“You’re so sweet, always looking out for me,” I teased, pulling a finger down the length of his chest.
He grunted out a “yeah,” dropped a kiss onto my surprised mouth, then let me go.
I grinned and reached for the shampoo, but he stopped me by placing one big fist over my hand.
“Let me,” he pleaded.
I smiled and turned my back on him, grinning slightly when I felt him tug on the long strands as he worked the shampoo into my hair.
In the weeks that we’d been practically living together—there’s been perhaps two nights, and half nights at that, that he’d been apart from me—we’d taken many showers together since our hayloft shower. This would be the first time he’d washed my hair for me, though.
Oh, he’d been really good about washing me thoroughly, and most of those times ending with me orgasming multiple times, but he hadn’t washed my hair.
“Feel good?” he asked as he tangled his large fingers into my hair.
“Yes,” I admitted. “It’d probably feel even better if you didn’t try to run your fingers through my hair until after I’ve combed it. It gets tangled when it’s wet. Like right now.”
“You’re soft-headed?” he murmured, lightening his movements considerably.
“Tender-headed, yes,” I said. “I can barely stand to brush my own hair.”
He went to loosen his hold even more but I stilled his movements.
“No, don’t stop,” I pleaded. “I like it. Just lighter touches.”
He obeyed my orders and lightened his touch, washing my hair with utmost care.
When he was done, he said, “Tilt your head back for me.”
So, I did, not stopping until my head was completely back as far as I could make it go.
“Bendy,” he said, hand curling around the front of my neck.
I felt my pulse hammer as he pressed his cock against my backside.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed.
I did, then felt the water start to wash the suds away.
“I like you like this,” he said as he pulled me tight to his body. “Open your eyes.”
I did, feeling the water sting my eyes slightly before I blinked the pain away.
“Like what?” I asked him, beginning to bring my head back to the normal position.
He stopped me by squeezing my throat lightly.
“Like this, exposed, wet and naked,” he answered.
I swallowed hard and felt my face start to burn as a blush stole over it.
“What are you going to do with me?” I asked. “All wet and naked?”
He pressed his cock against me, then dropped his hand from my neck, only to find something much softer and arousing to play with.
“I’m going to play with you until you’re ready to cry,” he said. “Then I’m going to make you come on my cock.”
My lips twitched. “Are you, now?”
He bent me over with his other hand and directed me into position.
“Hold still,” he ordered as his fingers gave my nipple one last squeeze before letting me go.
I swallowed hard and leaned forward, my hands resting on my thighs.
He growled when my pussy was exposed to his hot gaze.
“Always love seeing this,” he murmured, letting his fingers trail down my pussy lips.
I was panting by this point, anticipation making me swallow a cry of need.
“Or maybe I should just fuck you,” he suggested. “Stuff my fat cock into that tight pussy.”
I didn’t hesitate in wiggling my hips slightly, making sure he could see my ‘tight pussy’ as he called it.
I always thought it was fat, but Callum didn’t seem to mind it at all.
In fact, there wasn’t a single thing about my body that disgusted Callum.
I tried not to think about Mal in times like these, but I still couldn’t help what it felt like to be with a man that appreciated me for the woman that I was, not the woman he wanted me to be.
I felt his fingers drag along my sex, starting at my clit and stopping at my perineum.
“I want to slide my finger in here,” he whispered, circling my back entrance.
I bit my lip.
I’d always wanted that. Or, at least, I always wanted to want it.
But I’d never been comfortable enough with my relationships to ever consider actually doing it.
The idea of it was highly arousing, but the idea of doing it with anyone before now hadn’t been appealing.
But having Callum express his interest in wanting to do that particular deed? Well, there was no hesitation in me whatsoever.
The idea of him sticking anything in there was so appetizing that I couldn’t help it.
I moaned.
“You like that idea?” he rasped, his finger circling even closer to the tight muscle.
I swallowed hard, then told him exactly what I thought about him doing that to me.
“I read a book once,” I squirmed when he got closer to actually touching my anus. “It got me interested in it. But I’ve never actually considered doing it with anyone.” I swallowed hard. “But last week, when I was riding you? You grabbed my ass cheeks and accidentally brushed your finger over it. I wanted nothing more than for you to put it inside me.”