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A surge of excitement rushes through me at the thought of us being naked together. I know it’s wrong, but I want this more than my next breath. Even though he’s fighting it, I know he does too.
“Help me take my dress off?” I ask, lifting my arms up above my head.
“Turn around,” he rasps, clearly affected by the thought of seeing me naked. Once my back is to him, I feel the heat of his body less than an inch away from mine.
“Why did you ask me to turn around?” I whisper, not that I expect him to answer.
“Because undressing you from behind is already going to wreck me. You’re so fucking beautiful, Bee,” his voice like gravel as he slowly lifts my dress over my hips.
I give a small smile at the nickname, even though he can’t see it. “I like it when you call me that, Bee. No one has ever called me that before.”
“Good; it’s just for me,” he replies, his voice hardening, as if he’s suddenly jealous at non-existent competition.
I can’t hide the goosebumps that cover my body as his fingers brush against my skin while he takes his time lifting my dress inch by inch. When he finally raises the dress over my head, leaving me in just my thong, he sucks in a deep breath.
“Phoebe, please tell me you can remove your thong. I might not make it up off the floor if I try to do it,” his husky voice sounds behind me.
Smiling at his comment, I decide to show him some mercy. Stepping out of my dress pooled at my feet, I hook my thumbs into the strings of my thong and slowly slide it down my legs, fully exposing my backside as I bend to move it over my knees and feet.
“Phoebe, I need a minute,” he croaks, his voice barely audible. “Get in the shower and turn the water on. I’ll be right behind you.”
Knowing he’s trying to process the idea of getting in the shower with one of his athletes, I nod my head and give him the time he needs. Once I step in the shower, I’m encased by glass walls and black tile. When I turn the knob to the left, hot water starts to spray down my body from the rain shower head.
I have just enough time to let the water soak through my hair before I hear the shower door click open behind me. My body ignites with anticipation and excitement, knowing that Knox is naked and aroused, standing less than a few feet away from me.
Not wanting to push him, I keep my back turned and reach for the soap bottle.God, I want to turn around and look at him.I want to see what he looks like with nothing on to hide him from me. I want to watch the water cascade down his sculpted body. I wonder if his dick is thick and hard, just for me.
“Let me,” he rasps, stepping closer and taking the soap bottle from my hands. He pours a decent amount of soap in his hand before placing the bottle back on the shower ledge.
I lose all sense of sanity when I feel his large hands start to rub soapy circles into my shoulders, neck, down the length of my back.How can a simple touch feel so erotic?I swear, I could come from just the feeling of his rough hands against my skin.
His hands stay focused on my back for a while, before he gets more comfortable and starts to explore other parts of my body. When his hand reaches out around and starts to caress my stomach, I arch into him, letting him know how much I crave his touch. The way he’s touching me is more than just washing me. It's sensual and intimate, like he’s taking his time memorizing every inch of my body.
Leaning into him, I roll my head back against his shoulder, exposing my neck and chest to his wandering hands. My nipples have hardened to little points, and I know he can see how full my breasts are from this angle. He groans as his chest hits my back, placing us skin to skin for the first time. His hands move from my stomach to my hips, roaming back and forth, teasing the area above my core. He grunts, unable to hold back any longer, and grips my hips, pulling my ass flush against his hard cock.Fuck, he’s so big.His length settles between my cheeks, feeling thick and long against me. I moan when he rolls his hips, the friction driving me crazy.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Phoebe? You drive me fucking crazy. How can I be in the comfort of my own home, alone and naked with you, and not have you? I don’t have that kind of self-control. This is killing me,” he groans in a whisper, lowering his head to place an open-mouth kiss to my neck.
I need him to touch me.To really touch me.I want his hands on my breasts, tugging on my nipples, rubbing my clit, slipping inside me. I need him everywhere. I need him like I need my next breath.
“Knox, I need you. Please… I need you to touch me,” I plead, rocking my ass against his straining erection.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he murmurs, skimming his hands up my body to cup my breasts, cradling them in his large hands. “Do you want me to touch you here?” He massages my sensitive breasts before rolling my nipples between his fingers.
“Knox…” I moan, pushing my hips harder against him. We’re so close now, his dick is nestled into the crevice of my ass, rubbing up and down in continuous motion. We can’t control our bodies; they run on autopilot when we’re together.
“Do you like me playing with your perfect tits? Could you come just like this?” he growls as he nips the crook of my neck.
This man is going to be the death of me. I’m addicted to every dirty word.
“Knox, oh God,” I cry out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Please touch me. I can’t take it,” I beg.
“Where do you want me? Tell me exactly where you want my hands, Bee,” he answers my plea, sucking on my neck between each word.
“My... my… ,” I stutter, trying to find the right word. I'm not exactly experienced with dirty talk. What am I going to say? Vagina?That’s sounds fucking weird.
“Your what, baby?” he prods, calling me baby yet again. I’ve always thought the term of endearment sounded cheesy when other couples used it, but it’s perfect coming from his mouth.
“Knox… please just…”
