“Justice…” she whispers, her gaze taking in every inch of my frame. Her lips tremble, either from fear or from being wet and cold. “You’re…you’re beautiful.”

I wrap her in my arms, and the moment my lips touch hers, I feel revived. I hadn’t breathed since she walked away from me the night before. I didn’t know I was a dying man until I had her life on me– in me –tasting of hope and forgiveness. She winds her arms around my neck, and my hands make work of stripping off her soaked clothing, eager to feel her skin slipping against mine. I push her up against the shower wall and pull away just long enough to whip her dress over her head. Her bra is next, and the tiny scrap of lace that is her panties, quickly follows.

I know I should go slow and take my time with her; I may not get another chance to kiss an angel again. But with the taste of Ally on my tongue, and her soft, smooth skin pressed against mine, sharing my heat, I can’t even think about stopping now.

Reading my mind, she wraps her leg around my thigh, and we’re right back to where we were nearly 24 hours ago—me between her legs and her ankles locked at my waist. Yet without the barrier of our clothes, my dick slides right against her soft slit. All I have to do is bend my knees a bit and thrust, and I’ll be inside her.

As badly as I want to be buried balls deep within her walls, I want to make this last. I want Ally to remember this moment forever, even if it is a fluke. Even if I never touch heaven again. I want her to remember that I commanded her body like no one else, and gave her what she craves. What she’s never been given before.

With her riding my waist, I suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth, while plucking the other with my fingers. Ally gasps loudly and digs her short fingernails into my shoulders. My other hand holds her up by her bare ass, and I let it slip down further, finding her wet entrance. With my dick rubbing rhythmically against her clit, I insert the tip of a finger inside her pussy, causing her to cry out. She’s tight, yet I feel her throbbing, begging for me. I push in further and begin to finger-fuck her slowly, still teasing her clit with my cock while laving her breasts with my tongue.

I’m an excellent multi-tasker.

When I push in a second finger, I feel her walls quiver, approaching orgasm. She pants wildly, moaning, scratching at my hair and shoulders. I pick up the pace of my hips and fingers, and suck and nibble her nipples even harder.

“Wait, wait, oh God,” she whines.

“What?” I answer against her puckered nipple. I slow down, but I don’t stop. I couldn’t stop even if I tried.

“Something’s wrong with me. I feel weird. Oh…no…it’s too strong…oh.”

I resume my rhythm and smile slyly against her heated skin. “Nothing’s wrong. You’re coming, baby. You’re coming for me.”

I press the tip of my dick directly on her clit and hold it, and her snug pussy pulses out of control. With a strangled cry, Ally’s body goes rigid, before a flood of her wetness completely drenches my fingers and collects in my palm. I ride out the waves of her orgasm, easing the friction on her clit and letting my mouth trail up to hers to kiss her deeply, swallowing her little mewls of pleasure.

She pulls her lips from mine, her face flush and eyes sleepy. “I saw colors. So many colors popping, glittering my sky.” Ally smiles, and light touches every cold, empty space within me. “Fireworks.”

I slip my fingers from her still-shivering sex and put them in my mouth, savoring her taste before the water can wash it away. “I’m not done with you yet.”

With her still in my arms, I turn off the water and slide open the shower door. She squeals and laughs when the cold air hits us, burying her wet face into the crook of my neck. I laugh right along with her as I awkwardly make my way into the bedroom, dick still rock hard, and her tight frame wrapped around me like a spider monkey. We flop onto the bed, dripping wet, and I pull the covers over us as I nestle between her thighs.

“Justice, I just want to say I’m-”

I place a finger over her lips before she can finish. “Shhhh. Don’t. It’s me who should apologize. But not now. I don’t want to think about anything else but this. Nothing else but your body and what I plan to do to it for the rest of the night.”

She kisses my finger and grasps my hand to slide the tip of the digit between her lips, nipping at it playfully. “Do your worst, Drake.”

I kiss her deeply, consuming every bit of her mouth. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and my dick slips between her folds, my swollen head nudging her wet slit. I rock my hips back and forth, reigniting that delicious friction from the shower, and Ally moans against my tongue.

“Oh God, put it in. Put it in, please,” she whines.

“Put what in, sweetheart?” I smirk, looking down at her hungry expression.

“It.”

“It?” I shake my head and press in a little further, my tip right at her entrance. “What’s It, Ally? If you want it, you have to say it.”

She squeezes her eyes tight, and a beautiful flush paints her cheeks. “Your cock. I want your cock in me. Please.”

Gritting my teeth, I drive into her—probably harder and faster than I should have—but shit, I’m as anxious as she is. Ally’s eyes pop open with shock and her lips round into an O. A strangled cry gets stuck in the back of her throat.

“This?” I pant, the feeling of her tight body enveloping mine almost too much take. “Is this what you were referring to?”

She nods her head frantically, trying to swallow a whine. “Yes. Yes. Now shut up…and fuck me.”

The words ring in my head like a sweet melody, as if Ally’s just opened Pandora’s box and unleashed every lustful desire within me. I pull out to the tip and push back into her, feeling the tightness quiver and stretch for me.

God, she feels good. Toogood. So good that every nerve ending within me is flashing bright red, signaling me to stop. I pull out quickly, before the feel of her dissolves every ounce of common sense I have left.

“What?” she rasps, an almost pained look on her face.

“Fuck,” I grit in frustration. I reach over to the nightstand and retrieve a condom from the top drawer. Ally’s eyes grow large at the sight of the little shiny package.

“Oh,” she whispers, trying to look at anything but me, as I tear it open.

“Yeah.” I slip out the latex and position it over the head of my dick, still glistening with her sweetness.

“Wait.” Ally’s hand is over mine, pulling the condom away. “Wait. You don’t have to… you don’t have to use it. I trust you. And I hope…I hope you trust me too.”

I sit back on my heels so I can assess her face clearly. “I do. I trust you, but…” Fuck. How do I say that it’s Evan that I don’t trust? That I shouldn’t do this because of his sketchy-ass habits?

“We always use condoms,” she says, reading my mind. “Always. I don’t trust him. But…Justice, I trust you.”

I toss the condom aside, not giving a fuck where it lands, and lie back over Ally’s body, hungrily sucking her tongue, while I slowly push my cock into her. She hums her appreciation, smiling against my lips, as I rock my pelvis upwards, ensuring that I graze that sweet spot. She works her own hips with mine, meeting me thrust for thrust, sucking me deeper into her.

Why is she here?I wonder to myself as I slide my hand under her ass, leveling it so she can take all of me.

I mean, I’m glad as fuck that she came, but Ally has no business being here at Oasis. There’s nothing wrong with her. Not a goddamn thing. The way she moans and mewls, while kneading and scratching my back; the way her soft thighs squeeze my waist, telling me to go deeper; the way her body moves perfectly with mine, as if we were made to do this. As if it was specifically designed to meld with mine… Ally doesn’t need any help on how to be a good lover. She already is. She’s already more than I could ever hope for. And part of me always knew she would be.