The Steam

**Allie's POV**
"You don't want me to finish?" I asked, wiping the corners of my mouth as I savored the lingering taste of him on my tongue. I was so damn glad I'd finally asked to do it. I'd wanted to for ages, but never knew how to ask and he sure as heck wouldn't request it. It seemed awkward as hell since I'd never done it before and I wasn't even sure he'd like it.
"I'd rather have you." He was panting lightly, giving me a little more confidence in my performance. "Floor or standing?" Shit, he didn't even want to leave the bathroom? I was worried my sore boobs would hurt doing missionary, though, so I stood to my feet, accepting a hand for assistance.
But as soon as I was on my feet, his mouth captured mine in an all-consuming kiss that nearly knocked me back on my ass. He was so passionate, so loving. Selfless, honest, generous... the perfect lover. The perfect husband.
And he was somehow mine. And to think in the beginning I actually thought he had married up. Like hell. I married up. I didn't deserve him, but here he was, devouring me as if I were his only sustenance.
He backed me against the wall, his hands pulling me in by the hips, making his erection poke my belly where fucking lava was currently stirring. Meanwhile, my hands were busy searching his incredible chest and abdomen. His body was tantalizingly gorgeous, not too muscular, but not too skinny. He was lean, fit, and fantastically soft beneath my fingertips.
His lips trailed from mine down to my neck, nipping and tugging at my sensitive flesh while I moved to grab his dick. I felt it twitch in my palm, secretly smiling to myself at the strange sensation. He responded by sliding one of his hands down between my legs, feeling for the moisture that I knew he would find. I never had a problem getting plenty wet for my husband, and our wedding day proved no different. I pressed my breasts into him as he found my core, making him groan and me melt into the fucking wall.
"Can we try something?" I heard, but when I noticed him break away to look at me, I realized I was the one who spoke.
"Anything."
"Can I... turn around?" We'd done it missionary and I'd ridden him, but I'd never been taken from behind before, and I was eager to try. Not that I found our sex-life boring, because our passion made that far from the case, but I had a feeling he was overly careful with me because of my past, and I wanted to show him that I trusted him. I wasn't opposed to trying new things. In fact, I was even more curious because of my inexperience.
He searched me, just like he always did when trying to see if I was doing something because I felt like I was supposed to, but his eyes were more heated now. Darker. "Of course."
His hands slid up to my waist, rotating me while still keeping me close to his chest. If we weren't facing each other, why did this feel so intimate? Maybe because it seemed more natural, raw. Animalistic. He lifted my hands, placing them against the wall.
"Support yourself the best you can. Let me know if it's uncomfortable." I nodded, my fingers digging into the tile wall as he pulled my hips back, placing one hand on my ass as he lined himself up.
Holy shit.
He pushed into me slowly, sensually, until his hips pressed against my rear end and he was fully sheathed inside of me, making me whimper in pleasure. He placed his forehead on my shoulder, and I could tell he felt just as undone by the way his arms snaked around my waist, his chest rising and falling deeply against my back.
"I love you, Allie." He breathed into my neck.
"I love you, too, Nate." He hummed in satisfaction, before leaning back and gripping my hips once again.
Then, he began to move. It started off slow, teasingly pleasurable, almost, and I could feel my sweaty palms slipping on the tile. He felt so damn good inside of me. He filled me perfectly, his smooth movements creating a gentle rock to our bodies as he pushed in and out over and over again, our breathing climbing harmoniously.
"Faster." I urged softly, knowing he wanted it too. He groaned, picking up his speed and strength with every thrust. "God…" I moaned, my legs feeling loose and fluid beneath me. This position was so completely different than what we'd done before, and I loved it. He felt deeper, I felt fuller. Plus, the sounds of him slamming into my ass was erotic as hell, and I was obsessed.
"Fuck, Allie." He shifted me a little further back, his hands climbing to my ribcage to hold me just below my breasts. But I wanted him to touch me. My adrenaline would be too high to feel the pain, anyway, so I removed one hand from the wall, gripping his and sliding it up to cup my breast.
Which just made him go harder, consequently forcing me to brace myself even more, his impact threatening to overtake me completely. It was so passionate, so consuming. Every touch was isolated, every breath was felt against me.
"Nate…" I mouthed, not able to breath properly enough to talk as my climax approached. My climax was approaching. Without any contact with my clit. What the hell was happening?
He must've felt it, too, because his grip tightened, his grunts and groans more frequent, more desperate. "Come for me, Allie." He breathed, his voice strained and raspy and so utterly sexy that I had no choice but to obey.
"Fuck…"
"Yes, good girl…" He cooed as I spasmed against him, my knees threatening to buckle through my orgasm, but he didn't allow it. Not long after mine began, so did his, and he held me up against him with one arm while the other braced against the wall for support. "God damn, Alexandra."
But I couldn't answer him, so I hummed in sated complacency, smiling like the newlywed I was. My legs still wouldn't work, of course, so I did need assistance to the tub, which he was more than willing to provide.
"You look pleased." I acknowledged, and he flashed me his pearly smile, his golden eyes alight with joy.
"I am. I just had amazing sex with my new wife. Couldn't be happier, really. Mind your toes." He lifted one of my legs into the warm water. "You okay, though? You look red."
"I do?" I lowered myself into the water, patting my cheeks. "I feel fine. Maybe a little thirsty."
"I'll be right back. Let me get you some water. I think the steam got to you."
"Thank you." I displaced the water around me with small sweeping motions, smiling at his naked ass trodding out of the room.
I was married. Honestly, fully married. I'd already contacted my lawyer and everything, so our contract was nothing more than a bitter memory for us now. It felt… freeing. I'd never realized just how heavy it had been weighing on our relationship, but now that it was just us, I felt like I could relax. I could get to know the man by my side, no paychecks, no rules. He was mine.
My escort husband.
Humor and jealousy flickered through me simultaneously, but I tried to ignore it. Nate had already walked through his limited time as an escort with me and I knew he hadn't been on any sexual assignments, but the thought of him even holding an arm out for another woman had me seething. I didn't think I could get jealous over a man, or anyone for that matter, so it was refreshing. Refreshing in a totally irritating sort of way.
A subtle vibration caught my attention from the vanity, making my ears perk. If it continued, it was a call and I should check it. If not, I could leave it be.
Buzz buzz.
Shit. Fine. Maybe it was Cooper and he had something important to say.
"Nate?" I called softly, just to see if he was nearby, but he didn't respond. Okay, that leaves me, then.
I stood from the bath, testing my balance and finding it mostly restored. Cool. Using the edge of the tub, I climbed out, padding across the fluffy mats on my way to the phone to check who was calling, only to see an unknown number with an American area code. Yea, I'd leave that for him.
But just as I turned to return to the bath, something hit me. It was like a wave of nausea and dizziness all at once, and it was so intense, so potent, that I wasn't sure if I would puke or pass out or both. What the hell was going on?
I gripped the vanity for support, but my hand couldn't get a good hold. My head was spinning, my vision going black from the outside in, and all I could think about was lowering myself to the floor so I didn't fall. Unfortunately, it was on my way down that I went under.