Ariana stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash over her face and cascade down her body. She lathered, taking extra time to enjoy feeling her hands all over her body. She kept expecting things to cool with Patrick. Thinking one or both would eventually grow tired and move on. It hadn't happened yet, but with situations like this it always happened, right? She thought back on all of her past lovers. None had ever been quite like this. Her fit with Patrick was more than just interlocking body parts.
She was so deep in thought she didn't hear the shower door slide open, then closed again. The hand on the back of her neck pushing her down and forward, the foot kicking her ankles apart, came as a complete shock. She looked down, noticing the sharp contrast in her deep brown skin and Patrick's creamy complexion, before she felt him slip inside her. It was so good her knees shook, nearly giving out underneath her. Patrick grabbed her ponytail and pulled gently, just enough to arch her back, and began drilling into her mercilessly.
Patrick could tell when he got into the shower she didn't realize he was in there. Her slight gasp when he bent her over, and her yelp of surprise when he slipped inside her, were like music. He no longer felt the need to impregnate her, he could see that he was in her bloodstream. They were together every night now, entwined between the sheets, or on the kitchen counter, or in the park, or in his car. There were no longer any boundaries, and while he held the reins there was something in her gasp that he was held by. Something in the way she said "please". He fucked her harder, losing his balance. They both toppled through the shower door, dislocating it, and fell onto the floor.
Ariana scrambled to climb atop him, to gain physical control, knowing that there was absolutely no way she would actually overpower him. Water from the shower sprayed everywhere as they wrestled on the floor, slick with soap. She leaned in and kissed him, he bit her lip. She slapped him, but climbed straddle and rode him. In response he took out her ponytail holder and grabbed a handful of hair in each hand. Holding them like handlebars as he pounded up into her, owning her even from underneath her. She screamed his name, shaking in orgasm.
Patrick took the opportunity to flip her onto her stomach, grab her hips and pull them up, push her head down, and push back into her. He began pounding mercilessly, even as she still shook in her orgasm. She tried to kick, to buck him off, but he held her waist, so close to cumming he risked losing it just from her motions. She recovered, and he began moving again, slowly this time. He wanted it to last. He wanted her to cum again. He felt himself on the edge and she whimpered again, going limp in his hands, and he lost it, pushing all the way into her and filling her full of his cum. He silently stood up, stepped back into the shower to rinse off, and walked back out of the bathroom. Ariana rolled over and looked at him, shaking and drooling in a puddle of water, soap, and cum. She realized she loved him.
When she recovered she stood up, stepped into the shower, rinsed off, and turned it off. She dried off carefully, throwing the towel onto the floor to soak up some of the water, then walked naked into her bedroom. Patrick lay naked across the bed, reading a magazine. The television on in the background.
"You can walk." he said snidely, not looking up.
Ariana wanted to jump on him, pin his arms, take back her power. Instead she walked past him to the closet without responding. She picked out a blouse and trousers, laid them across the bed, and walked to the dresser to pick out her underwear.
