If she could bend in half for me, then I could do this.
“Adair,”she yelled, bucking wildly into my touch. I pumped my fingers in her fast and hard as I licked and sucked her clit. When she started contracting, I replacedmy mouth with my wet thumb, working her hard as I watched her come.
This orgasm seemed slower, more a rolling wave than a crashing one, but she was just as breathtaking through it.
She eased her foot off the bench, trapping my hand between her legs.
I had no objection.
I guided her to sit on my thigh and held her close. She wrapped an arm around me and smiled, but when she tucked her hand behind her ear, it turned into a grimace.
I grabbed the second handheld showerhead mounted beside the bench and turned on its stream, pointing it toward the ground.
“Let me wash you.”
I positioned her facing away from me and directed her to tip her head back so I could wet her hair. She smiled up at me from her position upside down, and I smiled back, my heart squeezing and thumping in joy.
I smelled the various bottles and found lavender shampoo, holding it up in victory. Ireland leaned partially into my side as I massaged the shampoo into both sides of her head, working it into a lather.
Her moans were even more wanton than the ones that’d barely stopped echoing from our fucking.
Fucking?
My fingers stopped, and Ireland whimpered. That softened the sudden uncertainty, so I picked it back up, working the shampoo into her hair and scalp.
“Ireland,” I said softly, and she turned toward me, hair full of suds, frowning when she saw my expression.
“What is it?”
I raked my fingers through her hair, buying myself time. Was I overthinking this?
Probably. But communication was king.
“Did you hope this would’ve been more… romantic? I pictured this with you so many times, but I’m worried now that I kinda lost myself there and didn’t take my time like I should have. Or didn’t make it special.” Her frown deepened, but my rambling continued. “I saw you with those sunflowers the other day, you know, and just… I mean,damnit, you deserve flowers. And I gave youthisinstead.”
She pressed her lips together hard, and I reached for my glasses on instinct, but for the second time this evening, she grabbed my wrist to stop me.
“Wash out my shampoo, Adair,” she said, voice strong and sure. “I can’t tell you how perfect this was, or how I wouldn’t change a single thing about what just happened while I have bubbles in my hair.”
I glanced down at my lap, then remembered I was naked and jerked my head back up.
“Oh,” I started, smiling tentatively. “Well, tip your head back then. Please.”
Ireland’s cheeks flexed in a restrained smile before doing as I asked and letting me rinse her hair.
For the next several minutes, she walked me through her shower routine, showing me her conditioner, exfoliating scrubs, and regular bodywash.
I’d seen her shower collection slowly grow over time, and it made me happy to see her getting these small pleasures for herself. I committed it all to memory because if I could remember hundreds of different medicines and their potential interactions, I could remember my girlfriend’s self-care routines.
The word still had a wave of wonder crashing over me, and I smiled to myself as I washed the last suds from her body.
Ireland reached for my glasses, set them aside, and stood between my legs as she wet my hair.
“You have a tiny scar right here,” she said, tracing her finger over a spot near my temple. Her other hand massaged my scalp, and I got the shivers when her nails raked all the way down to my neck.
“From the fall,” I admitted quietly.
She stilled for a moment, then planted a small kiss on my temple. My eyes closed when her lips made contact and stayed that way as she went back to washing me.
