“We play a lot of games, but they’re team property.”
I nod to cubbies filled with shoes. “I take it your shoes are personal property?”
He smirks a little as he glances at his shoe collection. “So I like shoes.”
“Do you have a favorite pair?” I ask.
“Of course I do.”
“Which ones?”
“Well, my black Pradas are pretty incredible,” he says, and he pulls a pair out to show me. They’re gorgeous. And they look expensive as fuck. He slides them back into their cubby and pulls out another pair. “But for an athletic sneaker, I’d have to go with the Nike Metcon Ten, the custom ones that are matte black with metallic accents and have my number on them.”
“Those are pretty sweet.”
“I can get you a pair. I know people,” he teases, and I laugh. “Now about that shower…”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. He starts undressing, shirt first—after all, we did come here so he could shower and get ready for his game, but I thought that excluded me. Apparently I was wrong.
He nods to me. “Your turn.”
“My shirt?” I ask, glancing down at it.
He nods. “It would look better on the floor, and if we’re doing the full tour, I need to show you how the eight showerheads work.”
I grin as I rise to my feet and rustle out of my shirt in record time. “I’m ready to learn.”
It’s a race to see who can get naked first. He wins, but we’re really both winners in this game.
He shows me where he keeps the towels, and he grabs one for me. He sets it on a hook near the shower so it’s in grabbing reach when I exit, and then he shows me where to turn on the two main overhead rain showerheads. There’s a handheld showerhead connected to each of those along with four additional wall-mounted heads.
“I don’t usually have all eight going at once, but this one here,” he says, pointing to one, “is the best for lower back pain.” He moves me into position and turns a nozzle, and holy hell, he’s absolutely right. The spray is a little above my lower back, but it’s adjustable, and it’s pure heaven. Like getting a massage in the shower.
He leaves that one in place, and of the very few times I’ve showered with another person, I’ve always found that one of us has to be cold at some points during a shared shower since only one of us has access to a main showerhead at a time.
That’s not true in this shower, a sexy luxury I didn’t know existed.
“Have you ever had a showerhead giving you a back massage while getting fucked at the same time?” he asks, his eyes hot on mine.
I bite my bottom lip as I shake my head.
“Well, in about thirty seconds, you won’t be able to say that anymore.”
My brows rise. “You’re allowed to…do that before game time?”
“I have seven hours to recover. If anything, thinking about you being here will motivate me to play my best.”
My cheeks burn, and it’s not from the steam in this shower.
He leans down to press his lips to mine, and he opens his mouth almost immediately, his tongue moving against mine the same way it did last night, the same way it did back in the Bahamas.
He lifts me so I’m straddling his waist, the shower still on my back as he lowers me down over his cock. I hold on around his neck as he starts to move, his mouth still on mine, my tits smashed against his chest, our bodies slick and warm from the water.
It’s hot and steamy, literally, as he pumps into me over and over, setting the pace and mimicking it with his mouth as his tongue thrashes against mine. There’s no time for his sexy, dirty mouth as he kisses me and fucks me at the same time, our bodies totally in sync with each other.
Maybe we just did this last night, but each time feels new and different and somehowbetterthan the timebefore as our feelings continue to grow for each other, as we continue to bond, and as our lives start to merge.
It hits me out of nowhere. My pussy tightens over him as the contractions ripple through me, hard and hot, over and over. I cling onto him as my thighs tighten around his waist, doing my best to ride it out and continue kissing him through the whimpers and yelps of pleasure as it overwhelms my every sense.
