“Is something wrong?”
“You surprise me,” he says. “Constantly. How much I want you. How much you want me.”
I move from one button to another. “Because I’m undressing you?”
“Because normally…” He swallows. “Let’s not talk about it.”
“I’m no wilting flower, Vale.” I finish with the buttons and push the cotton off his shoulders and tug it down his arms before it lands on the tiles. This time when I reach for his zipper he doesn’t stop me. The tines click, click, click. “And I’m a good listener.”
“Later,” he says. “We’ll talk about it later. I don’t want to ruin this.”
“Okay.”
Together we shove them off his hips and to the floor. Until he’s gloriously naked except for a teensy pair of boxer briefs that are snug in all the best places.
“Your turn.” He hooks the elastic in my shorts with his thumbs, panties too. Drags them both down my legs and waits for me to step out of them.
I shiver now that the air is hitting my skin. Goosebumps cover every inch of me. I didn’t realize how cold I’d gotten. I was too busy getting lost in Vale’s touch.
He ushers me into the shower and deals with his own boxers before stepping in behind me. The water is hot and disperses the goose bumps and chill from being in the pool. His hands create a new swathe of tingles as he runs them over my stomach and breasts and ass. The body wash he’s spreading over my skin makes it even more sensual.
“I’ve never showered with anyone,” I admit. It’s not really a confession. Jeremy and I mucked around for a few weeks before we got down to business. But it was never like this. And Vale already knows that. My guess is that he already figured that being this naked and this wet isn’t something I’ve done with a man before.
He pulls me against him. My back nestles into his chest. Kisses the top of my head. The curve of my neck. The plain of my shoulder. “Unless you want to count the locker room after gym class, I’ve never showered with anyone either.”
My heart rate kicks up a notch. I’m dreamily buoyant. This moment is too good to be true, but it’s real. I’m fairly certain. I pinch the inside of my own arm. Ouch. Definitely real. Sacred. Two of us sharing a couple of firsts. Kiki was right.
I’m going to have to remember that. Be patient. Keep all my hardcore love vibes at a reasonable level and not let him see how much I already feel for him. If he doesn’t know. I have a tendency to go at everything too hard, but not this time. I can be cool when I need to be.
“I like doing this with you.” He nibbles the shell of my ear.
All thought flees at that simple action. I groan and push my ass against his hard length.
Spinning me around, he backs me up against the cold tiles. One hand kneads at my hip. The other finds the wall above my head and he takes his time kissing me before his lips descend to my boobs.
“You’re a boob guy,” I whimper over the attention he’s paying to first the right and then the left.
He shakes his head. Kisses a trail down my abdomen as he lowers himself to his knees on the floor. The tip of his tongue flicks over my navel and I raise my head to the heavens because I think I might see God tonight if he keeps touching me like this. “Ass man? Leg man?”
“Guess again,” he says huskily as his fingers stroke over my thighs.
I spread them for him willingly. Easily. Wantonly. “Um. What else is there? Oh, hair.”
“Don’t go there.” He slides one finger along my seam, dips into my entrance. Barely. Just enough that I get a taste of what’s to come.
And boy, do I want it. With every fiber of my being. My whole body is primed to beg for just a little more. An inch. A finger. His tongue. His cock. Which is as stiff as a flagpole. Thick and long and… okay, so I’m a little more nervous than I thought. “Am I right?”
“No.” He draws his finger up to my clit. Rolls it over the sensitive spot. Once, twice, three times.
“Oh boy.” I exhale the words. His touch is a match to my need. My eyelids slacken, my knees wobble. I squeeze his shoulder and lick my parched lips. “What was it we were talking about?”
“I’m into the whole package, Lil. You. From head to toe. I want to explore every single inch of your body with my hands.” He slides his finger inside me again, over that spot that makes me see stars, and back to my clit. He kisses my abdomen and inhales. “I want to leave a trail with my tongue.”
I almost die when he starts that trail with the tip of his tongue to my clit. I flail for something to grab onto as he tongues me. My knees buckle. The shower curtain rod complains as I grab a fistful of the drape. Holy shit, so good. This is like finding out my favorite cereal is coming out with a limited edition flavor, only better, because, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck his tongue is getting me close. And his fingers, first one, then two are stroking all the best places deep inside me.
He sounds like a savage between my legs. His mouth is demanding and greedy.
My orgasm wells up inside me. It’s decadent. Powerful. Dirtier than I’m used to. My vision tunnels. “Holy shit.”
He splays his hand over my ass, holding me steady as I come apart. Once. Twice. I think I’ve just had my first ever G-spot orgasm. Not that I couldn’t reach it myself, but I wasn’t aware that it could be this good. “I didn’t know.”
“What didn’t you know?” He kisses the inside of my thigh, then my belly, before climbing to his feet.
“That I could come that hard.” I fall into his arms. Boneless. “You’re hired. From now on your job description is giving me more orgasms.”
He pushes the strands of hair plastered to my face out of the way and growls against my ear. It’s a cocky sound. A voracious, bossy sound. “I’m not done with you yet tonight.”
It makes my stomach clench with need. Besides there’s the huge matter of his cock which is pulsing and bobbing between us. He needs a release too. I wrap my fingers around the girth and slide my hand up and down his length.
“Feels so good.” He groans and pushes it deeper into my grip.
Eyes shut, he lets me stroke him, his hips swaying to the rhythm of my hand. He’s bigger than I’ve dealt with. By quite a bit. And that guy wasn’t small. But I’m dying to know what he’ll feel like when he’s fucking me.
“What are you thinking?” he asks in hushed tone.
I glance up from his beautiful dick to find him watching me. His pupils are huge and emit so much heat. “I’m a little worried about Goliath here.”
“Are we nicknaming my penis?” One side of his mouth lilts up.
My hand is lubricated by his pre-cum now. It glides easily. “Does it bother you?”
“You can call my dick anything you want.”
I open my mouth to quote a line from a romantic comedy movie Hud made me watch once. It had Matthew McConaughey in it.
“Except Princess Sophia.” He groans and his eyelids flutter shut for a second before he covers my hand with his own and forces me to a stop. “I’m partial to The Captain. But you can call it Goliath. I won’t complain.”
“The Captain?” Mmm, I don’t think so. Not now that I’ve spent so much time talking to someone else who uses that moniker. Although that isn’t for his cock.