“I’ve never been totally naked in front of another person, other than my mother.” She sniffs a laugh. “Does mentioning my mom kill the mood?”
I scoff. “You’re still touching me. So…no.”
She grins. Ducks her head again, somewhere between embarrassed and self-conscious.
I touch her chin with my finger, and with my other I trace a line from thigh to belly, skimming over her sex. “You’re beautiful, Jo.”
Hesitantly, her eyes flick to mine. “You…think so?”
I palm her hips, and then cup her bottom. “Yes, Jolene. I find you extraordinarily beautiful.” I brush a hand over her breasts. “The erection you’re touching? You make me that way. Being lucky enough to see your beautiful, amazing, sexy body—Jolene, that’s what gives me an erection.” I meet her eyes. “You. Touching you. Being touched by you. Being naked like this with you. It’s beautiful, and amazing, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”
She laughs. “Youfeel lucky?”
“Yes, Jolene. I do.” I caress her backside again, and then back up toward the shower. “Let’s get wet, sexy thing.”
She grins. “You really think I’m sexy?”
I adjust the water a little less boiling hot, and then step in, pulling her in with me. Twist so she’s under the spray and close the glass door. Steam swirls between us, and for a moment, we’re not touching each other at all, just naked together in the water. Then I step closer to her and scrape my hand over her hair and cup the back of her head, pull her in for a kiss. Her mouth meets mine, and her tongue seeks mine first.
Eager, darting and flicking, ravenous.
The kiss is hot and wild, unabashed with fierce desire.
Water spatters off her and onto me, beating down on the nape of her neck. I reach up and tilt the shower head down a bit, so it’s on her back. Slide my hands over her spine, caressing the serpentine curve down to the swell of her butt, and then I grasp her hips and then her thighs, and I trail a finger over the damp seam of her sex.
She gasps into the kiss. Breaks it, pulls away, laughing. Grabs my hand and pulls it away, places it on her hip. “Ah-ah-ah. Me first.”
“That’s what I was doing—you first.”
She slides her hand between us, curling her fingers around my shaft. “No, me first.” A gentle touch, sliding down, pausing at the root, and then sliding up to squeeze around the head.
I touch my forehead to hers and we both watch as she touches me.
She goes agonizingly slow. “I have a question,” she whispers. “What do you like best? What feels best?”
“Everything?”
She squeezes, then gentles. Strokes me quickly, then slowly. “C’mon, Wes. I want to know how to make it feel so good you can’t even think.”
“You already are.” I swallow thickly, try to find a coherent thought in the two brain cells I have left in working order, currently. “Slow, and…and gentle. It’s kind of frustrating, because part of me wants you to go faster, because that will make me come sooner. But…I also want to…to make it last longer, because I really, really love the way it feels to have your hands on me like this.”
She uses both hands, then, for a moment or two. “Another question.”
“Anything.”
“Your, um…” She giggles, a breathy little huff, and her voice goes almost inaudible. “Your balls. Should I, um…touch them, too?” She cuts over me immediately. “Don’t say whatever I want. I want to know what you think.”
“Yes,” I groan. “Yes. Please.”
Her hand slides down to cup me from underneath, and the groan that escapes my lips is ragged. “Ohh…youreallylike that, don’t you?”
I nod, clumsily. “Yeah, I do.”
“Aren’t they, um…sensitive? Like, tender? Guys get kicked there and act like it’s the worst pain imaginable.”
I want to touch her, to feel her body, to feel her pleasure rise. But she wants this, first. Mine—my pleasure, my release. So I grip her hips in my hands and hold on, try to wait, to keep from releasing yet. I want more of her touch. More. I don’t want this to end. She’s everything—smart, funny, eager, sexy, interesting, strong. I want more of her—all of her.
For now, this.
