His Hidden Treasure (Completed)

Twenty-Nine

Our lips met in a fiery rush of passion and longing. His arms instinctively wrapped around me, pulling me closer as I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, deepening the kiss. The water from the shower washed over us, but I barely noticed, lost in the vivid sensation of his lips on mine.

He broke away for air only when absolutely necessary, his breaths coming out in shallow pants as he looked at me with burning desire. "Nila," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. I was too caught up to respond, pulling him back to me and capturing his mouth with mine again.

His hands found their way to my waist, guiding me slowly back against the shower wall. He carefully placed a hand beneath my thigh, lifting it to wrap around his waist as we continued to explore each other. It was intoxicating; the wetness of his skin against mine, the scent of soap and shampoo combining with the raw, musky scent of him was creating a dizzying heady mix that left me bereft of any rational thought. All I knew was that I wanted more; more of him, more of his touch, more of his intoxicating scent.

His lips traced a path down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there, drawing out a soft moan from me. His hands roamed freely now over my body, causing my skin to prickle and shiver under his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, an all-consuming fire that left me desperate and craving for more.

Abruptly, he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing me against the cold tiles of the shower wall. I gasped at the sudden coolness, which only seemed to ignite the heat within me further. His mouth found mine again, and we kissed with wild abandon, our wet bodies sliding against each other in rhythm.

His hands moved lower, palming my buttocks as he ground against me. Zephyr's hands slid down to my ass with a smirk. He lifted me up higher, finding his length pressing against my core. "Oh Dio, you're so wet."

I gasped into the kiss as I felt his length for the first time. Was this really happening? Should I stop him? He ground against me, his hard length dotting my entrance. "You feel so good," he whispered, licking and sucking my neck. I felt so warm against him, our hearts racing in tandem with desire.

He was careful not to hurt my still healing wound, but he couldn't resist teasing a bit more, rubbing his length over it softly. "Fuck... I want you Nila," he breathed out harshly, the words vibrating against my skin as his hips rocked against her core. He leaned into the wall next to me to support himself, pinning me under him and pushing closer as best he could.

I gasped into the kiss when his hips grinded lower and lower, thrusting upwards to meet him softly. His hand moved between us both, soapy water making its way around both of our bodies. I gripped the edge of the tiled wall, my other hand tangling in his hair as his fingers found my heat.

"Zephyr," I whimpered into the kiss, closing my eyes and throwing my head back in pleasure as his fingers teased and prodded at my entrance. He groaned against my lips, devouring them again as he stroked faster and faster. Moans escaped us both with each touch of lips on skin and fingers on flesh.

His other hand moved to my waist, holding me securely against the wall as his lips moved to my ear. "Tell me you want me, amore," he murmured, as his fingers worked with a precision I had never known before, expertly teasing and building up a crescendo of pleasure within me. The more he lavished attention on me, the more I craved him. My nails dug into his back as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

"Zephyr," I moaned, clutching tighter to him. He groaned in response, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "More..." I pleaded, lost in the intoxicating whirlpool of sensation.

His lips returned to mine with a fiery passion that matched the molten heat coursing through my veins. His fingers picked up their pace, relentlessly pushing me closer and closer to the edge until my body shuddered with delight.