I watched as Ryan got up and left the dining room the moment he was done eating, and I couldn’t bring myself to call him back. Thinking of what he’d said, I could guess why he was acting the way he was. The grief must have been strong because it probably hadn't been that long ago.

I finished eating by myself and left the table just as the maids were coming in to clear it.

“He probably went to his room,” I murmured to myself.

I knew where his room was, of course, but I’d only ever gone there with an invite. So, I was a little hesitant just to go barging in when he was dealing with something personal. It hurt to think of it that way, but technically, it wasn’t like he and I had a relationship. It was an agreement, with a contract and everything. It didn’t suddenly make me his girlfriend or make us best friends who talked about everything with each other.

“I should leave him alone,” I decided.

Still, as I walked up the steps, I couldn’t help feeling worried. I remembered him waking me up this morning, then stalling just long enough to be outside my door by the time I got out so we could walk to the dining room together. It had been so sweet of him, and it had made me happy.

But then, I just had to get nosy.

“Fuck it, Lexi,” I sighed.

My own story was nowhere near as tragic as his. My dad had been gone for a long time; I could even argue that I missed the idea of him, rather than missing him, because I barely remembered him. Mom and I had never quite gotten along, so that was nothing new. For Ryan and his son, though, the wound was fresh, and I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the little boy that had lost his mom too early.

I hesitated in the hallway upstairs, but with a sigh, I went back to my room.

Ryan had woken me up for a shower, but all I’d done was wash my face, brush my teeth, and wipe myself down. I’d tried to hurry so I could go out to meet Ryan, and he probably just didn’t notice. Now, though, I wanted that shower.

I stripped and dropped my clothes on the floor as I went to the bathroom. I turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror, running my hands through my hair. Internally, though, I was worried about Ryan.

After a few seconds, I reached my hand under the spray, and while it was only a little warm, it was better than icy cold. I stepped under the spray, ducking my head under it to let it soak my hair before pushing it back and blinking my eyes open, only for them to grow wide as I saw Ryan there, pulling off his boxers then coming toward me.

“Shhh,” he placed his finger to my lips then he reached out to the side and took a sponge. He uses the sponge to clean around my breasts keeping his eyes on mine. He’s bathing me, cleansing my troubles away and I close my eyes and let him. He releases some of the water and my breasts ease and relax as it drips down them. He changes position and I sit on the bench at the edge of the bath. He kneels in front of me and opens my legs and then he moves the sponge gently over my exposed body.

He starts circling the sponge across my neck while giving extra care and attention as I tilt my head from side-to-side. I keep my eyes closed. If I open them, I’ll be tempted to kiss him or want him to put his length inside of me. He moves the sponge between my legs while gently caressing my pussy, making sure not to deeply penetrate it, but just brushing it with the strands.

I groan as my wetness takes over, my pussy starts to throb harder while he moves gently in and out of me. Then, he stands up and glides it around my leg until he gets to my foot. As he holds onto my foot, he rubs the back of the sole of my foot and sucks on my big toe. He bites it lightly, I frown and open my eyes, and he whispers, “Relax.”

With his soft but demanding tone, I forget all of my worries. I relax my head back and release my hair with my arms hanging down to the sides, and I let him guide my sexual thoughts and movements. I let him continue to bathe my naked body, and I love it.

“Better?” he asks while he continues to lift my legs simultaneously brushing the sponge against them, making my pussy walls scream for him to push his length against them. He holds both of my legs, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I know where we’re going and I can feel his cock getting more erect by the second as he’s moving up and down teasing me.

“Put it in,” I demand with confidence. He’s changed this innocent virgin from Tulse Hill into a sex fiend, and he knows it.

Is it him, or the way he pleases me?

He moves away and says, “Come.”

We’re both dripping with bubbles covering most of our bodies and making a complete mess. I try and make sure I don’t slip, not only do I not have my contacts in, but my legs feel weak after the sensations he’s been giving me for the last few minutes.

As we enter, he puts the water on lukewarm, and it sprinkles all over our bodies. I lift my arms and flick my hair to the back of me. It forms a line to the arch of my back. He presses my back into the glass wall and then lifts me up. I’m elevated against the wall with only one thing left for him to do. He pushes his length inside me with one long slide.

No caution.

No warning.

He just thrusts himself inside of me. His big, fat cock enters me, and my pussy walls cover it like all their prayers have been answered.

I yell out, “Yes, Yes, Yes!” Water is running down my throat. My nipples are crushed against his chest, and my sex is crying out for him to fuck me. Shit, this man knows how to fuck a girl. I welcome it with open arms.

“That’s my girl. You feel that?”

I hold onto his shoulders and don’t respond. I pant as he thrusts into me harder. My nipples turn into pebbles as the water bursts over my body removing the sweat of our intensity. Every thrust feels like a release of his frustration. Every dig in his back is the depth of my anxiety. Every scream for him giving me the fuck of a lifetime. I hold onto him for dear life as he pushes my back harder against the glass wall.

I can’t believe that he’s making me feel this way. The sensations running through me are driving me mad. He cries out in ecstasy as I dig harder into his back.

“I want you to want me,” he says as he withdraws his dick and I slump down after I climax so hard around him. I’m still shaking like a withering leaf in the wind and my legs drop like jelly. My cunt walls cry like an injured child as he looks me in the eye and I try to focus on the water splattering all over my hair and my balance is in his control.

Is the great and powerful Ryan Gold, succumbing to feelings for me?

“I want you to want me,” he chants again forcefully as his length decreases after jetting his come inside me. I want to deny him the pleasure, so I avoid looking into his eyes but wipe the water splattering into my eyes.

You’re up to your old tricks! I know what you want.

We stand next to each other like two lost souls. He’s demanding that I look him in the eyes. Feeling broken about my lack of response and trying to figure out what’s going on inside my head, he moves my hand and then he turns my head toward him. He’s ignoring the water which is separating us, and I can’t resist any longer, and I say what is going on inside my brain.

“I want you,” I reply shakily, almost whispering as I surrender to him. His cock reacts to my words like a magnet because it’s erect and shoots up, back inside of me with force. This time, he wants to hurt me. He’s more vigorous, and with his tongue moving fervently in my mouth. I hold onto his head as if for dear life and with the same urgency. I need him to love me. I don’t want to be used. Please Ryan, don’t let this be a trick, I scream inside my mind

“I fucking want you,” I scream out even louder, through the glass walls. I feel the shake with him pounding in and out of me like a basketball on a court. In and out it rubs against my cunt walls as I shout it louder each and every time he penetrates me.

“I. Fucking. Want. You!”

He cries out as I dig harder into his back. He needs to make me finish. I’m so close to the edge.

He grunts so loudly while his movements are faster and I know him well; he’s about to come. He then pushes the button to turn off the water.

Panting and exhausted from our episode in the shower, he asks, “Did you mean it?”

I nod and then gently press my lips against his. “I mean every word.”

He carries me to the bed with water dripping down our bodies. His limp dick bounces up and down against my pussy. He delicately places me on the bed and then goes back to the bathroom, and gets towels. With the same gentleness, he dries my hair. I admire his softness and smile as he moves on and dries rest of my body.

I’m unable to speak while he dries himself and then pulls back the covers for us to crawl inside. I lay on top of him, with his arms wrapped around me. I squeeze him so tight, and he kisses the top of my head.