Page 40 of Mountain Shadow

“Is it okay? I can make it colder if you like.”

“No. I like it.” Sarah smiled. “Your shower is amazing. It feels like a warm rainfall.”

“That’s exactly what they sell it as,” he said, nibbling on her ear.

“I live in London. I’m lucky when the plumbing in my flat works at all. But this is something I could get used to.”

“Let me wash you,” he said, lathering his hands up with a white bar of soap. He started with her hands and wrists, massaging her forearms and elbows. Sarah tensed for a moment—from the time she was a little girl, she’d always been embarrassed by her bony, tough-skinned knees and elbows.

What is the world coming to?

Even my elbows feel sexy when he’s touching them.

His hands moved up to her shoulders, massaging kinks that she hadn’t even known were there.

“Please,” she said, arching further into the water spray.

Then his hands moved down her front. Every muscle he’d relaxed tensed up as his large hands reached her breasts. He stopped, purposefully, to lather more foam, then cupped one breast in each of his hands, massaging the globes gently.

He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger expertly. Sarah gasped, lost in that moment between pain and pleasure.

“Yes,” she said, arching further into him.

Supporting her with one hand, Jens lowered his head and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling gently.

Sarah quivered with excitement. She grabbed the hand still massaging her breast and pulled it down—to where she needed him most.

“I definitely need to clean you here as well,” he said, lathering up some soap and working them over her curls, then brushing her clit gently.

“More,” Sarah gasped, almost incoherent with need. She was surprised she was still standing. She knew if he removed his arm, which was currently supporting her weight, she’d slide to the floor like a limp noodle.

She was so wet, Jens’s long index finger went inside her easily. Moments later, he added a second finger. She’d never had anything inside her in the shower, and the combination of the water falling over her body and the fingers gently fucking her had her racing towards an explosion.

His thumb flicked over her clit—once, twice, three times, while his fingers stroked inside her.

“I’m going to—”

“Yes. Come for me now, Sarah.”

His words drove her over the edge. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers.

Her feet and legs shook, and she would have dropped to the floor of the shower, but Jens held her upright easily with one hand.

His lips sought hers. “Tired?”

She shook her head, looking at his thick cock, which stood almost vertical with need. “Uh-oh. Now I get to wash you, right?”

“I have a better idea,” he said. “Can you stand on your own for a moment?” he asked, leaning her against the wall.

He waited until she nodded before letting go. Still feeling incredibly relaxed, she listened as he rummaged for something outside the shower stall. He was back moments later, a little square foil gripped in his hand.

“Extra-large, huh?” she said, smiling, as she took it from him and opened it, rolling it over his cock.

Jens’s hands went around her hips. She sensed what he was going to do an instant before he did it.

“Stop, I’m too heavy—” she complained. Smiling, he lifted her and stepped into the shower spray, making sure the warm rainfall fell on her body.

“Wrap your legs around me, Sarah.”