He seemed to especially love my curves.
I glance up at him in the shower and smile. Oh, he’s pretty. He’s scrubbing his hair, and I can’t help but pour some body wash in my hands and start washing his back.
“Mmm…” he growls and leans his head back in the spray to rinse his hair.
“How often do you work out?” I ask.
“Just about every day,” he replies and turns around, pouring the fragrant soap into his own hands. “Turn around.”
“How about you?” he asks as he starts massaging my shoulders.
“What was the question?” I murmur.
I hear his chuckle. “How often do you work out?”
“I do yoga three or four times a week when I can fit it in. My work is pretty physical too. That’s it.” I shrug.
“It’s working for you.” His voice is sincere and I glance back at him and smile.
“Back at you.”
He rhythmically circles his hands over my back and down to my bottom, and then steps around me so my back is in the water and starts massaging my front.
“You have great hands,” I whisper and brace myself on his hips.
“You have great skin,” he responds. His hands run over my breasts and tight nipples, suds running down my torso. He eases one hand down my belly and finds my clitoris with a finger. He backs me up against the wall and pulls my earlobe between his teeth.
“Ah!”
“I would love to make love to you here, baby, but there’s no condom dispenser in the shower.” I feel him grin and I look up into his bright blue eyes.
Before he can slip a finger inside me I grab his hand and bring it up to my lips, pulling his finger into my mouth, sucking it hard. His pupils dilate and he bites his lip.
“I have a better idea.”
With that I run my hands down his chest, over his abdomen and to his hips. I sink down to my knees and am at eye level with his impressive, very hard cock. I wrap my hand around it moving up and down, looking up into his eyes.
“Shit, baby.” He closes his eyes and leans both hands against the wall of the shower, and seeing the pleasure on his beautiful face empowers me.
I lean in and lick around the rim of the head, then take him in my mouth and suck hard.
“Fuck!”
Oh, yes!
I push and pull him in and out of my mouth, my teeth sheathed behind my lips. I’m sucking and licking, swirling around the tip as I pull up. He starts to rock his hips against me and I take him deeper and deeper, feeling the tip at the back of my mouth.
“Oh shit, Nat. Stop baby, I’m gonna come.”
But I don’t want to stop so I don’t. I continue the torment, reveling in making him crazy. He grabs hold of the bun on top of my head and growls as he comes, and I swallow quickly.
I grin up at him, and he’s panting, his forehead leaning against the tile. As he catches his breath he looks down at me, his eyes molten blue, and pulls me to my feet kissing me long and hard.
Oh my.
“Come on, let’s get out of the water.” He pulls away, turns off the water and hands me a fluffy towel.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Starving.” He grins wickedly and I laugh at him, wrapping the towel around me as I walk around him and into my bedroom. I spy his grey t-shirt on the floor and scoop it up. I drop the towel and pull the shirt over my head. Mmmm… it smells like him.
No panties. I giggle at my audacity and turn around to find Luke standing in the doorway, a towel around his hips and his eyes on me.
“That’s some show, Nat.”
“Glad you liked it,” I reply with a smile. “Come on, we’ll find something to eat in the kitchen.”
I wait for him to pull on his shorts – no underwear! – and we head downstairs.
Luke sits on a barstool and watches me move about the kitchen.
“I have no idea what we have,” I say shyly. “This is Jules’ domain. Hmm… Caesar salad?”
I hold the bowl up out of the fridge and he nods. I dish it out for both of us, and then walk around and sit next to him.
“So you don’t cook at all?” he asks.
I grimace. “I can, I choose not to. Jules has always lived with me, and she loves to cook, so it works for us.”
At the mention of her name, I hear the front door open. “Nat?” she calls.
“I’m in the kitchen,” I call back.
“Do you have company?”
I frown. “Yeah.”
“Okay, going to bed. See you tomorrow.” I hear her shoes click up the stairs.
Luke raises a brow and looks at me. I shrug.
“Maybe she had a bad day.”
“Maybe,” I respond and frown, but shrug it off. I’ll ask her about it tomorrow. I figured she would have been curious to get a peek at Luke, but seeing as we’re both half naked, I’m relieved. I don’t really want anyone to see Luke without his shirt on.