“I need to take a shower. You want to join me?”
“Please.”
I set Kat down on her feet, and she stripped out of her clothes while I turned on the shower, so that when I turned around, all I could see was creamy skin. Her nipples were hard little buds in the cool air, begging for me to taste.
I started to unbutton my jeans, and she stepped into the shower, letting out a husky moan that made my erection throb. I nearly tripped trying to get out of my jeans and boxers so that I could join her.
The warm water ran over her body in rivulets, and I found myself transfixed by it until she reached out and took hold of my cock. I had to catch myself on the tiled wall as she started to pump her hand up and down. Pleasure licked up my spine from something so simple, but when she got on her knees in front of me, a deep-rooted excitement took hold.
But I didn’t want her to do this just to make things up to me, “You don’t have to do that,” I told her, reaching down to pull her up by her arms.
“I want to,” she insisted, flicking her tongue out and running it over the tip of my cock. It felt like I was hit with an electric jolt.
“Shit,” I hissed, staring down at her. The wicked smile she shot me might have been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen until she opened her plump lips and swallowed my cock.
I moaned loud and long as the sensations caused by her mouth spread all over my body. She took me all the way in until I butted up against the back of her throat. Then, she moaned, and the vibrations from that action brought me so close to an orgasm that I felt like an inexperienced teenager again.
Fuck, she was good at this.
I beat back the orgasm with sheer force of will. I wanted this to last longer. Ineededit.
Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock, Kat pumped my shaft as she worked her mouth up and down. She got into a rhythm that drove me crazy. It felt so good but was just languorous enough to keep me on the edge of nirvana.
The water beat down on my back, seeming to heighten the sensation by making my skin feel more sensitive, and when Kat reached around with her free hand and grabbed a handful of my ass, pulling me forward and deep-throating my cock, I lost it. My orgasm slammed into me with no time to warn her before I exploded into her wet, warm mouth. But it didn’t matter to her. She swallowed every drop of what I gave her, looking up into my eyes in one of the most intimate moments we’d ever shared.
“I fucking love you,” I said without stopping to think about it. I got caught up in the moment. If I’d stopped to consider what I was going to say, I probably would have held the words back. I didn’t know where she was emotionally, and putting myself out there like that felt like a good way to scare her away again.
To my surprise, Kat smiled as she got to her feet. Cupping my cheek, she looked into my eyes, and I could see nothing but happiness there.
“I love you, too,” she said.
“You do?”
I didn’t mean to sound like an insecure child, but I really didn’t think she’d say it back.
“I do. I can’t believe it took me so long to realize it, but I love you for the things you do. I’ve always thought that actions were more important than words, and your actions say so much. The way that you pursued me. The way you helped me find a bike. The way you helped my brother. You’ve shown me who you are, and I couldn’t help falling for you, no matter how hard I tried.”
“And your stubborn ass put up a hell of a fight,” I said, earning me another slap on the arm.
“Watch it, or I might just go home,” she said, but I knew it was an empty threat.
There was no way she was leaving now. My cock was already hardening again.
“I’ll have you know, I like your stubborn ass,” I said, reaching around to pinch her.
She squealed, and I shut off the water. A proper shower could come later. For now, I wanted to get Kat into my bed. If actions were more important to her than words, she was going to love what happened next.
Epilogue: Kat
I bent over and peered through the window in front of the oven, checking the roast beef for the hundredth time. I’d never made something like this before, but I really wanted to do something impressive, something worthy of my mom. We were resuming Sunday family meals at my house, so Jason and Lexie would be here in an hour.
The sound of breaking glass came from behind me, followed by Blade’s curse, “Shit!”
I popped up and turned to see that he had dropped a wine glass onto the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. He looked at me with the cutest guilty smile on his face. I couldn’t help laughing.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “Lexie can’t drink anyway, remember?”
Lexie was the reason we hadn’t started doing this sooner. I wanted to start the tradition back up again when Blade moved in with me a month ago, breaking his old lease a few months early, but Lexie was having a hell of a tough time with morning sickness, which it turned out could occur at any time. She even lost almost ten pounds because she couldn’t hold down any food, but she was starting to make up for it now. She had a little baby bump that I couldn’t wait to see growing into a huge pregnant belly. I had no interest in parenting myself, but I was excited to spoil a niece or nephew in six months.
