“Oh my God.” She pulled her hands away from his chest. “We really do know too much about each other sometimes.”
“You’re the one who told me.”
“That was so long ago!” She shook her head.
“You were adamant,” he told her. But he was suddenly fighting a smile.
She rolled her eyes. “I get adamant about a lot of things. I was also adamant that I didn’t like pulled pork on nachos or Bruno Mars when I first heard him, but I was wrong on both counts.”
Fletcher moved in close, backing her up against the wall behind her. “And morning sex?”
“If I get to watch you doing what you were doing when I walked in here, I don’t care what time of day it is,” she said.
Want surged through him. “What do you think you saw?”
“You were touching yourself.” She licked her lips. “And it was so hot.”
“I was thinking about you.” He lifted a hand, cupping her face, running a thumb over her lower lip. “Thinking about you. Playing with your nipples and your clit. Making yourself come. The way your pussy gripped my fingers.”
He could tell her the sweet thoughts he’d had too, the way their history and the things they’d been through made him want her even more. But this was the time for dirty talk.
Her mouth fell open as he stroked her lip. “You were?”
“Of course. I’ve been getting myself off thinking of you for a long time, Jordan. Now that you’re in my bed, now that you’re my wife, it’s every damned day.”
She smiled slightly. A sexy, oh-I-like-that smile. “It’s only been a week.”
“A week of having the pussy I’ve wanted for three years right beside me.”
Her eyes went wide. “Wow.”
He grinned.
“You’re the one holding back,” she reminded him.
He nodded. “Yep. At least now I know exactly what you look like and sound like rather than having to imagine it.”
“You’ve been imagining me like that? When you’re masturbating?”
“Absolutely.”
“Oh my God.” It was almost a whisper. Her eyes dropped to his cock.
His very-happy-to-see-her cock.
She met his eyes again. “I want to watch.”
“You don’t want to help?” His hand went to his shaft and fisted it.
“Oh, that too. But if we’re learning things, this seems like a great way to learn what you like.” Her gaze was locked on his hand.
He gave himself a stroke. God, this was hot. She didn’t seem a bit embarrassed or awkward. And fuck, he’d loved watching her touch herself. If she wanted this, he was happy to oblige.
He grabbed her wrist with his other hand and tugged her closer. He put her hand on his chest and slid it up and down over his right pec as he stroked his cock. “I love your hands on me,” he told her.
“No fair,” she said, her voice husky. “You didn’t touch me while I was doing this the first night.”
“Okay.” He took his hand from hers and braced it on the wall beside him. His left hand kept working his cock. “You can stop.”
She didn’t stop. In fact, her other hand came up, running over his rib cage. His stomach tightened under her touch and he squeezed himself harder.
She watched his hand moving, matching her stroking rhythm over his stomach and chest with his. Her breathing was fast.
“Do you want me to come like this?” he asked.
He didn’t really have a choice. He wasn’t going to fuck her now and his orgasm was already tightening his balls. But he loved talking to her like this. Graphically, openly.
She nodded. “Oh, yes.” She ran her hand from his ribs down to his hip then down the outside of his thigh, heightening his need as he picked up his pace.
She kept moving her hand up and down, then shocked him by moving her other hand to her breast. She played with her nipple, rolling and tugging on it as she watched him. Then her hand slipped down her stomach and between her legs. She began circling her clit. “I want to come with you.”
“Jesus, Jordan,” he groaned. “Yes.”
Her finger began moving faster and Fletcher knew he was only moments away from losing it.
He reached up and cupped the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. He opened his mouth, nipping her bottom lip and then slipping his tongue inside to taste her. He circled and stroked her tongue as if it were her clit.
He was jerking hard and fast now, seconds away from coming. As if sensing that, Jordan suddenly pulled back.
“Yes, Fletcher. Yes.”
He exploded, coming over his hand and her stomach.
She pulled him in for another kiss, pressing their bodies together. He cupped her head, deepening the kiss.
But her hand had stopped moving.
He pulled back. “Your turn.”
“Oh, I’m—”
Before she could even finish the sentence, he’d turned her, put her hands on the wall in front of her, and slid his hand between her legs.
“Oh, God, Fletcher.”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. What he needed to hear. He circled and pressed as he lifted his other hand to pluck and roll a nipple.
Her head fell back against his shoulder and she moved against his hand. “More,” she begged.
He moved his hand to slip his middle finger into her, keeping his thumb on her clit.
“Yes.” Her fingers curled against the tile, as if she was trying to hang on.
“Foot up on the bench,” Fletcher told her.
Zeke had put small benches in all of the guys’ showers when he’d remodeled them. He’d promised they’d thank him. As Fletcher had never had a woman in his shower with him, he hadn’t realized just how thankful he’d be. He’d sat on the bench when he’d had a sore hamstring after a weekend softball tournament. But otherwise he’d never used it.
At the moment, it was his favorite part of his bathroom. Maybe his whole house.
Jordan put her foot up, spreading her legs. Fletcher’s finger sank deep and he added a second. She gasped and again tried to find purchase with her hands on the slippery wall. But she quickly gave up, reaching back and looping her arm around Fletcher’s neck.
Her body arched and he thrust deep, circling her clit faster as she ground against his hand. He squeezed her nipple. “God you’re amazing.”
She gave a breathless laugh. “You’re doing all the work.”
“I will gladly work on you like this every fucking day.” He curled his finger and felt the responding tightening of her pussy.
“Marrying you was such a great idea,” she said.
He wanted her to think that every single day for the rest of her life.
She moaned as he pressed harder and he felt her muscles tighten. He groaned and kissed her neck, then sucked on the spot where her neck sloped into her shoulder as he curled his fingers into her G-spot.
He tugged on her nipple and put his mouth right against her ear. “I want to feel your pussy milking my fingers all day long.”
“Oh, yes, Fletcher!”
She came, clenching hard on his fingers, her hand grasping his wrist, her body arching.
Fuck. Yes.
She slumped forward in his arms a moment later. He eased his fingers from her body and turned her into the warm spray of the shower. But she pivoted in his arms, pulling him under the water with her and bringing his head down for a long kiss. She pressed close, opening her mouth and sweeping her tongue in against his. He gripped her hips, feeling his blood and need surging again.