Em quirks an eyebrow in question.
I shrug.
Her eyes widen and she sways on her feet.
“We’ll save that for another time,” I say and tap her leg again.
“Save what for another time?”
“Me on my knees, with my face buried right here,” I say, sliding my fingers between her legs.
She gasps and lets her head fall back. I remove my hand and continue washing her as she lifts each leg. Swiping the loofah over her stomach, cleaning up my mess.
Then I drag it lower and watch her reaction. When she doesn’t react, I continue my movements and dip the loofah between her legs. Em’s breath catches, and I duck my head, needing to see the desire in her eyes. The pulse in her neck speeds. Throbbing.
I’m seeking permission or waiting for her to refuse. We’re still friends and she still has complete control over everything I do.
Her eyes look a little dazed and she bites her bottom lip, but she doesn’t deny me. She never does. Em takes a deep breath but still doesn’t react. Instead, her legs part and her back arches, pushing her chest out.
I drag the loofah back and forth two more times and pull my hand back, but Em grasps my wrist and holds me there.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs.
I smirk and pull my hand away.
A look of disappointment crosses her face as she sighs. With a quirk of my lips, I slip my hand between her legs again, sliding my fingertips through her folds, loving the way she arches into me and parts her legs. She moans and bucks her hips.
“Colt,” she sighs my name and licks her lips.
I want to do this properly. I want to make her legs tremble, and body quake as she comes against my hand. I want to savor every moment, draw it out, make it the best orgasm she’s ever had.
I rub her from front to back, paying attention to her reactions, learning what she likes, and where to press and touch. Her soft moans are a good sign I’m in the right spot. It’s when she bucks her hips and groans low in her throat, clutching my shoulders, I know I’ve hit the jackpot.
I continue rubbing and stroking while she rotates her hips and tries to create more friction between us. I press my erection against her hips and it’s taking all my control not to slide myself between her legs. Bare skin on bare skin.
She’s panting and grinding against my hand. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s like this. I groan and have to stop myself from jerking off while I bring Em to ecstasy. Every nerve in my body is alight and ready for her.
Instead, I focus on the movements of my fingers, circling and pinching her swollen bud, smiling when she arches her back and lets out a long low moan. She likes that. I cup her breast and lower my mouth again.
Her hands are on my shoulders, in my hair, bracing herself against the wall and she reaches for me again and strokes her hand along my length, and shit. My eyes roll back in my head and I thrust into her soft warm hand as I press one finger against her entrance while still working her clit with my thumb. Her leg shakes, and her hand pauses.
“What are you doing?” Her voice has a slight tremble to it. She’s nervous.
“Trust me?” Em nods, stroking me while I push my finger inside her further, taking my time, waiting for her muscles to relax. Her mouth drops open and a groan of pleasure escapes her lips. She’s so tight and hot, and her muscles clench as I drag my finger out again.
“Oh, my god,” she pants, lifting her hips, encouraging me to continue. I curl my finger inside her again and then out, my thumb still rubbing her clit.
And then...
Her body tenses for a moment before she erupts, shaking, and trembling, and moaning. Her back arches and her legs twitch. I have to hold her up, support her weight, all while working my finger inside her, making sure I drag out her orgasm for as long as possible as she cries out my name and relaxes back in the water, spent and out of breath.
“Wow,” she mumbles. Her eyes are closed, and her breath is coming hard and fast. “That was...”
“Fucking awesome.”
“Yeah. That.” She claps me on the shoulder twice. “Good job.”
I laugh.
After I’ve made Em come twice, I grab the shampoo and wash her hair, stepping aside when she grabs the loofah again. When she finishes washing her body, she moves to get out.
I grab her and press a kiss to the top of her head, my way of reassuring her everything’s okay. She gives me a small smile and gets out of the shower. “Take care of that before you come downstairs and see your dad.” She points at my still-throbbing erection.
“Want to stay in here and give me a hand?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “If I do that, then you’ll owe me again, and we’ll keep going around in circles and never get out of the shower.”
“I’m okay with that.” I smirk.
“Maybe so, but I think your dad will get suspicious if one of us doesn’t make an appearance soon.” She closes the shower door, wraps a towel around her and gathers her clothes.
As she opens the door, I call out to her, “Hey, what about a visual?”
“Kiss me and I’ll let you see whatever you want.”
Knowing I’ll say no, she walks out before I respond. The door closes and I’m left alone in the shower with my hand. Not nearly as fun as Em.
I get downstairs to find Em and Dad singing and dancing in the kitchen as they hover around the stove together. I lean against the door frame, watching them. They don’t know I’m here yet, so I remain quiet.
The smell of bacon fills the house and Em’s voice is like music to my ears. She’s completely tone deaf and her voice is comparable to nails on a chalkboard, but I like listening to her sing. That shower completely knocked me off balance but she’s in high spirits, so whatever it is we’re doing can only be a good thing. I just hope she finds closure after last night’s revelations.
Em holds the wooden spoon out to Dad and he grabs it, singing into it like a microphone.
Weirdos.
It’s great to see Dad smiling and happy, though. He’s gained back some of that spark he lost all those years ago when mom died. I don’t remember the last time I saw him laughing this way as he spins Em around and dips her.
That’s when it hits me.
He’s been acting weird since we got here. He’s happy, carefree, constantly on his phone. His birthday dinner was a disaster, but that hasn’t dampened his mood. Something isn’t right. He left yesterday, not long after we arrived because he ‘had things to do’. He showered before he left and when he got home. He’s singing and dancing in the kitchen.
And...
Fuck.
There is a spare toothbrush in the bathroom.
I didn’t think much of it when I saw it earlier. Figured it was an extra one. Pink, but still... A spare.
But now the pieces are all fitting together and starting to make sense.
“You’re dating someone, aren’t you?” I blurt, startling both Em and Dad. He drops the wooden spoon, and Em flings a piece of bacon into the air as she whips around to glare at me.
Dad coughs and chokes on air. He clears his throat. Picks up the wooden spoon. Runs a hand through his hair. Opens and closes his mouth like a fish.
He’s nervous and at a loss for words.
“Are you happy?” I ask him, not waiting for him to confirm what I already figured out to be true, while Em crouches down and picks up the bacon that fell on the floor.