Chapter 22 So tight💦🍆

Chapter 22 So tight💦🍆
Daniel’s POV

I shouldn’t have come in.I told myself that during the entire walk down the hallway. Told myself again when I knocked and got no answer. Told myself one last time when my hand closed around the knob.
But the truth is, I was already lost the second I woke up this morning with the taste of her still on my tongue.
Last night replays in perfect detail every time I blink. Nora spread on the edge of the bed, thighs trembling, fingers knotted in my hair like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go.
The way she arched when I sucked her clit between my lips. The broken sob she let out when she came hard, sudden, flooding my mouth while her whole body seized.
I could have stayed there for hours, licking her through the aftershocks, swallowing every shudder, every drop. Instead I stood up, walked away, jerked off in the shower like a teenager so I wouldn’t crawl back in there and take what she was already offering.
I’m still thinking hard about it. And now I’m standing in the doorway of the guest bathroom, steam curling around me like smoke, staring at the one thing I told myself I couldn’t have.

The shower curtain is sheer white practically transparent when wet. It hides nothing.Nora stands under the spray, her head tipped back, water streaming over her closed eyes, her parted lips, down the elegant line of her throat. Her breasts are flushed, nipples tight and dark against pale skin. One hand is braced on the tile wall; the other is between her legs, fingers moving in slow, desperate circles over her clit. Her hips roll forward in tiny, helpless thrusts, chasing the pressure. A soft, needy whimper slips from her throat.
She’s thinking about me. She’s replaying last night the same way I am–my mouth on her, my tongue inside her, the way I groaned against her pussy like it was the only thing that mattered. And she’s touching herself because I didn’t finish what I started.

Guilt and hunger collide so violently I almost groan out loud.I step inside. The door clicks shut behind me.Her eyes snap open.
“Daniel…”My name on her lips sounds like relief and panic at once. Her hand freezes between her thighs. Water drips from her lashes. Her cheeks are already flushed, but the color deepens when she realizes how much I can see.
Everything.
Every inch of her slick, trembling body.I don’t speak at first. I just look slow and deliberate–letting my gaze drag from her face down her throat, over her breasts, past the soft curve of her stomach to where her fingers are still pressed against her swollen clit. She shivers.
I take one step closer.“I knocked,” I said calmly. “You didn’t answer.”
“I–” Her voice cracks. “I was…”
“Thinking about last night?” I finished it for her. My voice is low. “About my mouth on you?”
She nods once–small, jerky.“Say it.”Her lips part. Water runs into her mouth; she swallows anxiously.
“Yes.”
Another step. The steam clings to my T-shirt, making it stick to my chest. My sweatpants are showing my hard dick so there’s no hiding how hard I am. How long have I been?

“I walked away last night,” I tell her, my voice dropping even lower, “because if I’d stayed, I wouldn’t have stopped at your pussy. I would’ve flipped you over, spread you wide, and fucked you until the headboard cracked. Until you were sobbing my name and begging me to stop because you couldn’t come again. And then I would’ve kept going anyway.”
Her knees buckle slightly. She catches herself on the wall.“I wanted that,” she whispers. “I still want that.”
I reach for the curtain and yank it aside.Cold air rushes in; hot water splashes my forearms. I don’t care. I step under the spray fully clothed, crowd her against the tile, and take her mouth in a kiss that’s more claim than caress.

She moans into it–loud, desperate and hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging through wet cotton. I kiss her like I’m trying to crawl inside her skin, putting my tongue deep, teeth grazing her bottom lip, swallowing every sound she makes. My hands are everywhere–cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she arches, sliding down to grip her ass and lift her against me. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly.
I grind against her my hard cock pressing right where she’s aching. The friction through soaked fabric makes her cry out into my mouth.“Daniel–please–”I don’t make her beg twice.I reach between us, shove my sweatpants down just enough to free myself.
My cock springs out–heavy, leaking, veins pulsing. I notch the head against her entrance, feel how wet she is, how ready. Fuck!! She’s super wet.
One hard thrust and I’m inside her.

She screams–sharp, shocked.
Perfect.
Tight.
So fucking tight.
Hot.
Wet.
Gripping me like she never wants to let go.I freeze for half a second my forehead pressed to hers, breathing ragging
just feeling her pulse around me.
Then I start to move.
Hard.
Deep.
Relentless.

The tile is cold against her back, the water falling down heavily. I don’t care. I fuck her like I’ve been starving for it–long, punishing strokes that hit the spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
She claws at my shoulders, at my neck, at my hair. Her heels dig into my ass, urging me deeper.
“Harder,” she gasps. “Please–harder–”
I gave it to her. I hook one of her legs higher over my arm, open her wider, slam in so deep my balls slap against her with every thrust. The sound is crazy,wet, rhythmic, echoing off the tiles.
She’s loud–moaning, whimpering, chanting my name like a prayer.“Daniel–oh God–Daniel–”
I feel her start to flutter around me–clenching, fluttering, right on the edge.
Not yet.
I pull out abruptly.
She whines–high and frustrated. I shut off the water with one hand, scoop her up with her legs still wrapped around me, arms around my neck and carry her dripping out of the bathroom. We don’t make it far.I drop her onto the bed, the sheets still rumpled from last night and follow her down. I rip my soaked T-shirt over my head, shove my sweatpants the rest of the way off. Naked now. Hard. Leaking.She looks up at me with eyes glassy, lips swollen, chest heaving.