“You’re naked in my shower with my hands all over your body. I’m just calling it like I see it... babe.”
His hands move to my shoulder blades, rubbing slow, soapy circles along my chest just above my breasts. My nipples respond, hardening into shameless little points. Traitors. When he slides the cloth down between them, he leans in and whispers hotly in my ear. “You make me so fucking hard.” This close, I can smell his musk even over the flowery scent of the soap. It’s heady, making me just a little woozy. He steadies me with his hands. “Do you need to sit down?” At first he sounds concerned, but then he adds while soaping my breasts, almost as an afterthought, “And while you’re down there...”
Good to know some things don’t change. “Are you sure? I have pretty sharp teeth, babe.” I emphasize the last word sarcastically.
He only laughs, crouching to wash my thighs and hips. I’m very conscious of him being face to face with my pussy, but he doesn’t seem to notice, concentrating on my legs. His touch is so soft, sliding smoothly through the sudsy soap that covers me.
Suddenly he leans forward and puts a kiss right on my mound, just above my clit. I squeak and jump, but his hands grip my hips to hold me in place. “Easy, tiger. I think it’s time to rinse.” He grins mischievously when he stands.
Grabbing the showerhead, he detaches it so he can spray me clean. Starting at my shoulders, he works his way down my body, passing the head close to my skin. The temperature is just on the edge of comfort, tingling without burning. He runs it right over my spine, making me gasp as the stream pounds against my lower back. Up and down my legs and over my ass, and then the insides of my thighs, letting it jet over my pussy for just a moment. I draw a sharp breath, but I stand still, waiting.
He moves the head to my front, but stays behind me, reaching around. Starting at my throat, he rinses my chest down towards my breasts, tickling my nipples rock hard with the pressure. I can’t help myself and push back against his naked body.
Gavin’s broad chest is like a wall, and his hardness slides against the small of my back. I wiggle against him, loving the feel of his skin against mine. His free arm goes all the way around below my breasts, clutching me to him while he moves the showerhead lower.
“That’s right,” his gruff voice rumbles next to me. “Rub yourself against me. So soft and sexy.”
Ashamed at being caught out, I try to think of some glib remark, but his hand cups my breast, catching the nipple between his thumb and index finger. When he rolls it, I moan, reply forgotten.
He puts the showerhead right between my legs. The powerful stream rushes against my clit, burning with heat, thrumming against the sensitive nub. I writhe in his grasp, but he holds me tight. So good, but so much at the same time.
Sparks of pleasure arc out from my center, making my skin tingly and hot. Between his solid grip on my breast and the showerhead, he’s got me right where he wants me and he’s merciless. Usually I need to ease into it, but maybe I was just so worked up already, because the steady rush of water sets off a chain reaction.
“Come for me. Show me how fucking beautiful you are when you come.” His voice is husky with need, sounding so damn sexy. The constant spray, the sound of his voice, his touch on me—they all combine to push me over the edge, and I explode in his arms.
My whole body goes tight and my toes curl as I press into his powerful chest. His arm is like rock, holding me up while I squirm, coming like a freight train. There’s a keening sound, and it takes a couple of moments before I realize that it’s me. It echoes off the walls, throwing the primal sound of my orgasm right back at me.
It’s not until I begin to squeal and laugh as the tingling sensations become too much that he pulls the showerhead away. I let out a sigh of relief and go completely limp, his grip the only thing that keeps me from collapsing on the floor. Holy crap, that was intense.
“Warm enough yet?” He’s still rock hard against me. I don’t trust my voice, so I just nod, making him chuckle. “Good. I can only wait so long.”
He drops the showerhead and it hits the floor with a loud clunk, spraying hot water wildly. Turning me around, he presses me up against the shower wall and mashes his lips against mine. His kiss is eager and possessive, claiming me while his hands boldly explore my body. His large cock is hard against my stomach, and unable to help myself, I slip my hands down to grip him, to feel his heat between my fingers.
The deep groan he makes when I touch him stokes the fire inside me. I stroke his length, sliding my hands up and down him, loving the silky smoothness of his skin. “I want you in me.” The words slip out before I know what I’m saying. “No, wait.” I look up at him as earnestly as I can, fearing rejection. “I want to try something.” He looks at me curiously as I slide down to my knees. I glance up again to make sure I have his attention. “I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to show me, okay?”