I stood naked under the multiple shower heads and pressed what looked like theonbutton. One of the shower heads started shooting cold water in multiple directions.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, hurrying to locate theoffbutton. As I blindly pressed another button, a waterfall cascaded behind me. I pushed more controls, and lights and soft music came on.
What in the world kind of shower was this?
Finally, the removable shower head in front of me came to life, pulsing warm water onto my body.
I threw my head back, relieved to feel the hot water against my skin, washing away all the tension I’d been carrying.
My nipples beaded as the cool water from the other shower head hit my back, and the contradicting warmth of the one in front of me hit my breasts. It was an exciting sensation.
I reached for the nearby body wash and squirted it into my hand. It smelled fresh and masculine. It smelled like Weston. I rubbed it over my arms and shoulders and then brought the slick soap down to my stomach.
Weston.
I thought of the way he looked, giving me the ring—like he wanted this. I thought of his muscles flexing with each movement while he undressed. And the way he pressed into me, commanding me what to wear.
My hand moved down my stomach and in between my legs.
I rubbed the slickness over my clit and moved my finger in soft pleasant circles there. My breath hitched as I imagined it being Weston’s finger caressing me.
My mouth dropped open and water splashed all over me as I brought the other hand to my breast and stirred the soap over my nipples, working them in circles.
I didn’t notice the door open. I didn’t hear him come in.
But next thing I realized, Weston was behind me in the shower. His rock-hard body pressed into mine. Moving my hands to his neck his reached for my slick hips and then skimmed lower.
It was like he read my mind.
I tossed my head back onto his chest, writhing under his touch. He kissed my neck, sending waves of pleasure through all my nerves.
His erection was pressed into my back, and I moved my ass over it, letting the soap and water create the slickness he needed. He grunted behind me. I panted as he worked magic on my body. I was so close.
“No sex, right, bunny?” he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing the flesh. He dropped his hands, spun me around to face him, and tipped my chin up with his knuckle as the heat from the shower head now poured down my back.
I couldn’t form words. I was so worked up. I wanted more and he knew it. He was trying to get me while I was weak, and in this vulnerable state, I was tempted. Too tempted.
“No sex.” I glared up at him.
“Ok, then.” He put both hands on my hips and pushed me against the shower wall. It was cold on my back, but it felt so good.
He grabbed the handheld shower head and switched the setting on it. It pulsed in a circular pattern over my breasts. I closed my eyes, taking in the swirling intensity.
He pressed his lips onto mine, and I kissed him as if my next breath depended on it. He moved the handheld from my nipples down to my slit.
He used just the right amount of pressure to fuel my desire.
His mouth moved down my neck and licked and sucked my nipples. He kept up the pressure between my legs, and I watched helplessly as he played me like a fiddle.
When he looked me in the eyes and swirled his tongue over my nipple in the same way the shower head was hitting my clit, I lost it.
I came hard, grabbing his neck and pulling him up so I could taste his mouth as I screamed my climax into it.
He held me steady until my pulsing stopped. Then he returned the shower head to its spot on the wall and turned off the others, leaving only one on behind him.
“Get out of this shower, Quinn.” His eyes were dark with desire. “Now,” he growled.
I nodded. He gave me a once over and then turned to face the water with one arm planted on the wall and his face resting against it.