When she wasn’t working or with him, she was writing. She’d always written in her journals as a means of creative expression and for her own pleasure. Lately, her hands ached because she could barely keep up with a pen in hand. She’d even considered saving for a laptop.
Seth climbed from the truck and held his hands out to her, helping her down, and then grabbed her change of clothes and overnight bag. If she’d been thinking clearly, she’d have brought her car so that she could drive herself, but her only thought had been this destination. As the crow flew, she only lived a ten-minute walk from him, several blocks away, but he’d already mentioned that he’d take her back to her house in the morning to fetch the car.
Inside the dark house, she allowed him to lead her back to his bedroom. His furnishings were spartan and utilitarian. He removed his wallet, keys, and cell phone from his pockets and placed them on his dresser as she slipped her strappy wedge sandals from her feet. He strode into the master bathroom, and she heard the shower turn on. He appeared in the doorway a moment later.
“I want a hot shower. Join me?”
He didn’t need to ask twice. She shed her loose, flowing skirt, lightweight blue cardigan, and camisole as he watched, a hungry light in his eyes. Feeling bold, she strutted up to him clad in just her lacy bikini underwear and bra. His eyes raked her curves appreciatively until she closed the distance and leaned against him. His lips stirred flames inside her as he licked and nipped at her lower lip. His touch was gentle, yet demanding, like him, as he stroked her upper arms then held her to him, deepening the kiss.
“I want to slide my cock into your pussy, and feel you go all hot and melt around me, sweet Jayne. I want to hear the sound of your voice when you’re coming.”
Her cunt pulsed with excitement, and she could almost feel him sliding between her swollen lips as he spoke in that sultry tone. “I’ll do whatever you want me to, Seth. Anything.”
“I also want to play with your ass.”
She gulped and hoped her eyes didn’t betray too much of the apprehension she felt at that thought. But even then, she knew he’d make it good for her.
“You ready for that? I won’t take it tonight, but soon.”
Jayne nodded and let him draw her into the shower. Within the tiled enclosure, they made quick work of bathing, and then he let her do something she’d been wanting to do for days. Anytime they were naked together, he kept her so busy she’d never had a chance, and once they were done she fell into a sound sleep.
He patiently let her run her fingers over all of his tattoos, looking at the tremendous amount of detail that somehow tied all the designs together and made them seem like one large body of artwork. The biomechanical designs were three dimensional on some parts, giving the appearance that the observer could see the inner workings beneath the tattoos. There were some Steampunk effects like gears and gadgetry where joints would’ve been, and dark, sweeping, H. R. Giger-esque styled imagery. Her favorite parts were the tattoos on his arms which had the appearance of dragon scales or bony armor. The designs stopped at his mid-forearm, so that if he had long sleeves rolled up partway, no one would know he had tattoos unless he showed them.
When she was done, Seth reached for a bottle on the shelf above the showerhead. She giggled when she took it from him after he’d poured some of the clear, slippery liquid onto his fingertips.
“Lube?”
A barely perceptible smile bowed Seth’s lips before he leaned down and brushed them against her throat. “Good, clean fun. Easy to clean up after.”
“How often?” she asked as she poured some onto her own fingers, deciding she wanted to play too.
Seth watched her with interest, one brow arching as though he was curious what she planned to do with it. “Anytime I think of you while I’m in here.”
Giggling, Jayne replied, “Good answer.”
Seth’s cock jolted in her hand as she swirled the lube around it and he held her to him. She stroked his rigid length, sighing in approval as he swelled in her hand. Flexing against her palm, Seth leaned his head back against the damp tile, his wet hair clinging to his neck and shoulders as he closed his eyes and growled softly. Watching his expression, she was enthralled by the intense line of his jaw and the trembling in his muscles as she pleasured him. He looked down at her, piercing her with his laser-blue eyes, and bit his lower lip, inspiring a clenching contraction in the damp heat growing between her thighs.
Her breath left her in a rush when his hand slid farther south to the cleft of her ass. A needy-sounding moan echoed in the shower enclosure, and she realized it was her voice she’d heard. His hands were gentle as always, but she felt completely at his mercy as he parted her cheeks and stroked her rear opening with his lube-slicked fingertips.