“You first,” he drawled, lifting my tank top over my head in one fluid movement. His scrunched browed scowl was coupled by eyes burning with desire. The look made me feel confident enough to step out of my pants. Grinning, he unzipped his shorts, this sexy littlegame of tit for tat only increasing the temperature and my pulse rate. When he slid the fabric down his legs, my intake of breath was sharp and loud.
Well, hello there, Mr. Chambers.
Answering another question I'd wondered, he wore tight cotton boxers, and the man was thick in all the right places.
He gestured towards me with a surreptitious grin and never one to be shy, I took my turn, reaching around to unclasp my bra. A line would be crossed once I removed this and I silently waited. This was big. A kiss we could move on from. Removing my bra was far more intimate. I’d never envisaged removing my clothes for him, nor how desperately I wanted to do just that, but I needed to be sure he wanted this too. That this pull wasn’t one sided.
“Show me,” he practically growled, and it was all the encouragement I needed, dropping the garment to the floor. Our eyes clashed, his reaction to my naked chest visible in the tightening of his boxer briefs causing my breasts to ache with need, my thighs clenching for some kind of friction.
When he swiftly removed his final piece of clothing it was with barely contained restraint that I watched, his eyes on my body the entire time.
“Fuck,” I panted.
Either I was still extremely stoned, or that was the most appetising penis I’d ever seen. Both were likely true, but it was thick, and the head was calling for me to taste. We both stood, staring at each other until I felt as though I were about to explode.
“Can I touch you?”
“It would be weird if you didn’t,” he croaked, crooking his fingers in the elastic waist of the full briefs I was not expecting another soul to see, and shoving them down my legs until I too was bare.
Tentatively, as though I might melt under the feel of him, I reached forward and placed my hands on his pecs, pushing him gently until he stepped under the spray of the shower. There was a foot of spacebetween us – neither of us daring to bridge the gap, reaching only with fingers and hands as the wire between us slowly coiled tighter and tighter.
As if feeling the warmth of another person for the first time, I memorised his firm muscles, gliding down his now wet arms, a little bit of fingernail, a lot of skin, levitating between light and firm. A squeeze here, a scratch there. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel him watching me, the rising and falling of his chest loud underneath my caresses. This was better than any tactile exchange I’d ever sought, and I’d barely navigated beyond his upper half. My nerves at the fact this wasCorbinsimmered just beneath the surface, but the throbbing between my legs overpowered any fear.
Opening my eyes, I took a small step, closing the gap between us. I grazed the backs of my fingernails up his neck and into his hair, gasping when I felt him press firmly into my lower belly.
My eyes shot up to meet his, the stare off like a fuse ready to ignite. He held my gaze as his hands slowly skimmed my hips, over my rib cage and onto my breasts where he squeezed both in his hands. Involuntarily, I leant into his touch, my hands gliding down his body until they moved around to feel his back.
Unexpectedly, a whimper escaped his mouth, and he spun me around, my hands reaching out to press against the tiled wall. He grasped my hips, pulling me back into him, crouching until he slid his cock between the back of my legs eliciting a heated mewl from my lips.
Oh - my - God.
My entire body was awake and ready for battle. A battle I could only fight with him. Lacing a firm arm around my chest he held me tight, his other roaming my body as though he needed us to become one.
“I want to bury myself inside you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in this lifetime or the next. Seriously, you’re perfect… But I won’t. Shit -” His cock twitched… “Not like this.” He sounded apologetic. Pained even, his voice a deep whisper against my ear.
“Corbs,” I lifted my hands above my head until they grazed his hair, enjoying the way the short spikes felt against my palm. “This is enough.” I slid along his solid dick, meaning every word. While I wanted him to lift me up against the tiled wall and impale me, I could have spent days standing here under the water, my hands pressing against skin I'd only ever imagined. Our bodies moulded together while the water blanketed us in a hidden screen and he nuzzled into me, forcefully tilting my head to the side to grant him better access to my jaw before groaning into my neck. “Seriously, why do you smell like lychees right here?”
“I don’t know, is it a bad thing?” I puffed, my hands now rubbing up and down the front of his thighs.
“It’s a fucking great thing,” he answered, his lips biting, leisurely leaving bruises along my flesh.
“You’re just high,” I panted, reaching behind me and gripping his arse to pull him closer.
“High or not, you smell edible,” he was panting too, his breathing laboured.
The sound of a bottle opening clicked through, his finger lifting my jaw until I was leaning back into him before I felt the spray of the water cascade down the nape of my neck.
A second later, the smell of juniper clouded the space, and his hands were on me in a different way. Working the shampoo through my hair in a moment of pure ecstasy, goosebumps spread across my skin as he lathered my scalp while he rocked himself through my folds. The icy, crisp scent only adding to the sensory overload.
Holy shit.
I felt electric, every cell of my body sparking to life, my grip on his thighs clawing into him so he didn’t stop.
His hands were everywhere. Washing the shampoo from my hair, squeezing and fondling my breasts, swirling drawings across myskin. His lips played their part along my neck, my jaw, the back of my shoulders. There was not a part of him not on me and it only enhanced the sprinkles popping under my skin like water in hot oil.
When his soap covered hands slowly descended my body, I turned around. I needed to watch. Needed to see those deadly hands taunting me. Needed to see where he wanted to touch.
He hadn’t gone anywhere near my core, yet I was close to exploding under the sensuality of his strokes. The tenderness and care of him washing my body as though it were his most prized possession.
