“You played with my ear and watched me coat my hand with my need to taste you. I want you in the shower rubbing your sweet pussy against my face.”
I had to fan myself again for a moment.
“I’m struggling,” I admitted. “A part of me wants to say yes—the part that was reading a romance novel all day. The other part of me knows it’ll be gross for you, though. I want to stay here, in this house, with you. I want you to keep pampering me. I don’t want to do something that’s going to have you looking at me differently or worse, turning away in disgust.”
I’d barely gotten the last word out before I found myself in his arms as he strode to the bathroom.
“Thank you for being open and honest,” he said, setting me on my feet on the tile.
My shirt disappeared over my head, leaving me actually naked on top. My hands were moving to cover the top when he whisked the bottoms down to my ankles.
“Step,” he said firmly, tugging on them.
“Azio, I’m not sure this is a good idea,” I said even as I obediently lifted a foot and set my hands on his bare shoulders. He hadn’t put a shirt back on since I’d told him to be himself.
“We both want to do this,” he said, setting aside my sweat pants. “You’re afraid I won’t like it. I know I will. You said you needed to face your fears. Face this.”
He stood and removed his pants, his erection standing tall and darker against his skin. My gaze lingered on it for a moment before I looked into his vivid green eyes.
“And if you’re wrong and hate it?” I asked.
“I won’t.”
He turned his back on me and leaned into the shower to turn on the water. I eyed his sculpted ass and wondered what in the hell I’d gotten myself into.
“Join me when you’re ready,” he said, stepping into the shower and pulling the curtain closed.
My gaze darted to the door, and I seriously debated making a run for it. Then, I sighed and used the toilet before slipping into the shower with him.
“I need to wash first,” I said.
My flush deepened as he watched me. When I turned my back to him to rinse, his hands settled on my shoulders.
“I can hear your heart racing, Terri. What do you fear?”
“I already told you. You’re not going to like this. It’s messy.”
“That’s why we’re in the shower,” he said, turning me. “The water will keep you clean to your liking.”
“What about to your liking?”
He grinned at me, showing all his pointy teeth.
“Everything is to my liking.”
Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees, parted my labia with his thumbs, and stroked the flat of his tongue over my clit. A rumbling growl echoed in the space. I yipped and clutched his shoulder for balance.
“Widen your stance. I need to taste more.”
I didn’t even think. I spread my legs the width of the tub and lost myself in the sensation of his tongue exploring my folds. He never dipped low enough to make me self-conscious, his focus, instead, holding to how I responded to his different tongue techniques. And oh, did he have technique. I was panting and mewling within minutes.
His right hand drifted over my hip to grab my ass. He kneaded there for a moment before dipping his finger into my channel from behind.
I groaned and bucked my hips into his face.
An apology rose to my lips, but he ripped it away by thrusting his finger deeper. I bucked again, and he growled. His tongue was relentless, circling my clit and making me ache for more.
“Please,” I rasped. The flat of his tongue pressed firmly against the little nub while his finger curled inside me.