Lucas couldn’t be the same. I could hope that maybe one day he might be. In the future, he might want me as much as I wanted him. For now, I had to accept that he was revelling in the newness of sex that felt undeniably good.
I reached into the bathtub and twisted the taps. ‘Shower time.’
Lucas kissed across my shoulder while we waited for the water to heat up. As he nibbled the jut of my collar bone, the bathroom filled with steam.
He made a sad sound of abandonment when I stepped into the tub, but grinned wildly when I held out a hand to encourage him to join me.
My back to the spray, he stepped straight into my space. His lips met mine, and the hot water and humid air and scent of anything other than Lucas’s want became secondary. My hands roved over his broad back, the muscles flexing as his fingers dug into my shoulders, traced the swell of my bum, rubbed over my chest.
Despite the fact that his attraction to someone of the same sex apparently caused him no anguish, I’d been determined to let him take the lead in his first sexual encounter with a naked man. But I pulled back from his kiss as he rutted against me. I rested my hands on his hips, stilling him.
He blinked, then grimaced. ‘Was that not good? I don’t know what I’m doing.’
I leant in to kiss his worry away, then inched back to reach a hand between our bodies. I gripped myself. ‘It’s kind of impossible to fake this level of enthusiasm. It was actually feeling too good. Fun as it was, I didn’t want to come untouched for a second time today.’
‘You want to come touched?’ Lucas’s eyes were firmly on my hand.
‘Yes. Please. If you’d like to touch me.’ I was dizzy with the nearness of him, but I wouldn’t force him into doing anything he didn’t want to.
Lucas didn’t hesitate to replace my hand with his own. I eased my fingers away, my breathing heavy as he explored. His skin was rougher than mine, his grip lighter. His fingers coasted across the whole length, his thumb rubbed around the tip, his nails scratched into the trimmed hair at the base. I gasped when he explored lower, cupped my balls.
‘That good?’ His eyes briefly flicked to mine before fixing between us.
I nodded emphatically against his shoulder. This was tame compared to my previous sexual encounters but if Lucas announced that all he ever wanted to do was bring me to orgasm with his hand, I’d be happy. I hadn’t had the same disconnect from sex as him, but it had never meant this much before. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him.
I’d given him long enough to explore without distraction. I reached between us and took him into my hand.
His chest expanded so dramatically that I was shunted back into the warm spray of the shower. Water dripped down over my face, jetting across my shoulders. I laughed as I righted myself, shaking the worst of the wetness away.
‘Was dunking me an unsubtle way to get me to let go?’ I loosened my grip.
‘No.’ Lucas accentuated the denial with a thrust of his hips. His free hand grabbed my upper arm, his eyes closing. ‘Fuck.’
I tightened my grip and his mouth fell open. I felt smug until he did the same, adding a rough jerk of his wrist.
After that, I didn’t have space in my brain for anything other than Lucas’s hand on me and mine on him. The rising scent of need and want swirled around us, the warm water pounding on my back as Lucas’s chest juddered against mine.
Breathing felt unimportant compared to keeping my lips on his. We were just about kissing, more panting and moaning into one another’s mouths. His stubbled chin rasped across mine, his tongue licked my lips, his nose bumped my cheek.
‘I’m going to come,’ I warned him. Beyond his fears about whether he actually wanted me this way, nothing about being with me had seemed to faze him, but I didn’t want surprise him by orgasming when he wasn’t prepared for it. The comedown from that wouldn’t be fun.
Lucas growled, his chest rumbling. His movements quickened, his grip deliciously tight. ‘Yes. I want to see that. I want to make you come.’
His words tipped me over the edge. I panted wetly into his shoulder as his hand sped up, prolonging the intense pleasure rocking through me. I couldn’t help digging my teeth into his skin when his cock jumped and my hand was coated with warmth.
Water sluiced down my back as we heaved in breaths together. Tiny sparks of pleasure zinged through me with each idle moment of Lucas’s fingers. My chest ached with something good and whole, like something I’d been missing for too long had found me.
I was jolted from thinking and feeling far too much by a deep rumble from Lucas’s stomach. I laughed, gently releasing him.He didn’t seem as keen to let go, but his hand fell away as I stepped back and water rushed across my body.
‘Quick wash.’ I stepped out of the spray and grabbed one of Louisa’s werewolf friendly shower gels from the high shelf beside us. ‘Then dinner.’
‘Yeah. Sure. Okay.’ Lucas didn’t seem very focused on my words, was more interested in the suds cascading down my chest.
‘Washing and food now.’ I shoved the shower gel at him. ‘More orgasms later.’
Lucas took the bottle and squeezed the lightly scented soap into his hands. ‘You have a deal.’
I turned away under the pretence of raising my face into the spray. I had to control myself, had to get a handle on the feelings threatening to run rampant through me. Lucas was new to all this, would want his hands on me as much as possible to begin with, but I couldn’t assume that would last forever.
