If she were to get cold feet and try to change her mind, he didn’t know if he could force himself to back down, and respect her wishes… He pulls off his t-shirt and throws aside the shower curtain, all in a couple abrupt and fierce moves. Please, indulge in my visuals. If she were to get cold feet and try to change her mind, he didn’t know if he could force himself to back down, and respect her wishes… Hers are soft and full, he massages them with his own, even taking a moment to tease by lightly biting down on her bottom lip, until finally he feels her tentative lick, and he moans hungrily, fisting a hand in her hair and tightly gripping her hip with the other. Then without warning he growls for her to, “Face the wall!” and she cries out as he doesn’t even give her a chance to comply, instead spinning her around himself and pressing the full weight of his chest into her back, keeping her still as she utters pathetic whines of protest and squirms her hips around, pushing her
