I crowd her up against the shower wall, slotting one of my legs between hers. The hot water hits my back as I capture one of her wrists and press it against the wall above her head. She’s matching my energy, kissing me fiercely and gripping roughly at my back. She arches into me greedily when I slide my hand down between her legs and start playing with her.
She’s wet from the water, obviously, but it’s also clear how turned on she is, because I’m able to glide two fingers right inside her. As I finger her, I relinquish her mouth so that I can kiss, suck, and bite my way down her neck and chest. I duck down to capture a nipple between my teeth, and she gasps, her fingers scrambling along my back as I pull it toward me.
“Fuck, fuck, I—”
I ease up a bit, switching to sucking gently on her nipple while I run my thumb in light circles over her clit. She moans loudly, and I decide I need both of my hands on her immediately.
Releasing her wrist, I grab her leg and hike it up, directing it around my waist. “Hold on to me,” I tell her.
And she does. Her body is wrapped around me now as I make it my mission to drive her pleasure higher and higher. I cup one of her breasts in my hand, squeezing it and toying with her nipple. With her leg around my waist, she’s more open for me. I slide three fingers inside her this time, curling them forward while my thumb keeps pressure on her clit.
“Are you gonna come for me, Strawberry?” I ask right in her ear. I tug her earlobe with my teeth before moving down to suck at the spot where her neck and shoulder meet.
“Yes. Please.” She’s nodding her head and pushing her hips forward, clutching at me to stay upright. “More. I need...”
“What do you need?”
She doesn’t answer me. She just keeps writhing her body, her movements becoming more urgent, and I can tell she’s getting close. I remove my fingers from her, and her eyes widen like she’s upset about it. But I quickly slide them back in, fitting my pinky along with them, so now I’m fucking her with four fingers.
Her head tips back against the shower wall, and her mouth falls open. I steal a kiss, then pull away to tell her, “You look so hot like this, riding my fingers like a good girl.”
“Uhmnf.”
“Was that supposed to be a word?” I tease. “I think you like being good for me, don’t you?”
I have no idea where this kind of dirty talk is even coming from. If I ever tried to call my ex a good girl, she would’ve lost her shit. But Riley Rowland has been the best kind of surprise in bed—and in the kitchen and the shower—and she’s somehow bringing out this side of me.
And by the way her pupils have dilated so much they’re practically swallowing up the blue of her eyes, I know she definitely does like it.
In less than a minute, I feel her starting to spasm around my fingers. I keep up my rhythm. I keep fucking her with my fingers and pressing on her clit with my thumb as she cries out, and then her body shudders, and she completely falls against me.
It takes a bit of strength to prevent us both from crashing to the shower floor. I help her to ease her leg down from my waist, and then I hold her while the rest of her comes back down.
After a minute, her breathing has returned to normal, and she looks at me with a happy twinkle in her eyes. “Oh my god, that was...”
I smirk as I lean in to kiss her. Then I tap the side of her ass and tell her, “Let’s finish up before the water gets cold.”
She looks confused, maybe a little dazed still from the orgasm. “But. Um.”
I’m not sure what she’s trying to say, but since she doesn’t seem sure either, I jump in. “We’ll finish showering and dry off, then we’ll go to my room. I’m not done with you yet.”
She lets out a surprised laugh at that, then nods her head and moves back under the water. “Can I use your shampoo?”
I hand it to her, giving her one more quick kiss, letting the spray of the water catch me a bit in the face. We both do what we need to do, taking each other by the waist every time we want to trade places. And then when we step out of the shower, I hurry to wrap myself in a towel before grabbing one for her and running it over her wet skin.
Is she a fully grown adult capable of drying herself off? Yes, of course, she is. But something’s driving me to keep doing these little things for her. Something about her sweetness and her vulnerability seems to be cracking the shield I built around my heart after everything that went down with my ex-wife.
Mostly, though, I’m just taking the excuse to feel her up some more.
Because this thing with us is only about sex, remember? It’s not supposed to be anything deeper than that.
And that’s why, once we’re dry, I take her hand and lead her across the hall into my bedroom. With a grin, I tug at the towel where she’s secured it under her armpit and let it drop to the floor before dropping my own as well.
“You should hang those up,” she tells me, a playful smile quirking up the corner of her mouth.
“Later,” I say. “Right now I think you should get on the bed for me.” I back her toward it, relishing in the sound of her delighted laughter. When the backs of her legs hit the side, she sits down. “Lie back on the pillows.”
She glances at the head of my bed, then gives me a hesitant look. “My hair’s too wet.”
