Evan carried me into his bathroom and set me down, my lips swollen from his kiss as his hands grasped my body tightly. My nipples stood in painful peaks as his rough hands skimmed over the fabric of my bra. His lips traced a line down my neck and my skin pebbled with goosebumps.

I loved the way his beard felt against my skin. I wove my fingers into his hair as he sank to his knees, his hands making quick work of the zipper on my pants before he slid them down my legs.

One by one, each piece of my clothing was peeled off and discarded. His lips ran along the curves of my body as I shivered under his touch. The cool air of the bathroom had me quaking, but I ached at the warmth of his lips.

He got to his feet and stared down at me, his heated gaze pulsing with need.

He grinned at me before he stepped around me as my eyes followed him. I turned around to see the massive walk-in shower behind us, and smiled as he reached in to turn it on. The water was hot as the steam rose to the ceiling, and I found myself gravitating toward the warmth as I stepped into it.

I sighed as the hot streams pounded against my back, and I closed my eyes while I heard the sound of Evan’s clothes dropping to the ground.

He got in behind me and pressed his strong chest against my back. My body was drenched in water and my hair was soaked. Little streams were trickling down my erect nipples as the steam cleansed my body. I turned to him, reached out my hands, and planted them on his skin, feeling along the divots and crevices his rippling muscles made.

I couldn’t contain myself any longer and promptly sank to my knees.

Without another word, I pulled his cock between my lips. Humming in satisfaction as he groaned in surprise, his hand quickly tangled into the wet tendrils of my hair. I ran my tongue along the vein protruding along the shaft of his dick, then hollowed out my cheeks and felt his legs shake for me.

I grinned around him as his grip tightened against my head.

Slowly, he began to thrust. I swallowed his dick down until I choked on it, then I hummed to make up for what I couldn’t take in. The sounds that were pouring from Evan’s mouth puckered my skin, dripping juices between my legs even without his touch. I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling them contract and shake underneath my fingernails. I wrapped my hands around his body and dug into his ass, gripping the muscles that were thrusting his hips into my face.

His body was perfect, and I just couldn’t get close enough to it.

“Fuck me, Melanie. Your mouth—it’s too good. Ugh. Shit.”

I hollowed out my cheeks one last time and I could’ve sworn he was about to cum. His breathing became ragged and his knees grew weak. His back leaned against the wall and his hand shook against my scalp. I bobbed my head faster and lapped my tongue around the head of his cock, but before I could pull his hot fluids from his body he pulled me back.

I whimpered at the loss of him between my lips as he sighed.

“Too good at that,” he said, gruffly.

He pulled me to my feet and held me against him. His lips pressed kiss after kiss on my shoulders while his hands traveled the length of my naked body. His calloused hands were just the right roughness, leaving me breathless but not frightened.

With one swift move, Evan lifted me up and pinned me between the wall and his body. He brought his mouth to my breasts and suckled first one hard nipple, then the other. It was all I could do to keep myself from coming right then. I peppered his forehead and cheeks with kisses before leaning and sucking his earlobe into my mouth. A quick nip had him trembling.

He adjusted me so that I could slide down onto his erection, and I gasped as I felt him fill me. He stilled for just a moment as if to collect himself, before starting to thrust slowly upward. I locked my legs around his waist and rolled my hips against him. His cock felt so good seated deep inside of me. My clit was throbbing, desperate for attention. Evan slipped his fingers between us and began to circle the little nub with his thumb. I moaned loudly with each stroke and ground down harder onto his cock. With every thrust, I felt him growing against my walls.

The sensations he pulled from me left me breathless and soon my legs began to quiver.

Evan held me firmly with one strong arm as he continued to pound into me and work my clit. I threw my head back and called his name over and over again as I came hard, my juices splashing over his cock and balls. With one final thrust, Evan roared his orgasm into my hair as he filled my pussy with his hot seed.

“Fuck, Melanie. You have no idea how fucking fantastic you feel,” he said.

“I think I have an idea,” I said, grinning, my head limp on his shoulder.

He gently lifted me off him and turned me around so my back was to him. I heard him squirt shampoo in his hands and he worked his strong fingers into my hair. I moaned at the sensation as he patiently washed every inch of my body, taking special care with the places he’d just left. His tenderness left me nearly breathless, and when he was done, I turned and looked deeply into his eyes.

What I saw reflected back at me nearly brought me to my knees. In his eyes, I didn’t see a victim. I didn’t see a woman who was stuck in a rut, unable to find a job, unable to fully trust a man and give herself over. Instead, I saw the strong, confident, beautiful woman that Evan saw me to be. In that moment, I knew everything I needed to know about him.

He lifted me and carried me out of shower, tenderly drying me off and laying me down in his king-sized bed. He got in next to me and wrapped himself around me, pulling the thick covers up over us and warming me. He kissed my hair gently and my eyes fluttered closed as his warmth enveloped me. That night I had the sweetest dreams and woke in the morning with him still next to me.