Revving Her Up(26)

Yes, those hands were the best. She willed herself to relax.

The hand on her breast reached for the shower massager. A flick of his thumb brought the jets to life. With his other hand Cole spread her labia. She felt a deep pull in her belly. Her breath caught in her throat. Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to do?

“Hold on,” he whispered, and she dug her fingers into his rock-hard quads. He swept the massager slowly over her hip. The water pulsed through her pubic hair and one of the streams hit her exposed clit. Even at that oblique angle the force of it on her super-sensitive flesh shot pleasure into her, zinging to the very ends of her fingers and toes. She cried out, arching into the spray. The movement brought the massager closer to her clit and the water hit the swollen bud full on. It was too much, too intense, too amazing. She tried to evade it, pressing back into Cole’s hard cock.

He groaned and his hand left her lips and snaked around her waist. He planted his feet on the floor and ground against her. The water streamed over them, his cock slid smoothly along the cleft of her ass and lower back. Flexing his hips, he pulled back, then thrust again, stroking his erection into the slick space between their bodies. His balls slapped against her wet skin.

She was trapped between the spray’s onslaught and Cole’s hips. Sensations buffeted her body, radiating from her pussy, sweeping up and down her spine. The orgasm that had been building slowly rose up, swamping under a wash of pleasure as she shot over the edge.

“Yes, yes. Oh God, yes!” Cole’s arm tightened around her as her knees buckled. A joyful cry drowned out the sound of the massager. It took Sarah a moment to recognize it as her own voice. Cole’s shout joined her chorus as he climaxed behind her. His hot come spurted onto her back.

Slowly, the ripples subsided. Cole brought his other arm around her, holding her against his chest. Her body felt heavy, but joy bubbled inside her like champagne. Her first climax in months. She wasn’t broken. Tears welled up in her eyes as a smile spread across her face. This time she didn’t try to hide from his gaze. “Thank you,” she said, looking at him in the mirror. “Thank you.”

“I thought you were beautiful the moment I laid eyes on you, darlin’, but when you smile it’s like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.” He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” She laughed. “Anytime.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

What did that mean? Sarah’s gaze went to his face, but he’d turned to adjust the water.

After rinsing her back with the massager’s spray, he tucked it back into its clip on the wall. The memory of his hot release on her back made an orgasmic aftershock run through her body. The things he made her feel…

He turned off the shower and slipped out of the stall. A moment later he returned with dark green fluffy towels. He held her elbow as she stepped from the shower. “Careful. The floor is a bit slippery.” The floor was drenched, but Cole directed her around the worst spots. He folded her into a large, soft towel, then draped another around his hips. Sated and wrapped snug and secure as a present, Sarah allowed herself to be half-walked, half-carried out of the bathroom and over to the bed. Kneeling at her feet, he dried her ankles, calves, rubbing the fluffy terry over her thighs and gently between. He even tousled her hair to get the water out.

Wordlessly, he pulled back the covers and urged her under them. When he collapsed next to her, the bed bounced under his weight. For some reason that made her giggle. He answered with a chuckle of his own. He slipped an arm around her waist and she nestled into the warm pocket of his body. It felt right to be there, in his arms and his bed and it certainly beat his guest room. She didn’t care if Jimmie or Junior had slept there. She wanted to be where Cole slept.

A long, deep exhale relaxed her down to her toes. Cole’s arm tightened in a brief hug and his lips pressed against her ear. “Good night, darlin’” were the last words she heard before she drifted off to sleep.





Warm sheets and a spicy male scent caressed Sarah’s senses as she floated toward consciousness. Next was the feeling of deep relaxation that flowed through her muscles. She felt good.

Last night had not been a dream. It had been something out of a fantasy all right, but not even her sex-starved imagination could have conjured up a man like Cole Cassidy. A small-town engineer with the body of a god, the hands of an artist and a cock like a freaking stallion.

Her body tingled with remembered pleasure. He had made her come. After so many let downs she’d had an orgasm. There was hope for her yet. She didn’t know exactly what had healed her, but a little more one-on-one therapy could only help to reinforce the cure. She turned over—and opened her eyes to an empty bed.