He returns to a normal position and points to a rack in the corner. "Shampoo."
"Of course." The rack is filled to the brim with organic soaps and shampoos. I pick the only brand I recognize, squeeze it into my hands, run it through my hair and return it to the rack.
He smirks. "You're going to pay for that insolence."
"I'd like to see you try."
I go to run a hand through my hair, but Miles stops me. He digs his fingers into my scalp. I groan, shifting my body towards his reflexively.
Patience is out of the question. I need him groaning in my ear.
I need him. Period.
He runs his hands through my hair, brings me back to the shower head, and helps me rinse.
"This doesn't feel like punishment," I say.
"Mhmm." He presses his lips into my neck. "It will."
My breath catches in my throat. "When?"
"When you leave this shower without fucking me."
I am utterly unable to contain a gasp. "That will punish you more than it punishes me."
He murmurs another "Mhmm." He presses his lips into mine. His hands find my chest, and he rubs my nipples.
The water is streaming over us. Everything is slick and wet. Every motion of his fingertips is enough to drive me mad.
He releases the kiss. "That was just for starters."
"I like starters."
He smiles. "You're so damn cute you might ruin my plan entirely."
I move back to the rack, squeeze shampoo in my hands, and return to him. "We discussed this." I run my hands through his thick hair.
I guide him under the water so he can rinse.
I'm not going to remind him, not with words anyway.
We do the same with conditioner, kissing in between the application and the rinse. Then it's soap. He squeezes bodywash into his hands and rubs every inch of my skin. It takes everything I have not to scream, not to beg him to fuck me right here and now.
He helps me rinse off, and it's my turn to torture him. I still have the control and I want to keep it. I rub bodywash over every inch of him. Once my hands are nothing but water, I rub his cock for good measure. He's hard.
I like the feeling of him in my hands, the way he groans when I stroke him.
He's my plaything now, and I know exactly what I want to do to him.
I wrap my hands around his cock and stroke him. He kisses me, hard, groaning into my mouth. He's shaking. Because of me.
Right now, he's all mine.
I pull my lips from his. I kiss his shoulders and chest, grabbing on to his hips for support.
"Meg..."
"Yes?" I slide to my knees and press my lips against his perfect stomach.