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Maybe words will ruin it.
So I stay silent, too, and step past him into the shower.
As soon as he closes the glass door, steam fills the area. The shower head is huge, and I take a deep breath. His hands land on my shoulders behind me.
I stiffen until I realize what he’s doing.
A massage?
His fingers work at my tense muscles until I relax, and he continues kneading and working his way down my back. I brace my arm on the wall and audibly sigh. He gets to my hips, and I think he might reverse course. But he keeps going, squeezing my ass, then the tops of my thighs. His hands come back up on the inside, and then he’s pushing one finger into me.
I hold back my groan and stay silent.
One finger isn’t enough.
He keeps going until I’m wriggling my hips to meet him, then he withdraws. I let out a noise of frustration.
He flips my wet hair over one shoulder and kisses the other. His hands snake around me, cupping my breasts. He pinches my nipples and tugs, and it doesn’t take much movement for me to push my hips back and feel his erection slip between my ass cheeks.
We inch under the water. He grabs soap and squirts it into his palm, washing my front slowly. I lean back against him, and he brings the suds up over my chest, paying special attention to my breasts, then back down. Over my stomach and down between my legs, where his fingers slide through my arousal.
I let out a sharp breath.
He keeps kissing my shoulder as he strokes me, his finger on my clit quickly turning me on more. He bands his other arm just under my breasts, keeping me against him.
I close my eyes.
When I come, I cry out softly. He holds me up when my legs go weak and shaky, but he doesn’t pull his hand away. He thrusts two fingers inside me. In and out. I’m sensitive, and the slowness creates a delicious friction that’s almost too much to bear.
His teeth scour my neck.
I cry out again. The heel of his palm grinds on my clit, giving me a bit of relief every time he thrusts his fingers into me. Over and over again.
I can’t come again.
But then I do.
I sag, completely spent, and he shuts off the water. It’s rinsed away the soap he washed me with. Before I can move, he wraps me in a fluffy robe and captures my hair up in a towel. He brings me to the bedroom, barely sparing a moment to shuck the water from his skin and hair, and pushes me onto the bed.
I scoot back, watching him warily.
No talking. I have no urge to break this weird silence between us.
He peels the robe apart and spreads my legs, giving me another look before sinking down. His mouth finds my clit.
I don’t know if I’ve ever met someone who likes going down on a woman so much. I’m tempted to say something, to bring that to his attention, but I can’t. There’s a new lump in my throat, and fresh tears burn the backs of my eyes.
Why does that make me feel special?
He licks and nips at me. He’s making rogue noises now, and I can’t help but fall a bit in love with it. Hedevoursme.
I need to read a romance book and find out if this is a universal experience for heroines,stat. Because this definitely doesn’t feel like real life.
Before I can come, he crawls up my body and slides into me like he’s always meant to be there. He leans to the side and pumps in and out, and my breath leaves me in quick, short spurts. He’s hitting a spot inside me that makes me crazy.
I bring my legs up around him, lifting my hips. His movements are getting rougher, his careful control loosening.
His hand on my throat has my eyes opening. I didn’t even realize I had closed them, but his fingers dig into my jaw. His grip tightens slightly, and my heart skips. I open and close my mouth and stare into his eyes.
