Page 71 of Two’s Better

I was about to suggest leaving her to it and taking a shower after she was done, when she said, with adorable determination, “We can make this work.”

“Ofure,” I said, the word filled with exasperated amusement.

“Sh.” She climbed in. “Come here.”

I laughed softly, but I couldn’t deny her anything. I climbed into the bath, one eyebrow arched high. Her hair was up, tucked neatly underneath her shower cap, which she was patting a little aggressively. My smile warmed even further.

“Is it time to take out your braids?”

She blinked. “Shit. Yeah. I’ve been meaning to do it for a while but ...”

ADHD, I thought silently to myself, but didn’t say out loud. “I can help you take them out when we get to mine.”

“Could you, please?” She gave me puppy eyes. “Thank you.”

The shower was hitting her shoulders, wetting her skin. Barely a single drop managed to land on me. But Ofure took my hands with determination, lifting them over her head and getting them wet, before grabbing her shower gel and sponge.

“Bathe me,” she demanded.

I snorted. “Yes, Fure, baby.”

Our amusement morphed into something else entirely as I began to do as I was told, practically caressing her skin with the soapy sponge. Her breath hitched as I went over her small, pebbled nipples with the rough material, her soft stomach tightening. I left no part of her body untouched, getting on my knees to scrub her feet, grinning when she giggled as I cleaned between her toes. The intimacy of it all made my chest hot, made me feel like I couldn’t breathe, though that could just be the heat and steam from the shower talking. I knew damn well it wasn’t.

When I was done, she stepped back into the spray, and I watched with hunger and appreciation, my dick full and throbbing as the water rinsed off all the bubbles from her lovely dark skin.

Then, to my amusement, she opened the curtain, stepped out onto the plastic bathmat, then poked me with a finger, forcing me to move forward with a laugh until I was the one standing underneath the spray and she’d taken my place on the other side.

She beamed at me, her expression triumphant, and I had to reel her in and kiss her. Her slick, naked body coming in contact with mine made us both groan, the kiss transforming from sweet to filthy. She was just beginning to rub her body against me when I pulled back from the kiss, pushing her away slightly.

“Probably not a good idea to fuck in here,” I said gruffly, even though I badly wanted to.

She tried to push closer again but I stopped her. She pouted. “But ... we could—” Her voice was low, sexy. “With just our hands—or our mouths—”

My dick kicked between my legs. “No,” I said gruffly. “It’s too dangerous—Ofure,” I growled because she was already sinking to her knees, her body too slick from her shower for me to stop her. “Fucking hell. You greedy little thing.”

“Try not to slip,” she teased sultrily, and when she darted forward, I didn’t stop her. How could I, when she looked so fucking perfect down on her knees for me?

I locked all my muscles to keep from moving as she began placing kisses all over my dick, before wrapping her fist around it tight and pumping as she sucked the head into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the word long and drawn out.

She kept her eyes locked on mine as she flicked her tongue experimentally over the frenulum, and it took everything in me to keep my hips from jerking forward.

“Goddamn. Fucking hell.” Keeping myself from moving made my pleasure feel so fucking intense; I was gripping her slick shoulders for purchase, biting my lower lip savagely as she began pumping my length and sucking on the head, moaning filthily with each stroke. It took her a moment to find a rhythm that worked, but once she did, it was over for me. I was so turned on that despite the fact that I’d already come twice this night, I found myself on the edge quicker than I’d have liked.

Like she knew I was trying to fight it, one of her hands found my balls, gently rolling them in her palm, before a single finger slipped a little deeper to gently but firmly stroke my perineum.

I spilled into her mouth before I could sound a warning, choking back a pleasured shout, my hips jerking uncontrollably. She practically sucked me dry until I was shaking and pushing her away, my sensitive dick begging for mercy.

She’d grabbed the soap before I could recover, forming a lather in her palms and beginning to wash me. I tried to reach for her, and she giggled, arching her hips away from my touch. I frowned. “The fuck?”

“Sh. I’m taking care of you now.”

I managed a weak laugh, still a little bit out of it from that brilliant fucking orgasm, so I didn’t complain as she washed me clean until my heart was back to aching, every inch of me sparkling clean and content.

We stepped out of the bath, she proceeded to hand me a spare toothbrush from the cupboard underneath the sink, and we stood, wet and dripping as we cleaned our teeth.

When we were done, I wrapped my left arm around her before she could head for the hook on the back of the bathroom door, where our towels were waiting. I yanked her back onto my chest, both of us facing the bathroom mirror. Then I pushed two fingers from my right hand between her thick thighs, dipping them down between her pussy lips. She was wet, probably from sucking me off earlier. So fucking hot.