She turned, reaching for the shampoo, and gave me a thorough looking over. “I think I’ve seen the reports on the news, yes.”
“So I figure we should share the water whenever it’s convenient.”
“I see,” she said slowly, trailing her eyes downward to my awakening cock. “And you think right now is convenient?”
“Then by all means, be my guest.” She moved out of the spray so I could move under it.
“Oh, I’m going to need you closer than that if we’re to get the full benefit of sharing the water, baby.”
“Is this close enough?” She took a step, the sight of her flushed wet skin making my mouth water in anticipation of getting a taste.
“No.” I shook my head. “You’re miles away from me still.”
“I thought you liked to look at me,” she said coyly.
“Oh, I do, baby. Very much.” I nodded. “But I like to look at you and touch you at the same time best of all.”
She took another step, which brought her within a couple inches, our bodies aligned but still not touching, the hot water streaming down in the small space that separated our bodies.
I savored the moment of erotic heat that swirled between us—the anticipation of what was coming, because I knew I’d be devouring her with all of my senses very soon.
“But you’re only looking at me and not touching,” she whispered, “how come?”
“Oh, I will, baby. I will.” I brought my mouth to her neck and inhaled the scent of her skin, the soap and the water all mixed together in a heady elixir that only got me hotter. “How badly do you want to be touched?”
I could hear the need in her tone, and it cranked me higher. There was nothing headier than knowing she wanted this with me. I pressed my lips to the spot just below her ear and felt a delicious shiver from her. “Here?” I asked.
“Yes.” She arched backward slightly, causing the tips of her hard ni**les to graze the skin just below my chest.
“Or maybe here is better?” I licked down from her neck, dragging my tongue over her delicious skin, trailing lower to meet one of those hardened ni**les just begging to be sucked.
“Ahhh yes,” she shuddered, pushing up on her toes, bringing that beautiful, soft, pink flesh to the edge of my lips.
I flicked out my tongue and licked just the tip and heard her moan the softest sound in response. She started to lift her arms to me and I quickly backed off. “No.” I shook my head. “No touching me, baby. This is all for you. Put your hands out and press back against the tile, and stay like that for me.”
I could see the rise and fall of her br**sts as she breathed at me, her eyes sparking a grayish-green that reminded me of the color of the sea on our run that morning. She moved into position and tilted her head back as well, waiting on me for the next command. Watching her submit to my direction did something to me. These games we played were like nothing I’d ever experienced before with another person. They also pushed me into realms of emotion I’d never desired before with anyone else either. Just her. Only Brynne got me to this place.
“You’re so f**king sexy right now.”
She shivered and tensed her hips when I said the words, flaring her eyes at me with more than a little frustration. I moved back toward her again and watcher her shake a little more and breathe heavier. “Please . . .”
“Please what, baby?” I asked before flicking the tip of her other nipple with my tongue.
“I need you to touch me,” she whimpered softly.
I licked her nipple again, this time swirling around the dark tip in a circle. “Like that?”
“More than that,” she panted, fighting to keep her hands flat to the shower tile.
I moved to the other breast and plucked it hard into my mouth, finishing with a little pinch of teeth over her nipple. She went rigid underneath my touch and gasped out the loveliest sexual cry I’d ever heard, soft and abandoned and beautiful. “That’s a sound I like to hear out of your sweet mouth, baby. I want to hear that from you again and again and again. Can you make that sound for me one more time?” I clamped down onto the other nipple in the same way with my mouth and slid my free hand right in between her legs. “Oh, f**k, you’re so slippery, baby. Let me hear you!” I worked over her slick cleft, sliding back and forth on her clit until she melted there against the shower wall for me in perfect sexual submission.
She made the sound for me again too.
I kept my hand on her pu**y and my eyes on her face, watching every exquisite flutter and undulation of her body as I made her orgasm. After a moment she lifted slow eyes to mine and kept them there. “That was f**king beautiful to watch,” I said.
“I want this now,” she whispered, gripping around my c**k and bringing it to slide against all that slippery, hot heaven between her legs.
“Say it with words.” I pulled my hips back.
“I want your c**k inside me, deep.”
“You do, hmmm?” I pressed inward, sliding my length back and forth along her pu**y lips, working up a nice friction for me and round two for her.
“Yes! Please!” she begged.
“But you were a bad girl and took your hands off the wall. I told you to leave them there,” I said, still stroking in and out through her slick folds.
“Sorry . . . I just couldn’t wait . . .”
“You’re so impatient, baby.”
“What do you want from me now?” I asked, my mouth at her neck and my c**k still moving slowly down below.
“I want you to f**k me and make me come again.” She said it so soft, so pleading, like she really would be hurting if I didn’t f**k her. It flipped a switch in me when she said it like that. Gave me permission to take her further than we’d done before, to get more out of her. It was the best feeling ever. In the whole goddamn f**king world.
“Put your arms around my neck and hold on.” I gripped under each of her thighs and lifted her up. “Wrap ’em around me, baby, so I can give you what you want!”
She pressed her legs around my hips and her back up against the tile. She said my name. “Ethan . . .”
“Yes, my beauty?” She panted at me. “You look so beautiful waiting for me to f**k you up against this shower wall. You love to be f**ked on walls, don’t you?”