“Yeah. The ducks,” he says and pulls out of me. He sets my leg down and my one leg thanks me for not being on my toes anymore.
“Don’t move,” he says and leaves the shower. I move right away, but it’s to be under the shower spray. When he comes back, he has my shampoo, conditioner, body wash and loofa.
“You moved.”
“I was cold.”
He sets my things down on the ledge and grabs the shampoo.
“May I?” he asks.
“You want to wash me?” I ask, confusion in full force. He wants to wash me? That’s…actually not weird now that I think about it.
“I can’t imagine not having my hands all over you. And as hot as it would be watching you, I’m going to be selfish if you will let me.”
“Sure.”
He puts some shampoo in his hands and massages it into my hair. The tips of his fingers rubbing on my scalp send a glint of flame back to my core. How? I put my head into the spray when he’s done and rinse. He repeats with the conditioner.
He gets the loofa wet behind my back and lathers the soap in it. He starts from my shoulder and makes his way down my body. Washing every inch with the loofa, his hand trailing behind it. The man has now touched every inch of my body, and I am not at all mad about it.
Once I’m clean he grabs the bottle of his soap and washes everything at once. With one bottle. I stand there, watching in awe of it.
“That cleans everything. Your hair is that soft with a combination of shampoo, conditioner and body wash?”
“Yup.”
“So unfair.”
He laughs and rinses his body. I watch as the soap drips down. I run my fingertips down his chest as the soap does, and I watch as his skin gets goosebumps from my touch.
After he is clean, he turns the shower off, reaches out of it and grabs both of us a towel.
“Do you want to dry me, too?” Kinda joking, since he washed me.
“I hadn’t thought about it but now that you say it, I’ll take any opportunity to touch you.”
He hangs his towel over the rod and goes about drying me off. I lift my hair and let him dry my back and when he is done, I take the towel from him and step out of the shower. I dry my hair and get my comb from the bag. Chris is behind me, drying his body off. I comb my hair to the side, ready to braid it when he comes up behind me.
“Leave it down,” he says in my ear as his hands circle my hips
“But it’s so wet.”
“Don’t worry Titmouse. It will be dry by the time you are ready to sleep. I’m not done with you yet.” He pulls my hips into him, and I feel his erection. “If we even make it to the sleeping part.”
“You don’t need, like, time to recoup.”
“No, nor do I want time. I only have a short time with you. I’m going to take full advantage of every opportunity. Besides, we can sleep on the plane and take a nap in the hotel in Texas.”
I turn around and bite the side of my lip. I glance down at his length and back up to him. I shrug my shoulders and drop my comb onto the counter.
“Whatcha got big boy?” I say, not even knowing who this person is anymore. All I know, is if I orgasm like that again, I may never want to leave his bed.
Chapter 19
Chris
WakingupwithSarahin my arms might be my new favorite thing.