Luiz rolled her off him and got off the bed and held out his hand to her. ‘Come on.’
‘Where are we going?’
‘I scrubbed your back. Now it’s time for you to scrub mine.’
* * *
Before she knew it, Daisy was in the shower recess with him, naked and slippery with bath gel. Her mouth was locked beneath his in a searing kiss, his hands moving over her body in caressing waves that made her skin tingle all over. The combination of the stinging needles of water as well as his calloused hands was enough to send her senses haywire. He came to her breasts and subjected them to a torturous massage, stopping only to suckle on each of her nipples before resuming his mind-blowing stroking. He moved down her body, dipping his fingers between her thighs, tantalising her with little touches and fleeting strokes that stirred her desire to fever-pitch. She shamelessly rubbed herself against his hand, whimpering as the water coursed over her face and shoulders.
He slipped a finger inside her but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him. All of him.
She reached for him, holding him in her hand, stroking the velvet-covered hardness until he had to brace himself against the shower stall. Emboldened by his response to her touch, she slipped to her knees and traced her tongue over him from base to tip. He shuddered and smothered a groan and she became bolder, using her whole mouth this time to draw on him. She felt his blood thundering as she moved her mouth up and down, varying the speed and suction, testing what he liked, going purely on instinct and being rewarded by his passionate response.
‘Enough,’ he groaned and pulled away, breathing heavily as he hauled her upright.
Daisy looked into his lust-glazed eyes and a frisson of excitement washed over her. ‘I wanted to make you come.’
‘I don’t think there’s any danger of that not happening.’ He took a handful of her wet hair, bringing her head closer to kiss her deeply.
She moved against his hard body, wriggling so his erection was against her folds. She reached for him again and guided him towards her.
He suddenly stalled. ‘Are you on the Pill?’
‘Yes.’
He seemed to be hesitating, his body poised at her entrance. ‘I don’t usually do this.’
‘It’s not as if I’ve been with anyone else, so if that’s what’s—’
‘It’s not that.’ He brushed the wet hair back from her forehead, his gaze trained on hers. ‘It’s a boundary I’ve never crossed before.’
Daisy placed her hand on his chest where his heart was thumping. ‘So it will be your first time too. That kind of makes us even, doesn’t it?’
His mouth kicked up at one corner. ‘There’s something really screwy about your logic but I’m going to go with it for once.’
She smiled back and moved closer, enticing him with her body, rolling her hips and brushing her breasts against his chest, watching in delight as his eyes darkened even further.
He hooked one of her legs over his hip as he drove into her with a strong thrust that made the breath whoosh out of her lungs. Pleasure shot through her as her body surrounded him tightly. He began to move within her, each thrust delivering more friction against her sensitised nerves. The water poured down over their bodies in a warm flow that added to the eroticism of the moment.
His hands cupped the cheeks of her bottom firmly as he increased the pace, holding her in a sensual lock that she caught sight of in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. The image of their bodies locked in passion was so arousing she felt every erogenous zone on her body quake in reaction.
He caught her eye in the mirror and gave her a bad boy smile that made her inner core clench. He turned her so she was facing the mirror full on with him behind her. He entered her again, this most alpha and primitive of positions making her legs tremble as she saw the glinting delight in his gaze. Feeling his powerful thrusts from behind heightened her pleasure in a way she hadn’t thought possible. The slight tilt of her hips, the sexy rocking in his body, the sheer wildness and wickedness of doing it in front of a mirror made her senses sing with rapture. The orgasm came upon her like a thrashing wave, rushing through her like a bullet train, spitting her out the other side until she felt limbless.
But Luiz was still holding her upright, his strong thighs braced either side of hers as he prepared to let himself fly free. Daisy watched him as he pumped his way to a cataclysmic release. All of his facial muscles tensed, his breathing deep and heavy as he gave a series of surging thrusts that tipped him over the edge. He gave a wild groan as he emptied himself, his hands still fastened like manacles on her hips. She felt the warm spill of his essence between her thighs, such a raw and intimate coupling with her own moisture.