I’m startled when he falls to his knees in front of me. I glance down, not understanding. He smiles before leaning in and kissing my stomach, his tongue running lazy swirls over my overheated skin and it’s my turn to moan. His hands cup my ass and squeeze. They’re so big, they all but swallow me. His mouth moves off to my hip and when his teeth catch the edge of my underwear and pull them lazily down, a guttural sound escapes me. No one’s ever done that and let me tell you, it’s a turn on unlike anything else. His eyes never leave mine during the whole process. He lifts first one foot and then the other to pull my lacy underwear off. He tosses them to the side and stands, awaiting whatever I want him to do.
I pull back the shower curtain and step under the spray. The hot water hits my back, and I stand there a moment to let my body get used to it and to regain a bit of composure. I’m shaking, not from fear, but anticipation.
He gets in and pulls the curtain closed. Wrapping his body around mine, he kisses all along my neck. “What do you wish of me now?” he whispers.
Hands shaking, I hand him my shower gel. He takes it and opens it easily. He dumps some in his hands before setting it back on the little ledge with my shampoo. Rubbing his hands together, he motions for me to turn so my back is to him.
I do as he gestured, and his hands are on my skin instantly, massaging the soap into it. It feels so nice and my back arches into the caress. He soaps up my back and runs his hands over my ass and then down the backs of my thighs.
Sweet baby Jesus, but his hands are magic. Every sweep of his fingers sends shards of desire through me.
“Turn around, Daisy.”
I take a deep breath and turn. He’s on his knees, looking up at me and I gasp. The naked need on his face is mesmerizing.
“Soap.” He holds out his hands and I fumble with the lid, trying to pour some into his open palm. He only smiles and takes it from me. When he’s poured more out, he sets it on the floor of the tub and turns back to me.
He licks the water running down my stomach. I’m short enough that he can follow the trail all the way to my breasts. This time, he doesn’t just look. He licks across them, teasing the nipples and I brace my hand against the shower wall to hold myself steady at his gentle assault. While his lips tease my nipples, his hands are busy soaping up the rest of my body and when he pulls his lips away from me, his hands replace them, squeezing my nipples as he washes my breasts.
A low moan escapes and he chuckles. He knows what he’s doing to me, but then I did ask him to wash me didn’t I?
Standing up, he tips my head back and lets the hot water soak my hair while he kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, caressing my tongue with his. He deepens the kiss and pulls me to him, my skin flush against his as everything in me finally gives way and surrenders the last vestiges of my protection layer.
When he comes up for air, we’re both breathing hard. I reach for him, but he shakes his head and turns so his back is to the spray and then proceeds to wash my hair, his hands gentle as he massages my scalp. He only allows me under the spray when it comes time to rinse soap from my hair, and he keeps me there until the water runs clear.
I go to cut off the water and he stops me.
“We’re not done.”
Frowning, I start to ask what he means when he gets back down on his knees and picks up the discarded shower gel. He soaps his hands back up and I hiss when he nudges my thighs apart. His fingers part my folds and rubs the soap all over me.
“Sprayer.”
It takes me a minute to register what he asked and then with shaking hands, I detach it, handing it over.
He adjusts it and then turns it on my overly sensitive skin. The sprayer is gentle, using the softest setting the head has, but its more than enough to make me whimper, my body needing him to touch me, to put an end to this and give it relief.
Again, he chuckles and lets the sprayer drop. I jump as the hot water hits my backside.
“Hold onto something, baby.” He waits until I have a hold of the shower rod, one hand still braced against the wall, and then he lifts one leg, throwing it over his shoulder. “Trust me?”
“Yes.”
He smiles. “Good girl.”
When his lips find the little nub begging for attention, I moan, the sound echoing around us as he starts to suckle on my clit.
“Already so wet, but you need to be wetter to take me.”
Two fingers slip inside my walls and my leg shakes. My head bows and I cry out. It’s been so long since anyone has been inside of me.
It’s all I can do to stand here on one leg as he works me over with his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers. Soon two fingers become three and he increases the tempo, forcing moan after moan out of me.
“Let go, baby. You’re safe with me.”
He thrusts his fingers in high and hard as he says it and the orgasm rushes me so fast, I can’t stand up. He catches me before I do myself serious injury and holds me until the shudders stop wracking my body. It’s only then that he pulls his fingers out and kisses me almost reverently before he turns off the water.
“Okay?” he asks as he wipes water out of my face.
