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I kiss his shoulder blade as my hand dips lower, skimming my fingers down his obliques and relishing the way the muscle flutters in response. He snorts and jumps away slightly, and I realize with delight that he’sticklish.It makes him seem so vulnerable and human in my hands, and the effect is wholly enticing.
God, the things I want to do to this man are positively filthy.
Things I’ve never done.
Things I’ve never eventhoughtabout doing.
“I promise I’ll try not to tickle you again,” I whisper, gently scratching my nails along the more prominent, sculpted muscles on the front of his stomach. TheRectus Abdominus.I may have failed math, but I didn’t fail anatomy. I would’ve gotten an even better grade if all of the illustrations looked like him. “Just relax, okay?”
He nods, and I let my fingers graze the length of his cock, loving the way it twitches at the contact. I keep a bottle of unscented lotion on the side of the tub, and I sneak two pumps into my opposite hand before massaging it along his shaft. I feel his knees buckle slightly, and I can tell already that he’s going to be putty in my hands.
“You’re playing with fire, El.”
Ignoring his words, I keep my touches light, stroking slowly and evenly, pressing my face against his shoulder blade and kissing his skin, tasting the water from the shower in little sips. I get the impression that he isn’t used to women taking the time to touch him. He doesn’t seem like he’s ever had anyone take care of him, even explore his body all in the name of pleasing him and finding out what he likes. The way he looks, I wonder how that can even be possible. I’ve seen the way women eye fuck him all night at the bar. My thumb slips over the swollen tip of his dick every third or so stroke, and he jerks into my hand each time.
“I’m going to need you to stop soon,” he chokes out.
“Why?” I play dumb in response, tightening my grip. “Is this not good?”
He grunts, gritting his teeth. “You know this is good. You know this ismorethan good. Which is the whole damn problem.”
“I don’t see aproblem,” I tease. “I’m the person who’s saying I like exploring your body. I want it to be so good for you and you’re saying it is.”
“If I come without getting to touch you, there’s gonna be a problem,” he shoots back playfully, chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. “I’m not the kind of asshole who rolls over after he nuts and leaves a woman unsatisfied.”
He’s right. It wouldn’t be fair. And I know there’s a limit on how long the hot water will last. I surrender. Releasing my grip, I trail my hands up along his torso to his chest, stroking my way along his breastbone before turning him around to face me.
I tilt my head upward, and our gazes snap together. “Well, Weston? What is it you want to touch?”
Sucking in a breath, he grits out, “Is ‘everything’ a good answer?”
He catches my smile in a kiss, the water from the shower running in rivulets down his face and onto my cheeks. Bringing a hand down to my thigh, he lifts my leg so that my foot rests on the side of the tub, before dragging his fingertips along my wet folds. He makes teasing circles around my entrance, and the noises I make in response are so needy that I’m a little disappointed in myself.
Trying to remain at least a little bit in charge, I take his cock in my hand, angling him toward me. The look of warm surprise at how bold I am is worth it.
“Are you, uh—” he stammers, not wanting to ruin the mood with a question.
“On the pill?” I finish the thought for him, trying not to come out of my skin with the immediacy of my desire. “Yeah. I’m clean too. Are you?”
“Yes. I haven’t been with anyone in a while. So the condom last time?”
“Was being responsible.” He still hasn’t made the final move, grazing my clit with his length. I’m going to lose my mind. “It’s always smart to be safe.”
He nods. “Good. I like that about you. If I haven’t said it yet, Elowyn, I want you to focus on your own safety and protect yourself from everyone, even from me.”
“What if you’re the one who needs protecting from me?” I hiss, feeling my hips start to move against his involuntarily. “Can you fuck me already? I like your dick much better when it’s stretching me to capacity. I love feeling you take me, Weston.”
He practically beams when I ask him and says, “You’re leaning into your bad girl era so damn good, babe.” I’ll have to remember how much he likes me being so direct. “You don’t know how much this means to me. I’ve never been inside a woman bare before. You’re my first.”
Bracing against the wall with one hand, the other finds my hip, and he enters me in a single fluid motion that makes my eyes slam shut and all of the air leave my lungs.
A moan escapes as I adjust to the invasion. “Mmm… you feel so big like this.”
“So, so good,” he grits out.
There’s something about him that fits so perfectly. Both physically, in the sense that he’s just the right length and girth to give me that delicious stretch, and emotionally on some deeper level. Almost like our souls knew each other before in another life. God, that sounds like something Ensley would say, but it’s true.
He knows how and when to move before I even have the thought. Every stroke is just right, and I know it won’t take much to tip me over the edge. Both of his hands are full with keeping us from slipping in the soapy water, so I bring my own hand between our bodies. His eyebrows raise at the rough way I circle my clit, knowing exactly how to get where I need to be and not wanting to waste time with any kind of teasing.
