How’d I gethere? In just a couple of days?
He washes me, washes my hair for me, and then I wash him. Now that my brain isn’t totally shut down with pleasure, I can explore and appreciate what a freaking hunk he is. Firm chest and abs, hard, lean muscles. I can imagine him running wild on the Scottish moors, his hair long and… Did they have kilts back then?
Whatever.
He turns to face me again, staring down at me with pure adoration in his blue eyes.
Not-Ianto wants me. Fuck me, I’m so screwed.
Especially when he drops to his knees with a very wicked grin and licks between my thighs, nudging my legs apart and bracing me with his hands.
Ooohhhh mmmmyyyy!
The way he drags his tongue over my sensitive clit makes me see stars well before he has me coming all over his face. I’m barely coherent and only his hand pinning me to the shower wall is keeping me upright by the time he’s finally satisfied I’ve had enough, and he stands.
His cock’s hard again, too.
“How was that, love?”
I pull him in for a long kiss, tasting myself on him, loving his unabashedly carnal grin. Like he’s happy just because I got me some.
As if his needs are secondary.
“That was fricking amazing. But what about you?”
He continues smiling as he slowly shakes his head. “I’ll wait until later.”
I reach down and palm his hard cock.Hello, friend.“But that’s kind of mean, making you wait.”
“You’re not ‘making’ me do anything, love.” He backs me against the wall again, his hands braced against it and caging my head. “Anything I do like this is because Iwantto, not because I feel obligated. Taking care of what’smineis, believe me,exactlywhat I want to be doing.”
I swallow hard. I guess I am his now, huh?
I mean, my body and lady parts and heart are all on-board with that plan. Completely.
When we finish our shower, I wrap a towel around my hair and grab my robe. He ties a towel low around his hips and I want to lick along where his abs form aVthat points to Happy Land, now concealed by a layer of cheap grey terrycloth. I want to bite his tight, gorgeous ass.
Guess that’s irony, huh?
He picks up the chain and studies the ring. “I’m sorry I haven’t had the opportunity yet to research this for you. I promise I’ll do that this week.”
“Thank you.”
“May I try it on?”
I nod.
I hold my breath as he unfastens the chain’s clasp and slides it free from the ring, then fits the ring on his left ring finger.
It fits him perfectly.
Don’t know what I was expecting to happen, but I suck in a relieved breath as the world doesn’t end. Smiling, he removes the ring from his finger and hands it back to me. He watches as I thread it onto the chain and then drape it around my neck again.
It’s a comfort having it back where it belongs.
“What?”
He smiles. “Nothing, love.” He leans in for a kiss. “I suppose we should eat.”
