make me say it, right?" I tell him and he nods. In the end I'm forced to say, "I want you to fuck me." Those words sound strange from my lips, when I say them Hero arches his eyebrows and comes out of the shower for a second to return with a condom in hand.
"Well, how?" he questions.
"What do you mean?" I ask confused.
He puts his hand to the side of my head after putting on the condom and whispers over the sound of the water, "How do you want to be fucked?"
Oh. I already know.
I take his hands and I put them under my thighs and he immediately understands. He lifts me up by wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Like this?" and he kisses me.
I nod. "Now please fulfill my request."
I close my eyes and moan when he finally enters me. My back is flat on the wall and he begins to slowly move in and out. The warmth in this bathroom makes it more pleasuring.
He pants as he pushes and it's the sexiest sound in this world. "Fuck..."
After a while I'm tired of this position, the tiles are uncomfortable. "Put me down," I tell him.
He frowns. "What? Why?"
"Just do it," I repeat and he lets me go.
I put my hands on his toned shoulders and his back leans against the wall. I push him down and he bends his knees, slowly lowering himself in front of me.
"What are you doing?" he asks with a smile on his face as he looks at me from below. "How fucking beautiful you are..." he says running a hand through his wet hair.
"Shh," I lean forward and put my index finger on his lips. I get down too and straddle him, I am placed on him.
"I thought you wanted to be fucked," he murmurs.
I take his face in my hands and hold his little fish cheeks for a moment. "Let's turn the cards. Don't you like being fucked by me?" I ask him, even though I know the answer, as I rub against him.
He rolls his eyes when he's back inside me and I moan. "God, of course I like it. I love you," he says softly on my lips, then he kisses me.
"I love you, Hero."
I keep going up and down on him, who has his back against the wall and his legs slightly bent on the ground. He gasps and groans, occasionally murmuring a few dirty words. I must admit that having sex in the shower, between the steam and the heat of the water, is much more beautiful, I feel the adrenaline running through my body.
"Jo..." he begins to say with heavy breathing.
"Yeah?" I say, short of air.
He puts his hand under my chin and looks me straight into the eyes, his eyes are almost completely black. He opens his mouth to say something but hesitates.
"Hey... tell me."
"Marry me."
What? That's the last thing I expected, really. "Hero, I don't..." Before I can say anything, I come moaning and he immediately afterwards.
We shower ourselves a second time, because we obviously sweat and finally we get out of the shower. While I blow dry my hair, Hero has passed a towel over his head and is sitting on the toilet with another towel wrapped around his waist. He is strange, perhaps gloomy.
I turn off the hairdryer and walk over to him. "What's wrong?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing I'm fine." When he says that, there is always something wrong.
I remember what he said earlier: marry me.
I sit on his lap and put a hand through his damp hair. "About earlier... you meant that?" I ask him.
"Well, yeah," he replies.
Okay... I sigh. "I can't marry you now."
He looks away from my eyes. "I know, but I want to marry you someday." He pauses and looks me in the eye again. "Do you want to marry me?"
I look around, as if looking for the answer written on the walls.
Seeing me thoughtful, he says, "Sorry. Shit, it wasn't even planned to tell you, but it just... crossed my mind and—"
I cut him off with a kiss. "Yes. I want to marry you," I tell him, and his smile widens so much that it reaches his cheeks and the dimple appears. "Next year?"
"Perfect!" He gets up and lifts me up in the air, then he puts me down and kisses me, his hands on my hips, just like we were at our wedding.
"I love you madly!" I exclaim laughing.
"Me too," and he kisses me again.