He flips off the water and rests one hand on the sink on either side of me, pushing me against the edge so hard it bites into my belly. He's breathing so hard I want to ask if he's okay, but my throat feels all trembly. Before I can gather my thoughts, his hands slide inside my t-shirt, up my sides, urging my arms up over my head. He tugs my shirt over my head, giving my hair a quick rub-down with the shirt to soak up some of the water. When I throw my hair back afterwards, it hits his shoulder, and he groans again.
"Ah, fuck, Luna," he murmurs, dipping his nose to the top of my head. His calloused hands run up and down my waistline, stroking his way to the front where he cups my breasts. His cock jerks against my backside, and he sucks in a breath.