The steam surrounded us as thick as fog. The bathroom faded away behind the mist, the cool, silvery metal of the faucet the only reminder that we were actually in a shower right now. It was almost as if we were in our own little world. Shrouded, protected, and warm.

Mason reached under my chin and tilted my head up. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. His other hand continued to rub between my legs, grazing my sweet spot.

If he was trying to get me all riled up again, then he really didn't need to try that hard. I was just as ready for him now as I had been the first time. Still, a little bit of teasing and resistance was all part of the fun. It would be too boring if I gave in to him that easily. Besides, there was still the little matter of "reciprocation" that I hadn't been able to take care of earlier.

I gave his hard member a squeeze. I could feel a soft moan vibrating in his chest. I pulled away from him, smiling.

"My, my. What a treat," I teased. "I don't think I've ever been able to go for two rides in one day before."

"Sounds like you need a better horse." He winked.

"Horse, huh?" I chuckled. "Well, that certainly explains the size. Too bad there's just one little problem."

"Huh? What?"

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my thigh against his hard member. "You said you'd stuff me earlier, but I'm still very, very hungry. Mind if I have a little snack before lunch?"

It didn't take long for what I was saying to click in his head. His eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Not at all. After all, what kind of man would I be if I just left you here to starve? Please, help yourself," he offered.

I leaned up and pressed my lips against his again. Then I pressed them against his jaw. Then his neck. Then his chest. I kissed my way down his body, going lower and lower as I slowly got onto my knees in front of him.

His member stood out stiffly as if eagerly awaiting what I had in store for it. I couldn't deny that I felt a little bit of anticipation myself. It had been so long since I'd last done something like this. Hell, it'd been so long since the last time I wanted to do something like this. But as I wrapped my hand around his warm shaft, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to taste him.

I pressed my lips against the tip. His skin was hot. Whether it was from the heat of the shower or his body temperature rising, I couldn't be sure, but either way, the sensation thrilled me. And, apparently, I wasn't the only one.

As I moved my hand gently along his shaft a soft moan filled the air around me. The first few sticky drops of anticipation began to ooze from the tip. Almost as if by instinct, my tongue slipped out to lap at them.

The second my tongue touched his skin, his entire body shivered. He rested his hand against the wall of the shower as if using it for support. It made him look weak and vulnerable. Defenseless, almost. And it only made me want to tease him that much more. To push him to his limit. To see exactly how much it would take before I could break him down.

Without any hesitation, I took him in my mouth. I pressed him deeper and deeper down my throat, taking him in as far as I could without gagging. I was worried it might not be enough considering how big he was. However, no sooner had I gotten him halfway down than I felt his hand gripping my hair, trying to stop me.

"Hey, hey. Slow down," he groaned, tugging my hair back.

I pulled back slowly, watching with satisfaction as his eyes rolled back in his head a bit. Once the head was at my lips, I gave it a small, teasing lick before smiling up at him.

"What? Complaining already? I've barely even started."

"Exactly. And at the rate you're going 'barely even started' is about as far as we're going to get," he warned.

"Well, we certainly wouldn't want that, now would we?" I paused pretending to think about it. "Hmm, then again, if you're already this on edge, then maybe I can make it a personal best."

He tugged my hair playfully. "Talk is cheap. Why don't you put your money where your mouth is."

"Sorry, but I've got something better than 'money' in mind for that."

I leaned in, trailing my tongue along his shaft. His fingers tightened in my hair, but he didn't try to hold me back anymore. I placed the tip just inside my mouth bobbing my head gently, teasing him. I could feel him getting bigger as his excitement built.

Then, all at once, I pressed him as deep into my mouth as I could. I gagged slightly as his hard member pushed against the back of my throat. It was a little uncomfortable, but that was part of what made it enjoyable. Challenging myself, seeing exactly how much of him I could take in. Not to mention the result it got.

"Fuck!" he hissed through his teeth.

I could feel that familiar tingling building between my legs as I heard him. Knowing that he was enjoying himself, that I could drive him crazy to the point where he just couldn't help an outburst like that, it turned me on just as much as the actual foreplay did.

I reached my hand between my legs to brush against my sweet spot. I hummed contentedly at the sensation.

"God damn it, Maggie! I know you said you were trying for a record or some shit, but do you really have to dial it up to a goddamn ten like that?"

He sounded like he was bitching about it. However, his member was a lot more honest with me than he was. I could feel it pulsing excitedly against my tongue. He thought he was having a hard time now? I was about to show him exactly what as was capable of doing when I was at a "goddamn ten."

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed innocently in response.

I swear to God his knees practically buckled. He moaned, leaning heavily against the wall. His eyes were wild with lust and excitement as he looked down at me, panting.

Having his eyes so intensely focused on me like that, I couldn't help but realize myself the kind of sight I must have been right now. Wet, naked, down on my knees with a man who wasn't my husband halfway down my throat. It certainly stirred up an odd cocktail of emotions inside of me. Shame and excitement, fear and ecstasy. But, as always, there was one that stood out above the rest. The same thing I felt every time he looked at me with those dark, hungry eyes of his.

Lust.

I kept my eyes locked on his as I pulled back and swallowed him down my throat again and again. However, he wasn't exactly one to back down without a fight either.

It was like we were in the world's sluttiest stare-down. Neither one of us willing to look away from the other. And why would we? After all, wasn't that how this whole little game of ours started?

Watching, staring, mesmerized and unable to look away? Wasn't that what first drew me to him? Wasn't it those same hungry eyes of his that first made me want to reveal myself to him? Wasn't it that same thrill of being wanted and desired that made me want to take things this far in the first place?

Now I was here. In his home. Under those very eyes that always seemed to break me down and make me do things that I'd never even imagined myself capable of. And all I wanted was to monopolize them. To burn my image so deep into them that he would never be able to forget it. To leave my mark on him forever.

Then, all at once, it came to a halt. His hand suddenly tightened in my hair tugging me back. His member fell from my mouth. I looked up at him in surprise, panting as I tried to catch my breath.

"Get up."

His voice was low and husky with desire. There was an urgency in it as he spoke that made me feel compelled to listen. My body seemed to move on its own as I pushed myself up from my knees to a standing position.

Immediately his hands grabbed my waist, pulling me to him. His mouth sought mine, his tongue quickly filling the emptiness that his missing member had left there. As if on instinct, my arms wrapped around his neck to draw him closer to me.

I followed his lead as he turned us away from the water. His hands slid down my waist until they rested on my thighs. Without warning, he lifted me suddenly. I gasped as the ground disappeared from beneath my feet, clinging to him.

He, however, seemed completely unaffected by this. His eyes were just as intense as before as he pressed my back against the wall of the shower.

"Wrap your legs around me," he murmured. More of an instruction than a request.

Again, my body did as he said without question. A small smile tugged at the edges of his lips as my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His hands slid back to grab my ass.

"Hope you don't mind, but I figured it was my turn to pick the position this time," he commented.

I shivered a bit as I felt the tip of his member pressing against my lower lips. "I don't mind, but are you sure you want to do it like this? I mean, won't it be-"

A loud moan finished that sentence for me as I felt him press his way inside of me. Despite the obvious lust in his eyes, he still had that damn cocky smile on his face as he watched me squirm with pleasure.

"Oh, sorry. What were you saying?" he asked innocently.

Like I was honestly supposed to fucking remember after something like that. I glared at him, but only half-heartedly. And he could tell too. He had a smug look of victory plastered all over his face.

But I was done with these little games of his. If he thought he had the upper hand just because we were in this position, then he was sorely mistaken. And I wasn't afraid to let him know that either.

I pulled him closer with my legs, tightening myself around his member. That cocky attitude of his disappeared in a second. A small grunt of pleasure rumbled in his throat as the lust returned to his eyes. I leaned in and grazed my teeth against his neck.

"Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to fuck me?" I challenged.

That lit the spark in him. Lust and defiance flashed in his eyes as he loosened his hold on me. I wasn't worried about falling or anything though. Oh no. His grip on me was still too strong for that. Instead, I gasped as the full force of gravity suddenly buried him to the hilt inside of me.

I never realized my body could feel so full. I remembered all those times I used to sit around and wonder about how it would feel to have him inside of me. But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that it would feel like this. It was like he was trying to split me in half in the best possible way. My nerves were sparking with excitement as I felt him stretching me from the inside out.

God, we hadn't fucked that long ago. Why did this feel so different? Could one small change in position really make him feel that much bigger? I had no clue, but he wasn't going to give me much of a chance to dwell on it either.

Apparently, he took that little challenge of mine to heart. No sooner was he inside of me than he began to fuck me senseless. His fingers gripped me tightly as he pounded into me again and again and again. I swear I could hear the goddamn shampoo bottles rattling on the shelf with every thrust.

It was rough, desperate, and so damn good.

I'd never been interested in rough sex before. I don't even think the thought had ever really crossed my mind. But now? The slight way that his nails stung as they bit into my skin, the feeling of the hard wall against my back as it resisted his attempts to drive me through it, the way his member slammed into the deepest parts of my body over and over and over again. It was intoxicating. I couldn't get enough of it. And, apparently, neither could he.

"God, you feel so fucking good."

A huskiness in his voice made it sound more like a growl than a moan. I gasped as he pressed himself deep inside of me, grinding against me.

It was like his body fit mine perfectly. Every little grind hit just the right spots inside of me, sending a shower of electricity surging throughout my nerves. My moans mixed with the sound of his labored breathing, filling the steamy air.

I felt like I was losing my mind. And he knew it too. In all this time, never once had he taken his eyes off of me. I could practically feel them on me as they scanned over my body. However, most of all, he seemed interested in my face.

Every little moan or whimper I made, every time I bit my lip or rolled my eyes back, he was right there to see it. And every time he did, I saw his eyes light up with excitement.

"Mmm, fuck!" he cried out suddenly.

His grip tightened on me as his thrusts picked up speed. He was getting close. And honestly, I wasn't that far off myself.

The steam of the shower, the warmth of his body, this heat building more and more inside of me. It was like I was burning from the inside out. Like at any moment my body might be set ablaze, engulfing us both in its raging flames. Then all at once, it exploded.

A low moan filled the air as he pressed himself in me as deep as he could. I could feel his member twitching and pulsating inside of me. Apparently, that was the final straw for my weak-willed body. My nails dug into his back and my moans filled the air as waves of ecstasy surrounded me. I could feel his juices leaking out and dripping down my body as I held tightly to him, almost begging him to be closer. He leaned in, resting his head against my shoulder gently as if asking for the same.

As the waves of passion began to die down, the room slowly started to come back into focus around us. The condensation dripping down the shower door, the soft pattering of the shower against the floor, the heavy sound of our breathing as it filled the air.

After a moment, Mason lifted his head to look at me, a soft smile on his face. "So... was it good for you?"

I couldn't help the small snicker that escaped my lips. "Yeah. Yeah. It was good for me."

"Good... Umm..." He paused as if thinking of something. He looked conflicted.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, umm... I was just wondering... Do you... mind if we just stay like this for a minute?" he asked sheepishly.

I was a little shocked by his request. I mean, I didn't really mind, of course, but I was a bit surprised. If anything, I would have thought that he would have been tired of carrying me by now. Still, after everything we'd just done, seeing this soft, innocent expression on his face...

"Yeah," I answered, wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly in a kind of full-body hug. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "We can stay like this."

He didn't say another word. He just slid his hands up to wrap around my waist tightly.

The world was quiet around us. Like it was only the two of us here. Silent, peaceful, and content. The two of us wrapped tightly in this odd, yet comforting embrace.

A moment of bliss. Of pure happiness and comfort. And a moment tinged unavoidably with dread and sorrow. Because the unavoidable truth remained: at some point, we would both have to let go.