Before I can ask what he means, he steps forward and grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me toward him.
His mouth crashes into mine in a kiss that’s hungry and overwhelming in the best possible way; the kind of kiss that steals the air from my lungs and replaces it with pure ecstasy. I barely have time to react before my hands are grabbing his sides, holding on as he backs me up a few steps until my shoulders hit the wall.
“I wasn’t expecting… this level of gratitude,” I say between kisses.
Eventually, he pulls back just long enough to murmur against my lips, “Shower.”
I scrunch my eyebrows at him then remember we did just spend an entire weekend camping.
“Excellent suggestion,” I reply, already pulling away.
I nearly sprint up the stairs, two at a time, my pulse racing with a completely different kind of anticipation now. Behind me, I hear John laugh under his breath, the sound following me up the staircase as I make it to the bathroom first and turn the shower on as hot as it will go.
By the time John reaches the doorway a minute later, steam is already starting to fill the room.
“You’re eager,” he observes, leaning casually against the frame.
“Yeah, I want to be ravished for my thoughtful surprise.” I shrug, already pulling my shirt over my head. “But I know we need to be clean first.”
“Mm-hmm,” John hums as his eyes move slowly down my body to my hard dick.
“What do you want to do to me as a thank you?” I prompt as I get into the shower. I’m so excited that this went even better than I could’ve imagined. He loves the fireplace!
“Well,” he starts as he strips and then joins me in the shower. “I was thinking maybe we could attempt Shibari for real, with me this time?”
“Oh, hell yeah. I’ll be your rope bunny,” I agree eagerly. “Tie me up, Daddy.” I was going for fun and playful, but the moment the word leaves my mouth, I burst out laughing.
John just stares at me blankly, hands pausing from soaping himself up to answer flatly, “Absolutely not.”
“I know, I know,” I concede, wiping my face as I keep laughing. “Daddy definitely isn’t your vibe. Is it, Sir?”
“Not even a little.”
“I had to try it once,” I explain, taking the soap from him.
John shakes his head, but the corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “You tried it in Vegas too. You’re ridiculous.”
“Okay, but that was different. We weren’t… this yet.” I wave my hand between us. “Now you’re actually letting me join you in the shower.”
John chuckles and steals the soap back from me. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. Want me to wash you, Princess?”
The nickname sends a familiar thrill through me, almost as much as his admission about enjoying my company does. “Yes, please.” I throw my arms around his shoulders, immediately leaning into him like standing on my own has suddenly become impossible. “I’m so ready to be your princess. Camping was hard! I’m tired from all the outside time.”
John raises an amused eyebrow as he sarcastically answers, “You poor thing.”
I nod. “Exactly. I can’t possibly wash myself now. Just need you to take care of me before you tie me up and I’m completely at your mercy.”
A quiet sound escapes him. The soap slides across my shoulders first, his hands moving slowly as they lather it over my skin. He takes his time washing me everywhere… except my dick and ass. He’s standing behind me now with his big, tattooed arms wrapped around me, though there’s still space between our hips, and I wish he’d close the distance.
“John, you’re forgetting something,” I whine, shaking my hips so my hard dick whips back and forth.
“I didn’t forget,” John argues quietly right into my ear. He lets his hand drift lower, the teasing pace making my skin prickle. He wraps soapy fingers around my dick, stroking me at an agonizingly slow pace before dragging his fingers over my hip and ass until he finally gets to my hole. He swirls them around, teasing me even further before finally pushing into me.
I tilt my head back against his shoulder, letting out a quiet breath as his touch lingers, finger gently pumping in and out of me. I close my eyes, enjoying the moment and the way he takes care of me, washing me, teasing me. John’s hands on me is truly my favorite feeling in the world, and I moan through the pleasure and tenderness.
After a few torturous minutes, I can’t take it anymore. “Please, John. I’m clean enough. I want you to show me what it’s like to actually be tied up properly.”
“Dry yourself off, then go wait in the bedroom for me. I’ll be there in a second,” John orders, and I rip open the shower curtain to grab a towel, drying myself off as quickly as possible on the way to his room.
