“William,” I said with regret. “I’m still on my period.”
“And?” His body covered mine, and he lowered his mouth to the breast he’d been working. Gently, he drew my nipple between his lips, applying the perfect amount of pressure to leave me breathless and somewhere between pleasure and achy need.
“And…” I couldn’t think with him touching me. His hands roamed over my body, and before I knew what happened, my T-shirt was gone and his hands and mouth were on my other breast. My heart slammed in my chest and the blood roared in my ears as my body responded to his efforts. I could feel my hips rising to cup his erection, could feel my sex growing swollen and wet.
Summoning my last bastion of strength, I gave him a playful push. “Stop. I have to shower and get to work.” I sat and pulled my shirt back on. William lay back, watching me lazily.
“I’m heading over to Beckett’s to finish up work on the Fresh for Spring campaign. We have to submit the shots we did today. Remember, crisp green asparagus stalks and snow-flocked cherries?”
“Duty calls.” His eyes were a dark, unreadable grey, and I watched him warily as I rose and headed for the shower. While I waited for the water to heat up, I reflected how the tables seemed to have turned. Usually William was the one jumping out of bed and heading to the gym or some high-powered meeting. Today, he was lounging under my covers looking perfectly content. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. I tested the water, stepped inside, and closed the curtain. The warm water cascaded over me, and then I heard the curtain open. Naked, William stepped inside.
Unlike the shower at his penthouse, mine was small and crowded. I only had one shower head, and there wasn’t enough room for both of us to stand side by side. The benefit of the cramped space was that our bodies touched almost immediately. His skin was slick and hot, and I couldn’t stop my hand from running along the sleek muscles of his back. He kissed me as I touched him, then reached for the body wash and squeezed some into his hands, rubbing them together until a citrus-smelling lather formed. He started with my shoulders, his hands moving in small circles, kneading my muscles and spreading slippery soap onto my skin. His fingers slid down my arms and back up. My nipples hardened in anticipation of his slippery fingers, and he didn’t disappoint. His hands slid over my skin with just enough pressure to leave me wanting more.
I was warm, wet, and soapy, but he wasn’t finished. William was nothing if not thorough. He filled his hands with more soap and worked on my legs, moving higher and higher until I was all but panting. His fingers caressed my inner thighs, the backs of his knuckles brushing against my sex, but he didn’t give me the pressure I wanted.
“William,” I begged.
“Turn around.”
I turned, and he began the same thorough, mechanical washing of my back, his hands gliding over my buttocks and sliding between them until I thought I might have to force him to touch my throbbing clit.
“Shampoo,” he said. I handed it to him, and he lathered my hair, his fingers working through my scalp, massaging it until I was tingling with pleasure. He turned me to face him again and angled my head back. I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, and when I glanced back at him, his gaze was on my up-thrust breasts. “Very nice,” he said. “Now, turn around again.”
“The water is going to start getting cold,” I told him.
“Then I’ll have to make this fast.”
He spun me around, and I caught my balance with one hand on the tiled wall. His hand on my lower back guided me down until I was bending at the waist, the spray of water on my back and legs keeping me warm—along with the ministrations of William’s hands. They were soapy again as he stroked my ass, cupping it then reaching between my legs to massage. One finger brushed my clit, and I bucked against him. His erection was already pressed against my ass, and he guided his cock to my center as he swirled a finger over my clit. I moaned and pushed back on the hard head of his cock, feeling him enter me as his finger slid mercilessly over my swollen clit. My legs trembled, and my body shook as I felt my release build, and then I couldn’t stop it. Like a tidal wave, it washed over me, crashing into me as he entered me at the peak. I slammed a fist against the wall, gasping and struggling to stay on my feet. But William’s arm wrapped around my waist kept me up as he sank his cock into me and thrust fast and hard.
I braced myself against the tile, my moans and the slap of our bodies echoing in the small space. He kicked my legs farther apart and bent me lower, filling me completely. One hand remained anchored at my waist, while the other stroked my breasts. He teased an aching nipple with his fingers, circling it faster and faster as his thrusts quickened. I could feel another orgasm building, and I tried to stave it off. My legs were already shaking uncontrollably.