Nina was positive she was going to pass out. Was this what sex was supposed to be like? Zeke was… There were no words.
He growled and urged her to get closer with his free hand.
She spread her thighs a little wider, bringing her body more into contact with his face, and he sucked hard on her clit. Nina stopped thinking and let her body take over.
She rode his face like he told her to do, without fear of embarrassment. He reached up with his free hand and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple and sending bolts of desire through her entire body.
“Zeke,” she moaned.
A bite of pain had her gasping before pleasure took over, and she flew. She held the headboard and rode his face without a care in the world. One orgasm led to another, and Zeke’s eagerness had her falling twice in minutes.
Her body, wrung out and exhausted, sagged against the headboard. Zeke eased out from beneath her and cradled her from behind.
“How are you?”
“Life doesn’t get better than that.”
He chuckled. “I agree.” He soothed her skin with a warm hand on her body. “Thank you.”
“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”
“No, Nina. Forever I will be grateful that you let me touch you. So fucking grateful.”
“Same, Zeke. Forever.”
“There might be one way life can be better.”
“Not possible. What’s that?”
He chuckled and kissed the back of her neck. “Let’s get in the shower.”
“Together?” she gasped.
“Oh, yes, angel. Together.”
“Why didn’t you suggest that before?”
Zeke laughed again and climbed off the bed. He held his hand out for her, holding her steady when her legs weren’t strong enough to hold up her post-orgasmic body. He turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up before he stepped in, then helped her to follow him.
Nina moaned at the feel of the warm water on her back and the warm body at her front. He was right. “This is heaven.”
“Can I wash your hair?” He held up the shampoo for her to approve.
She nodded, tilting her head to soak through the long locks. When it was wet, she turned away from him so he could reach her hair.
He smoothed the shampoo on her hair, then used his fingertips to scrub it in. Small circles worked the shampoo into bubbles and made her moan in pleasure. His erection bounced against her back, but he made no move to press it against her.
When he was done with the shampoo, he turned her around and worked his hands through her hair to rinse all the suds away, then grabbed the conditioner. He smoothed that through her hair, and went for the body wash.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He met her gaze. He nodded once.
“Are you okay?”
“I wish I could explain how big of a fantasy this is.”
“You’ve fantasized about me a lot.”
