“And that’s why you were made for me.”
“I’m about to come,” I tell him.
“So am I.”
I flick my clit harder and it takes everything in me to keep my eyes open. I’m on the precipice of coming. The only thing that is holding me back is for Oak’s command to tell me to.
He thrusts hard and as he’s about to slam into me he growls, “Now, Grace. Fucking come all over my cock.” And with that command when he slams back into me and my walls clench around him my orgasm hits me deep and violent.
I rest my head in the juncture of the space between his neck and shoulder and ride out the everlasting waves.
Oak pulls out at the very last second and comes all over my stomach. The hot liquid coming out like thick rope that almost seems as if it’s never ending.
His body sags against mine, making my back plaster to the shower tiled wall, as he’s finished.
Honestly, I don’t know how the man has the strength to keep himself up, let alone the both of us.
“You know,” I begin breathy, “I came in here to get clean.”
He chuckles, a rich sound that I want to hear again and again. “I couldn’t resist,” he says simply.
A lazy smile adorns my face. “Will you ever be able to resist me?” I tease him.
He looks down at me then, his ice blue eyes tender. “Never.”
Gliding my hand from around his neck I then bring it to caress his beautiful face. He leans into my touch and my heart melts. Keeping his eyes on mine he kisses my palm and then rests his cheek back on my hand. His eyes are soft and tender. The most vulnerable I have ever seen them.
I swallow down all the emotions that want to burst free. I bite down on the‘L’word that wants to escape.
I keep my eyes on his as he unhooks my legs from his back and plants my feet gently on the floor. I lean against the shower wall for support and watch him in a daze as he takes the bar of soap and a yellow washcloth.
Soaping up the cloth until bubbles cover it he begins to wash me.
And I feel as if this act is more intimate than anything sexual we’ve done.
He swipes the cloth gently across my body, starting with my chest and working his way outwards. He cleans me thoroughly, paying special attention to all the crevices and scrubbing me clean. Once my front is done he takes the shower head and sprays me down.
And then he does the same with my backside. Placing his hand gently on my hip he turns me around and cleans me.
The affection, the tender touches and the care he’s showing me causes tears to build up and press at the back of my eyes.
It’s been so long. So, so long since someone has cared for me. Since someone has taken care of me.
A tear manages to slip free.
I try to press them back but the dam is open. One after another tears stream down my face.
Sensing the shift in my body Oak stops rinsing me with the shower head and spins me back around to face him.
I have my face covered in my hands so he doesn’t see but he doesn’t allow that.
He pries my hands away and cups my face gently in his big rough hands.
His eyes search mine and when they don’t find an answer he asks me softly, “Why are you crying? Was I too rough with you?”
“No!” I assure him immediately. I never want him to think that. Whatever he gives I willingly accept. And for my tastes I don’t think he could ever be too rough with me. “It’s not about that at all. Trust me.”
“I do trust you, Grace. It’s the reason why I’m letting you in. I trust you more than I trust myself.”
