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“Show me what you like.” The words are a low command in my ear, and I move my hand to cover hers, drawing them up to my clit and adding the slightest pressure there. I leave my hand on top of hers, making slow circles on my clit. I add more pressure and the slow building orgasm comes full force. My body tenses, pleasure flooding every cell, every synapse. I grip her hair, my moan bounces through the steamy bathroom, and ecstasy zips through me. My moans slow to gasps of pleasure as she slows, easing me out of my orgasm and back down to earth. I feel weightless, boneless, and completely drunk on Janet.
My breathing starts to slow, and my head becomes less fuzzy when I smell something fruity. “Strawberries.” I say the word all breathy, and Janet laughs. Strawberries would be my shampoo, and Janet is lathering it into my hair.
“It smells amazing.” She massages my scalp and I nearly come again.
“That feels amazing.” My back is still to her and I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I turn to face her, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me. Soapy hands move to my neck and shoulders.
“Do you own a turtleneck?” She raises a brow and I touch my neck.
“I do not.” I step under the spray to rinse my hair and Janet moves, grabbing my shampoo and lathering her own hair. I watch the suds run down her perky breasts, her flat stomach, and hip bones. A perfect thin strip of hair points to the apex of her thighs. I move my eyes back to hers.
“Next time, I want to see your face when you come.” Janet smiles and reaches for me, switching our places so she can rinse her hair.
“Next time?” I really just want to hear her say it again.
“You heard me.” Yes, yes, I did. Loud and clear.
“I did.” I agree, moving in to run hands over her wet hair and kissing her again. “We should finish up in here. I have no idea how long this hot water will last.” I grab the conditioner, and she picks up the body wash. We take turns wordlessly washing the rest of the dust and grime from each other, stealing kisses, nibbles, and tasting each other as we go. Our skin is pink and mottled from the hot water and scrubbing when we get out, but as soon as I clear the mirror, the hickey on my neck is bright and obvious. I give Janet a look as she wraps a towel around herself, and she shrugs. We take our time toweling off, and I go to the bedroom, cooler air prickling my skin, to get us both clean clothes. I grab two pairs of sweats and two shirts and walk back into the bathroom in time to see Janet bent over drying off her legs. Her ass is on full display, and I have the urge to kiss every inch of her exposed skin, which is all of it. The colder air in the bedroom sucks the steam from the bathroom as we get dressed and I can see her more clearly. She’s so fucking beautiful. I throw my clothes on first and step over to her before she can put the sweatpants on, grabbing her hips and pressing her back into the his and hers sink. Or in this case, hers and hers.
“I like you in my shirt.” I kiss her, backing up when she tries to kiss me back.
“You might not get it back.” Janet drapes her arms around my neck, humming when I kiss her neck, my hands sliding down to her ass.
“I’m fine with that.” I work my way down her body, lifting her shirt to expose abs and muscles that I definitely haven’t seen on my own body. I kiss across from one hip bone to the next, working my way lower until I’m on my knees in front of her. Nerves settle in my stomach, and my hands rub her thighs to keep from shaking. The last thing I want to give away right now is that I’ve never actually done this before. I’ve been with exactly one other woman, she never let me return the favor, and then promptly broke my heart. Janet’s eyes bore into me, I can feel them without even looking up. Starting at her thigh, I kiss my way up, skipping all the important bits and moving my lips down the other leg to her knee. Janet lets out a shuddering breath when I drag my tongue all the way up to the apex of her thighs and I love that I can affect her this way. Before I lose my nerve, and with urging from her hands in my hair, I dive in. Janet drapes her leg over my shoulder, blunt nails digging into my scalp as I lick from bottom to top, tongue swirling around her clit before doing it again. It doesn’t take long for her to direct me exactly where she wants me, tugging at my hair, heavy breaths of pleasure picking up when I suck her clit into my mouth. Glancing up, I see her head thrown back, chest heaving, and the sight has me two seconds from coming again myself.
“Oh fuck.” Janet’s normally even voice is high, breathy and her hips buck into my face when she comes. I dig my fingers into her thighs, keeping them apart, making her ride out her pleasure for as long as I can. Her nails score my scalp, the bite of pain adding to how much getting her off is turning me on. I could literally do this all night if she’d let me. I slow my pace, licking her slowly, bumping her clit with my tongue and making her gasp with aftershocks until a sharp tug to my hair has me lowering her leg and climbing to my feet. A slow smile graces her lips and she pulls me into her.
“We should… I should go to bed.” I want her to stay so, so bad, but don’t want to assume.
“Alone?” She picks up the sweats and steps into them before turning to the mirror and raking her hair into a bun, securing it with a band from her wrist.
“I don’t have to go to bed alone.” I lean against the sink, watching her fix her hair and nibble her lip.
“It is pretty late, and I did have a couple of beers.” She mirrors my stance, too far away.
“And your Uber driver is off tonight.” My fingers itch to touch her again, but I stay where I am.
“She is. I should probably get her to bed. Big day tomorrow.” Janet smiles and makes the first move, stepping toward me. I let her take my hand and pull me to the bed, turning off lights as we go. She tugs me down with her, a heap of arms and legs and blankets until we’re both on our sides, legs entwined, facing each other. The lamp behind me lights up her face with a dim yellow glow, making her hazel eyes dance. “You… you could be really good for me or really dangerous.” She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Both?” I inch in closer.
“Both is good.” She winks at me and my face heats. “Dinner tomorrow? I can pick you up from the bookstore.”
“My treat. Since you got the pizza.” I catch her hand as it comes up to touch my face and press a kiss to her palm.
“It’s a date. Now go to sleep.” She leans over me, flicking off the lamp, and settles in closer than she was before, our noses almost touching in the darkness. She’s right about one thing, this is either going to be something amazing, or something terrible.
CHAPTER7
JANET
“I legitimately haveno idea what’s going on!” Playing a game designed for couples that requires absolute in sync teamwork is a fucking terrible idea when the person you’re playing with is new to your life.
“I’m going to turn this thingy and you run up to the platform. The right bumper swings you across! GO!” Rowen yells the directions like we aren’t sitting in the same room on the same sofa. I press my thumb on the joystick, holding it down to make my little blue haired character dash across the screen and hit the A to jump her up on the platform, hit the button I hope is correct and confetti erupts on the screen. I sag back on the couch in relief, Rowen slumping next to me and letting her head fall on my shoulder.
“I wonder how many marriages have ended over this game about a fictional couple?” I rest my head on top of hers.
“Hundreds. I want to never play with you again, and we aren’t even married.” Rowen sighs. “I really thought this game would be fun, and it is, but does this stress you out as much as it does me?”
