Page 194 of Sexting the Pakhan

She cries out and comes almost immediately after. Her whole body tightens around me. Her hand slips. Her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard my vision blurs, and I thrust through it twice, maybe three times, before I lose it too.

I come deep inside her, forehead against her wet shoulder, one hand crushing the tile, the other locked around her waist to keep both of us standing.

For a while, neither of us moves. The water keeps running. Her breathing is still uneven. Mine is worse.

Finally she says, voice hoarse, “This is a terrible idea.”

“Yes.”

“You agree too fast.”

“It’s still true.”

She turns her head just enough to look at me over her shoulder.

There’s anger in her still. Need too.

History, obviously.

I kiss her neck once and pull out carefully.

She shivers and straightens slowly, then turns in the narrow space to face me. Her hands go to my chest, not pushing me away, just resting there while she catches her breath.

We stand under the water like that, both too wrecked to pretend this was just release.

It was release.

It was also everything else.

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ZOYA

By the timewe turn the water off, the bathroom is all steam and quiet breathing.

For a moment, neither of us moves. My forehead rests against his chest. His hand is at the back of my neck, warm and steady, and if I let myself think too much about how natural that feels, I’ll ruin it.

So I don’t.

I reach for the towel first.

He catches my wrist lightly. “Wait.”

“What?”

He takes the towel from the hook and wraps it around my shoulders before I can argue. Then he gets another one for himself and does the same, slower than usual because of the leg.

It feels strange and intimate in a way sex somehow didn’t. Sex I know how to survive. This softness is harder.

He kneels a little to dry my calves and feet so I don’t slip when I step out. I stare down at him, my throat tight for reasons I don’t want to examine, and when I step onto the bath mat he straightens carefully, wincing only once.

“Sit,” he says.

“You’re injured.”

“And you’re shaking.”

I am. A little.