“Get undressed at least,” she says.
“If I take off my clothes, we will be fucking against this wall, and I’m not ready for that with you yet. I want to do this right. Still, I can’t leave you fucking needy for me. I take care of my woman, especially if she’s achy. Let me take care of you.”
She looks nervous, but she nods.
Turning her into the stream of water, I wet her body and hair. Then I reach out, grabbing my shampoo. First, I run my hands through her hair, loving the way her body sways toward mine as her eyes fall closed. Once rinsed, I condition her hair, spending extra time massaging her scalp.
When all of her nerves fall away, I rinse it out. She tenses again when I take a washcloth, adding soap to it before I turn her and run it across the back of her shoulders. I run it across every inch of the back of her body, giving her perfect ass a washing like it has never seen, before turning her around to face me. Then I start the process over again. Starting at her neck, I run the washcloth over her face, removing the blood that had dried there. Then I move to her neck, slowly making my way down her front. I avoid her breasts at first, cleaning her stomach. Then I move back up, washing, then squeezing and massaging her breasts.
The moans are louder now. She’s not even hiding the way I’m making her feel. She is so responsive.
“Have you ever touched your body like this, princess? Made yourself feel good?” I rasp.
Her eyes pop open, meeting mine. I know my answer before she says the words.
“No. N-never,” she stutters.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, pressing my lips to hers. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
“Please,”she pleads.
She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for. All she knows is she needs it from me.
My fingers leave her breasts, trailing down her stomach to her center. I run my fingers around her lips, not sliding in yet, waiting, teasing. Cleo’s body is a live wire waiting for me to give her, her very first orgasm. The anticipation is almost too much.
My dick is throbbing in my pants, begging to have a taste, but I push my own needs away.
This isn’t about me.
Finally, I slide my fingers between her lips, groaning when I feel how wet she is for me. She’s primed and ready, begging to be fucked.
Flicking my finger against her clit, Cleo buckles, falling into my chest. Reaching one arm around her, I pull her to me as my other hand continues languid strokes against her clit.
Her breath hitches with each swipe, her eyes growing hazy as the ecstasy fills her body.
“I want to press my finger inside of you. Will you let me?” I ask her.
“Yes. Do it,” she demands, her eyes rolling back as her body quivers in my arms.
Sliding my hand lower through her wetness, I circle her hole, my thumb making the same circle on her clit. When she begins to rock into my fingers, I press in slowly. I have to bite back a groan when she clenches around my finger so tight it almost pushes it back out.
I keep pressing into her until my finger is fully inside her. Then I curl it up as I start to move in and out of her while keeping up pressure with my thumb. Within a minute, she screams out; her nails biting into my skin as she holds on to me. Her body squeezes my finger almost painfully as her body jerks in my arms.
I can feel a familiar tingle in the base of my spine telling me I’m close as well and she hasn’t even touched me. Just watching her come apart in my arms, feeling her release on my hands has me ready to blow my load.
As soon as she relaxes in my arms, I pull my hand up to my mouth, tasting her for the first time. I groan at the sweet taste on my tongue.
Reaching down, I unbutton my pants. Her hazy eyes widen slightly at the sound.
“Shh. This was about you, but I am about to blow baby. You taste too fucking good. Just hold on to me.”
She doesn’t move away, letting me reach my hand into my pants to pull my cock out. It only takes a handful of strokes before I come hard, my seed spilling onto her stomach.
I rest my head against her shoulder, letting my body enjoy the feel of her. She runs her hands through my hair as we stand there holding each other.
When I feel better in control, I tuck myself into my pants. Then I press a kiss to her lips before I continue to wash her body.
A rush of pride fills me when I see myself on her skin, but I wash it away, leaving her clean.
