The Last Night in Lisbon

“Come here,” he said softly, holding out his hand again.

Alex stepped into the spray, the hot water a welcome shock against her sensitive skin. Ben followed, crowding her against the cool tile wall. His hands were slick with shower gel, his touch firm and sure as he washed her—her arms, her breasts, the curve of her hip.

Alex returned the favor, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest and stomach, the V of muscle that disappeared beneath the water. They took their time, exploring each other with a newfound sense of reverence, the steam and the heat erasing the last of Alex’s fears.

When they were both clean, Ben reached for the bottle of lube he’d brought into the shower. Alex’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as he squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.

“Still with me?” he asked, his free hand cupping her face.

Alex nodded, leaning into his touch. “Still with you.”

Ben smiled, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “Good.” He nudged her gently, urging her to turn around. “Hands on the wall, baby. Spread your legs for me.”

Alex obeyed, her palms flat against the tile, her feet sliding apart on the wet floor. The movement exposed her fully, and she felt a flush creep up her chest, her nipples tightening in the steamy air.

“Perfect,” Ben murmured, his lips brushing the back of her neck. His slick fingers found her ass, circling her hole with a feather-light touch. “So fucking perfect.”

Alex shivered, her body tensing instinctively at the unfamiliar sensation. Ben didn’t push, didn’t rush. He just kept circling, his touch patient and steady, until the tension began to ease from her muscles.

“Breathe,” he reminded her, his voice a low rumble against her skin. “Just breathe and relax.”

Alex took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as Ben’s finger pressed forward. The intrusion was strange at first, a stretching sensation that bordered on discomfort. But Ben went slow, easing his finger in to the first knuckle and waiting for her body to adjust.

“You’re doing so good,” he praised, his free hand sliding around to cup her breast. “So brave for me.”

Alex moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as his thumb brushed her nipple. The combination of sensations—his finger in her ass, his hand on her breast, the hot water pounding down on them both—was overwhelming in the best way.

“More?” Ben asked, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

“Yes,” Alex gasped, her hips rocking back of their own accord. “More.”

Ben obliged, working his finger deeper with slow, careful thrusts. Alex whimpered at the stretch, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick tile. But the discomfort faded quickly, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache that made her clit pulse.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Ben growled, his finger sinking to the hilt. “So tight. So hot.”

Alex moaned again, her body clenching around him. “Ben, please. I need—”

“I know what you need,” he cut her off, his voice rough with want. He pulled his finger out slowly, making Alex whine at the loss. “Patience, baby. We’re just getting started.”

He added more lube, then pressed two fingers inside her this time. The stretch was more intense, the burn sharper. Alex stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.

“Breathe through it,” Ben murmured, his lips soft against her temple. “Push back against me. Bear down.”

Alex did as he said, focusing on relaxing her muscles and letting him in. The burn faded, replaced by a delicious fullness that made her toes curl. Ben started to thrust, his fingers scissoring inside her, stretching her open.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his other hand sliding down to circle her clit. “Take me. Take all of me.”

Alex’s knees buckled, her body trembling with the force of her need. She’d never felt anything like this—the deep, primal ache, the way her nerves lit up like fireworks with every thrust of Ben’s fingers. It was too much and not enough, and she never wanted it to end.

“Ben,” she gasped, her voice cracking. “I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he urged, his fingers crooking inside her. “Come all over my hand.”

Alex screamed, her body clamping down on his fingers as her second orgasm of the night crashed over her. She came hard, the pleasure bordering on pain, her vision whiting out at the edges.

Ben held her through it, his arms strong around her waist, his lips soft against her hair. When the aftershocks faded, he pulled his fingers out gently, turning her to face him.

“Ready for more?” he asked, his eyes dark and hungry.

Alex nodded, her body still trembling. “Ready for anything.”

Ben’s eyes darkened at Alex’s words, his grip tightening on her hips. “Anything?” he echoed, his voice rough with want.

“Anything,” Alex confirmed, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. “Take me, Ben. Make me yours.”

A growl ripped from Ben’s throat, and then he was kissing her, his lips crashing down on hers with a ferocity that stole her breath. Alex kissed him back just as fiercely, her tongue tangling with his, her teeth sinking into his lower lip. They stumbled out of the shower, their bodies still dripping, their skin slick against each other.

They didn’t make it to the bed. Ben crowded her against the bathroom counter, his hands rough on her thighs as he lifted her onto the cool marble. Alex wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, her hips rocking against the hard length of his cock.

“Lube,” Ben gasped against her mouth, reaching blindly for the bottle they’d left on the counter. “Need lube.”

Alex fumbled for it, her fingers slick and trembling. She handed it to him, her breath catching as he coated his cock in the slippery gel. The sight of him like this—hard and glistening, his eyes wild with need—sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through her.

“Hurry,” she whimpered, her nails scraping down his back. “I need you inside me.”

Ben didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against her slick heat. Alex whimpered again, her body tensing instinctively at the stretch.

“Breathe, baby,” Ben reminded her, his forehead pressing against hers. “Just like before. Relax and let me in.”

Alex took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing her muscles to soften. Ben pushed forward slowly, his cock sinking into her inch by inch. The stretch was intense, the burn sharper than his fingers had been, but the pleasure beneath it was deeper, more profound.

“Fuck,” Ben gritted out, his arms trembling on either side of her body. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”

Alex moaned, her head falling back as he worked his way inside. “More,” she gasped, her hips rocking up to meet him. “Give me all of it.”

Ben obliged, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. Alex cried out at the sudden fullness, her body clenching around him like a vise. Ben stilled, giving her time to adjust, his lips soft against her throat.

“Okay?” he murmured, his hands stroking her thighs.

“Okay,” Alex breathed, her body slowly relaxing around him. “So okay.”

Ben started to move, his hips rocking in slow, shallow thrusts. Alex met him stroke for stroke, her body quickly adapting to the new rhythm. The burn faded, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that made her clit pulse.

“Fuck, Alex,” Ben groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “You feel incredible. So hot. So tight.”

Alex moaned, her head falling back as his thumbs brushed her nipples. “Ben, please. I need—”

“I know what you need,” he cut her off, his voice rough with want. He shifted his angle, his cock hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. “Right there, baby. Feel me.”

Alex screamed, her body clamping down on his cock as another orgasm ripped through her. She came hard, her vision whiting out at the edges, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Ben followed her over the edge a moment later, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her with a guttural groan. They stayed locked together for a long moment, their bodies trembling, their breath mingling in the steamy air.

When Ben finally pulled out, Alex whimpered at the loss, her body feeling empty and overly sensitive. Ben chuckled, his lips soft against her forehead as he gathered her into his arms.

“Shower round two?” he asked, already reaching for the faucet.

Alex nodded, her body limp and sated against his chest. “Shower,” she agreed, her voice hoarse from screaming. “And then bed. You wore me out.”

Ben’s grin was wicked as he scooped her up and carried her back into the spray. “Oh, we’re just getting started, baby. The night is still young.”