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How was she supposed to ask a man for what she wanted? How was she supposed to ask a man to share her? To possibly be the one to find someone to share her with. She would never satisfy her curiosity if she didn’t take advantage of every opportunity. Isn’t that what Mac always said?
She shook her head, embarrassed that Rob had witnessed her somniloquy. She had gone years without knowing she talked in her sleep. It wasn’t until she stayed at an ashram that one of the guests made a point to tell her that sleep talking was a disturbance to the peaceful, meditative space. As if she did it on purpose.
There was something different about Rob. Lying beside him, it was as if her brain settled, no dreams, no sleep talking. Wrapped in his arms it seemed that all her worries and all her running faded away, replaced by a feeling of contentment. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Could there be a connection between Rob and her dreams? Maybe that’s what stopped her from jumping at his proposition.
Martina rested her hands against the cool tile. She lifted her head and let the water spray her face, washing away her hesitation. She should at least give it a shot.
* * * *
Rob stared through the crack in the door and watched Martina’s reflection in the mirror. Whoever invented the glass shower door was a genius and must have been a man.
She was nervous. He saw the strain on her face. It was almost as serious as the strain in his pants. She talked to herself. Maybe she was trying to talk herself into taking him up on his offer. His signals were clear. Maybe she needed more of a nudge.
He watched as the water sluiced over her skin. She used the green bar of soap to lather up her body, her gloriously naked, perfect body. Her hair was plastered onto her neck and shoulders and when she turned slightly he was rewarded with the shadow of a tight, pink nipple.
He wasn’t going to let her get away. He couldn’t. He needed to experience her. To find out just what kind of hold she had on him. If nothing else, he needed to show her he was the man willing to give her everything she wanted between the sheets. Starting now.
Stepping in a little farther, he pushed the door open and leaned against the frame.
“You know–” He heard her breath catch over the water. “I’ve had a hard-on ever since I saw you in that white lingerie.”
Her hands stilled, and she turned her body away from the door, trying to cover herself. Instead she gave him a perfect view of her taut, creamy bottom. She caught his reflection in the mirror.
“I understand if you don’t want to date, but I don’t see why two adults who obviously have some kind of chemistry can’t take pleasure in each other.”
She stared at him for a long while through the mirror. Her eyes darted back and forth frantically, and he could practically see her thoughts racing through her head. She finally opened the shower door, extending an invitation.
Rob divested himself of his clothes and was inside the shower stall closing the glass door behind him in two seconds flat and then grabbed her in his arms.
There was definitely fire burning behind the fear in her eyes. “No strings. Just sex, right?”
He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “I promise.”
Rob grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a quarter-size amount into his hand. He turned their bodies, his back now bearing the brunt of the streaming water. She murmured softly as he lathered her hair and massaged her scalp.
She reached around and cupped his bottom, pulling him closer, so his length rubbed against the small of her back. Her hands made their way between their bodies, and she grabbed his straining cock. Those soft fingers did work magic. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into her hands but he had to stop. This was about her. That’s what she wanted, and that’s what he was going to give her.
He pulled away and twisted their bodies so her hair was directly underneath the warm stream of water. As it rinsed away the fruity shampoo he soaped her body, beginning at her shoulders then moving down, circling around her luscious breasts. He let his thumb trail behind and grazed over one of her distended nipples. His dick twitched against his stomach with every moan and soft breath that escaped her parted lips.
Caressing her skin, his hands made their way down until he soaped up the inside of her thighs. She opened automatically for him.
“I’ve never had a man wash me before.” Her voice was a warm tingle that spread through his body.
“You’ve never had a man be there for you.”
She tensed. He should come clean, tell her that if he hadn’t overheard her confession last night he probably wouldn’t be here right now. At least that’s what he believed last night, but something changed this morning when he woke up with her in his arms.
“I haven’t been with a man in a very long time.” The soap found its way to the tiled floor and was replaced by his fingers. “I don’t know why I just said that. Forget I said that.” She moaned low and needy, her head falling back into the streaming water. “That feels good.”
She had no idea what was coming.
“I’m going to have to make this the greatest sex you’ve ever had.”
“How are you going to do that?”
He inserted his index finger into her canal. She was already slick.
“Don’t worry about that.” A second finger made its way inside. “Let me pleasure you.”
