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But she doesn’t touch. She steps back and removes her clothes, one piece at a time, staring directly into my eyes the entire time.
Steam from the shower billows around her, leaving glistening drops on her skin. Her pretty pink nipples tilt upward, hardening, and I want so badly to suck on them. But I’m dirty. I’m fucking filthy, inside and out.
She reaches back and adjusts the temperature of the water. Then she clasps my hand and guides us under the spray.
“I’ve never showered with another person.” I can’t take my eyes off her gorgeous body. So many sexy dips and little hills and slick shadowy places. I want to eat her alive.
Before my brain catches up, my hands are on her, pawing, sinking, grabbing, and taking.
“Whoa, slow down.” She slithers away.
I swat her on the ass.
“Leo.” She aims a bar of soap at me, her eyes flaring. “I’m going to take care of you. Starting with that.” She motions to my crusty face and hair. “Then I’ll work my way to that.” Lowering her chin, she stares at my swollen cock. “Behave.”
“I’d rather take care of you.” Snatching her hips, I lift her against the shower wall and slide my length against her sweet, wet slit. “Fuck. I need inside you.”
“Not yet.” She drops her head back and rocks against me, moaning. “Oh, God.”
“Shh.” I hate to silence her, but the walls are thin. “Let’s get this over with.”
I steal the soap from her hand and lather it into suds over my face and hair.
“Stop that.” She pushes me beneath the spray and quickly rinses it away. “You can’t put soap in that gorgeous hair.”
“What the hell am I supposed to use?”
“Shampoo. Conditioner. Jesus, Leo. No wonder you have so many knots and tangles. What am I going to do with you? Here, hold still, and let me do it.”
I stare at her, blinking away suds. Meanwhile, my dick is hard enough to hammer nails. “You’re torturing me, woman.”
“Shut up.” She goes to work on my braids and knots, gently combing her fingers through the shoulder-length strands.
Bending to give her easier access puts my face level with her tits.
“For all the cruelty I inflicted on you, this is an unfair way of getting back at me.” I brace my hands on the wall behind her, caging her in. “I’ll grovel. I’ll kneel. What do you want?”
“You’ve already done that.” She yanks on a lock of my hair. “Be still.”
“I’ll beg for forgiveness.”
“You already did that, too.”
“Then what, pray tell, will end this heinous torture? I’ll do anything.”
“I think I like you better when we’re fighting.” She unravels another braid. “You have zero patience.”
“Patience? I’m thirty fucking years old. Thirty. Years. And I’ve never had consensual sex. Then you walk in, this feisty, gorgeous, sexy creature, and torment me for months, showing me what happiness can feel like. No, I’m not patient. Patience comes with expectations and waiting. But I wasn’t waiting, because I never dared to hope. I never dreamed you would be touching me like this.” I suck in a breath. “I’m so goddamn unworthy of you.”
“I take it back.”
“What?”
“Every mean, hurtful word I’ve said to you. I take it all back. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t take it back. I deserve it. I want to be better. I want to be the man you deserve.”
“I wouldn’t be here with you if you weren’t. You’re exactly what I want.” She reaches for me.
But I reach her first, with my mouth on hers and my hands in her heavy, wet hair. The feel of her lips and the trembling of her body sliding against mine sends my hunger to new heights. As she palms my engorged shaft in her tiny hand, I groan a carnal, primal sound I’ve never heard from myself.
I’m not going to last. Not the first time. Probably not the first ten times. There’s so much need inside me it’s horrifying. And exciting. I could die in her arms without a single regret.
“You’re going to make me come.” I thrust into her hand, needing friction, desperate to fuck.
“Not yet.” She squeezes the base of my cock, wrenching another moan from me. “Deep breath.”
Eternal seconds pass while she continues to grip me, her fingers clenched like a vise, holding me in place, controlling my movements.
Is she fucking edging me?
“I appreciate what you’re doing.” I remove her hand and push her against the wall. “But you’re not in charge, love. Stay there and don’t move.”
Her mouth falls open.
“You better close that before I shove my cock in it.”
Her moan makes my dick throb. I want to feel that sound vibrating around me when I come down her throat.
“Promise?” She wets her lips.
“Yeah.” I can’t even lie. “I hope you like big dicks, because I’m fucking that mouth tonight.”
Christ, I need this. The control. The power. Setting the pace, making the decisions, earning her trust—all of it helps me focus. Without the upper hand, I’m a mindless animal, thrashing against an invisible cage.
