“Mhm.” He slipped his hands along her body with the help of the body wash, gliding over her stomach, along her butt cheeks, down her legs, and then back up. He drew close to her aching sex but never met it. By the time he stood again and circled her waist with one arm, she was ready to burst, hovering at the edge of climax, her body pleading to be pushed over. She heard theclickof plastic on plastic, and seconds later, the cascade of water hit her from a new angle. He’d removed the showerhead, to rinse the soap away.
The slow, teasing seduction was sweet. Pleasant. A type of attention she could get addicted to if she wasn’t careful. She wanted rough, fast, and desperate. A frozen moment in time to cling to and then let vanish when it was over. She was barely aware of her hand creeping down her stomach, seeking a way to offer release.
“No touching.” A growl cut through his words. He grabbed her wandering wrist tight enough that she sucked a sharp breath of surprise through her teeth.
That was about billion times more intoxicating than the gentle. The sting of his fingers digging into her skin amplified the heavy tension humming inside. “Please?” She didn’t mean for the whimper to slip out, but it was too late to take it back. She heard theclackof the shower nozzle returning to its home.
His chuckle was haunting and tantalizing. “Please, what?”
“Finger me. Fuck me. Stop teasing, and let me come.”
“I like the way that sounds.” He captured her free arm too, and held both behind her back with one hand.
Before she could decide if she wanted to twist free, he dipped his fingers between her legs. The sensual seduction was gone. He focused on her clit, stroking the swollen bud. A spasm spilled through her at the contact, and her legs wobbled. This wasn’t the gentle touch he covered her with moments earlier. He pushed hard and stroked the sensitive button, changing his pace as her cries grew more frantic and punctuated. Climax swelled inside and tumbled her into light-headed euphoria. She thrust against his hand, until his touch became too much. When she shuddered from his touch, he eased up but didn’t pull away. Instead, he grabbed the shower head again and glided his fingers along her slit, rinsing and applying enough pressure to keep her thoughts muddled and her body humming, without it being too much.
It was fortunate this was a one-time thing. She’d get hooked fast on playtime like this. As long as she pushed him away at the end of the night though, it wouldn’t be a problem.
Chapter Seven
Jonathan didn’t knowthe last time he’d been so hard. His dick ached from holding back. Bailey insisted he had to be clean too, and every time she slid her hand along his shaft, he had to stop her so he didn’t come. They finished the shower and toweled off.
She draped her arms around his neck, molded her body to his, and shifted her weight to torment him. “If the shower is just a starting point, what now?” she asked.
He knotted his fingers in her hair, holding her head captive so he could look her in the eye. “I need to bury myself inside you. Feel you wrapped around my cock. Watch you ride me, and see your face when you come.”
“Bedroom’s over there.” She gestured behind her.
He barely had the presence of mind to grab a condom from his wallet.
She raised her brows, a smile dancing on her face. “Why are you carrying protection if you don’t make a habit of this?”
“A boy scout is always prepared.” Hands on her hips, he guided her toward the other room.
“You weren’t a boy scout. What was it you said?If I’m going to work hard for recognition, I want a paycheck, not an embroidered little badge.”
He laughed at her false baritone. “Fine. It’s because I’m male, so even when I’m not actively looking to get laid, there’s always a part of me that hopes.”