It already is.
The front door raked against its jam in the distance. Ehma panicked. This time, like the few before, she wondered how she did what came next. She had wanted to be invisible. To go unnoticed in this odd string of events. Instead of all that, the light switch made an audible click and she was embraced by the unjudging darkness. Pure and empty, with only the muggy heat of the shower to remind her that she was alive.
Water rained over her face as she made a conscious effort to slow her breathing. Her chest rose with each gasp of air. Over and over. Over and over. And then the bathroom door opened and a wedge of light pierced her black world.
It dwindled without the addition of the bathroom light and she stood there with clenched fists. Even with the water running, her heart thudded so loudly. She was in the process of making one last pass at herself—sniffing for strange odors—when a hand touched her back.
He wasn’t even going to pull the curtain back? He wasn’t even going to try and see who was in the shower? She rolled her eyes at that thought, realizing she was the reason it was dark in the first place. The hand inched inwards towards her spine and she inhaled one last preemptive breath. It’s now or never.
Don’t be scared to take—
Water sloshed around her ankles as she turned. Her eyes had already begun to pick out shapes in the dark and she grabbed for the hand angled around the closed curtain. He let himself be pulled and then his open palm was on her breast. A gentle touch that turned powerful as the weight of it settled into his hand, her heart pounding in anticipation.
Careful to avoid the curtain as much as possible she leaned closer. A second hand waited for her, just beyond the veil of mystery. Ehma found it and willed it to her waist, savoring the goosebumps his touch brought.
Her ass wasn’t the type that most men obsessed over, but his fingers dug trails through her skin nonetheless. She couldn’t let him stop there. She wouldn’t.
With fingers pinned against his shirt just above the waistline of his jeans, a moment later her thumb was on his button. He was distracted by the puckered nipple at his fingertips and slick texture of her slit hidden by the curve of her butt. That was fine. Better than fine. His zipper came next and she lost herself in the silent quest to find what should have been hers all along.
A low growl reverberated in her throat when she found it, the precum at its tip slick in her hand. It was clear he had forgotten all about the little slut probably waiting for him in the living room. That was even clearer when his hands pulled away and his shirt hit the floor. His pants and boxers came next in one swift motion.
Ehma shuddered as he stepped into the shower, the cold burst of air replaced by his muscular build. Hands took her face and pressed her against the wall, the fullness of his shaft forced between her thighs. His grip on her neck and chin tightened as he kissed her, a ravenous act that left her arms limp and her bottom lip sore. Everything else within her boiled with heat, her vaginal muscles aching with lust.
As the length of him slid against her clit, he bent her leg over his arm. All of the emotions that had been building within her, all of the desperation she felt for this man—even if she couldn’t explain why—melted as the crown of his dick penetrated her. The thickness of him drug her labial folds inward with his advance, and biting at the meat of his neck was all she could do to keep from screaming.
The entirety of her body flexed in pleasure as an indescribable wave crashed into her. Over her. Inside of her. He wasn’t even halfway in and already her walls were contracting as he forced her to take what felt massive to her. With each thrust, the length of it bent and then slid further. Deeper. Her pussy lips folded in on themselves steadily the more he filled her.
By the time his fat head rested against her cervix, it felt like he was burrowed in her stomach. A long stroke out and a hard thrust in. That was all it took for her legs to begin shaking uncontrollably. She struggled to accommodate his depth, her eyes clenched against the welcome intruder.
If she could just focus on being quiet—if she could just do that, everything else would be fine. That proved easier than expected as each thrust stole her voice. All she could do was gasp for air mid-stroke. It was a beautiful pain she hadn’t expected, but now that he was changing the shape of her insides she was happy to have it. Happy, even as the tears rolled down her cheeks and onto his back.
Maybe he felt the unsteadiness in her as she wobbled against his chest. Maybe he sensed her building towards a second climax. Maybe he just wanted to make sure he thoroughly fucked her in the dark where their imaginations could fill in the blanks.
Either way, his spare hand ducked under the leg she stood on and her balance shifted as he lifted her completely off her feet. Both hands shot to her ass and gripped tight to support her. She panted in ecstasy then as she clung to his shoulders for dear life while his cock thudded in short bursts against her cervix.
Ehma could feel his precum, as it coated her vaginal walls and then mixed with her own juices from her previous orgasm. She hadn’t had sex since before she turned eighteen. She hadn’t had sex since she left home. Was this even considered sex? What he was doing to her was savage and she loved it.
As his tempo increased, she humped back furiously using the tiled wall as leverage to drop her weight. She was impaled on him, over and over. Another orgasm came as his thick cock slammed into her and the tiniest of screams scratched its way through her lips. She couldn’t think about that anymore. All she could do was give in to the pressure building in her stomach. A feeling she knew came only after an orgasm.
Her legs swayed limply as her arousal built and then partially clenched as she fell over the edge. With his strong arms wrapped around her waist, Ehma was pulled into him again and again. He all but commanded her to cum at his desire. And she did as he continued to batter her poor pussy with solid thrusts that caused her legs to cramp.
Water splashed between their bodies as her breasts slapped against his chest. Just a little more, her mind begged. With his gorgeous cock lodged in her womb, it wouldn’t be long. And then she felt it.
The intense sensation washed through her and then washed over him. He was making her pussy talk and it sounded like delicious macaroni being stirred. Her pussy was telling him she was squirting, the evidence clear by the squishing sounds as their hips collided.
This was it. This was what she wanted. All those days spent, lost. Abandoned. Terrified. Her fears evaporated his grip then just like the night he had shown her one simple act of kindness.
If she could have held on to that feeling forever, she would have. The fullness of his back muscles as she clawed at them. The warmth of his frantic breaths as he forced their bodies to meet, each solid impact causing her brain to tingle. Just as her body released a powerful jet of liquid at his feet, she felt the cock lodged in her womb swell against her G-spot and then begin to blast inside her womb.