“So, um, I haven’t showered yet.” She traps her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes have taken on a mischievous gleam.
“Is that an invitation?” I tug the bottom hem of her panties up so I can stroke the absolute perfection that is her bare ass.
She smiles. “Think we can fit?”
I cock an eyebrow. “We’ll make it fit.”
To my delight, she tilts her head back and laughs, shrugging her shoulders. “Says the cowboy,” she answers with a smirk.
I lean closer and steal a kiss, savoring the way she softens against me, our lips lingering for a fraction of a second before she rolls away. When she stands, she offers me her hand, and I entwine our fingers. We walk into the bathroom. Without the skylight like in mine, it’s almost pitch dark. I reach over and light the candle on top of her little linen shelf, then cradle her face and kiss her. We undress each other, kissing and touching, our quickening breaths and the rustle of clothing the only sounds in the quiet room.
I reach inside the glass enclosure and turn on the shower, then pull Meg close while we wait for the water to heat up. She rocks on her tiptoes to kiss me, and I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror before our lips touch. Her long hair cascades down her back in golden waves, and in the dim lighting I can just make out her tan lines.
Inside the shower, we take turns under the water, lathering up and rinsing while still touching and kissing. I pump her shampoo into my hands and rub it into her hair.
“Mmm,” she sighs, keeping her eyes closed.
I work the suds into a thick lather, then coax her back under the spray for a rinse. In the flickering candlelight playing across her wet skin, I she looks like a goddess. I kiss down her neck and let my soapy fingers roam. Caressing her hardening peaks, the flare of her hips, the dip of her low back. My cock is hard and thick trapped between us. She reaches down to stroke me, her hand slick with the soap, but I move down to tease her breasts with my mouth because I’ve been dreaming of making her come since we parted days ago, and I’m not waiting any longer.
I roll her nipple between my teeth while I stroke her soft pussy. She jolts, her breaths coming faster. I lower to my knees and urge her back against the tile. She combs through my hair butdoesn’t let go. I break from her needy gaze to kiss the rest of the way down. And then I sink my face between her thighs. I part her open with a slow stroke of my tongue. She tastes like lemons and sunshine. Like desire, but even more than that, she tastes like mine.
We move together while the warm water cascades over us. I reach up and pluck her nipple while I caress her with my tongue. Her thighs start to shake and her grip on my hair tightens. Whispered words I can’t decipher tumble from her lips.
She rocks harder against me and her fast breaths echo in the tight space. When I graze her clit with my teeth and ease one finger inside her, she flutters around me and her gasps turn to sharp cries. I stroke and thrust, completely consumed by her release. By her warmth and the trust she’s placing in me to care for her, cherish her. A feeling I can’t name swells inside my chest.
Is it surrender, because in this moment, I am so completely hers? Or is it the protective, feral part of me coming alive, determined to make her mine once and for all?
Meg comes down, panting, going limp against the tile. I quickly kiss my way up and hold her close. She wraps her arms around me. We breathe together while the water rushes down and our breaths slow.
I add conditioner to her hair and rinse. We start kissing again. She caresses my backside, then takes a pump of soap and lathers my chest. I steal another kiss, flicking my tongue against hers. She works down my arms, caressing, rubbing with her thumbs like she senses the tightness in my muscles. Then down my back to my waist, then to my erection. When she glides her fist up and down with her soapy hand, I grip her ass and close my eyes.
“That feels so good,” I manage.
She kisses me, bringing her breasts into contact with my soapy chest.
I roll her nipple between my fingers and sweep mytongue past her lips. She deepens the kiss, our lips embracing, hungry. She slides her thigh between mine while she pumps me up and down, like she needs contact.
Our eyes lock in the candlelight, and I caress the side of her face. What would it be like to wake up to her pretty blue eyes and her tender smile? To hold her in my arms as the sunlight creeps into the room, then wake her with kisses? Plan a day full of possibilities, surprises, laughter? My heart rattles inside my chest, like a caged thing that wants to be let free.
Is it wrong of me to want these things? Is it wrong to think that maybe, just maybe, I could deserve something as good as her?
“Can we go without a condom?” she asks. Her gaze is earnest, edged with a longing that draws my emotions to a hard knot inside me. “I got tested after San Diego, and…I have an IUD that’s good for five years.”
I meant to follow up with her on this subject, but the thought of fucking her bare brought on too many feelings. “I’m clean too.”
“So…yes?” She caresses up my arm, her eyes never leaving my face.
“If you’re sure.”
She cups the back of my neck and draws me to her for another slow, sensual kiss that sends heat flashing over my skin. “I’m sure.”
I kiss down to her breasts, my mind a static buzz as I savor the anticipation of being inside her with nothing between us.
Fucking hell. I am so far gone for this woman.
I shut off the water, comb back her hair and give it a gentle squeeze, then reach for a towel and dry her off. We kiss again, her mouth hungry. I quickly dry myself then I lift her up and carry her toward her bedroom, pausing to blow out the candle. We kiss, then break apart to laugh at how I’m shuffling in the dark. She squirms to get a little closer to me, so I lay her down on the bed and climb next to her so I can kiss her and touch her. After our shower, her skin feels even softer. How is that possible?She strokes me, but I’m so tight with need that I can’t bear if for long.
I take her nipple in my mouth and stroke her with my fingers. Her pussy is still plush from my tongue and already soaking. “Did you get this wet just thinking about my cock?”
