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“Yup. I just wanted to watch you walk.”
She snorts. “Are you always going to be this cheesy?”
I shrug, walking up behind her. “Yeah. Probably.” I press my cock against her back and walk her into the hot steam.
I turn on the second showerhead, something I never use because I don’t usually have a woman in my shower, and lean Petal back until the stream has soaked her hair. Then, I take a palm full of shampoo, and begin to massage it into her scalp.
“Oh my God. I’ve died and gone to heaven. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” She reaches for the wall for balance.
“You might find this hard to believe, but no, I have never washed a woman’s hair.”
With a free hand, she reaches back, feeling around until she finds my cock, and goddamn, her warm, wet hand feels nice.
“Interesting. I got the feeling you’re kind of a man-whore. You know, love ‘em and leave ‘em.”
Ah. She’s fishing.
It’s to be expected, I suppose.
“I’ve been with my share of women.”
This line of questioning could go south, fast. On the other hand, Petal is so levelheaded she may not be fazed.
I start to rinse the suds from her hair, taking care to keep them off her face and out of her eyes. The double shower heads are amazing with their sharp, steamy spray.
She rubs some conditioner into the ends of her hair. “Hey, you know, if hockey doesn’t work out for you, you could always be the shampoo boy at a hairdresser.”
“Are you saying I’m good at this?”
“I might be. Anyway, what’s with the revolving door of women?” she asks, trading spots with me.
She has to reach to shampoo my hair, so I bend down a little, and when she digs her nails into my scalp, I moan.
“Damn, that’s nice, baby.”
“The women?” she says, not letting me off the hook.
She’ll never let me off the hook.
“Well, I’m not sure if it’s related to my relationship with my dad, and what I’ll call his conditional approval, but there’s something that’s held me back when comes to women.”
Shit. I’ve never spoken about this. I guess I figured if I never said it out loud, I wouldn’t have to deal with it.
Still not sure I’m ready to, but now the cat’s out of the bag. And Petal will have questions. She always has questions.
“What’s holding you back? What do you think it is?” She’s now running the bar of soap up and down my abdomen, barely missing my hard cock. Jesus, she’s killing me.
I look down at her and she takes my breath away. With her hair soaked and her eyelashes wet, she looks like some kind of goddamn mermaid.
“Fear, I guess.” I take the soap and scrub her back, watching the suds wash down her ass cheeks. “Like I’m not really worthy of, you know…”
Fuck me. I can’t say it.
She turns around to face me. “You’re worthy, Rake. You are.”
I cup her head and pull her to me for a long, deep kiss. She reaches for my cock and a couple strokes in, no big surprise, I’m ready to explode. I’ve been hard for what feels like hours and I need some relief.
Like the inside-her-pussy kind of relief.
