His eyes close slowly and he sucks in a breath before letting it out. “Yes. You can.”
“Are you mentally preparing yourself to not touch me?” I pout.
“No. I’m mentally preparing myself to not take you up against this shower wall because the first time I do that, I want to worship every inch of your body.”
“Who says we can’t do both?” I smirk as I push the shower curtain to the side and climb in.
I’ve never seen a man so gloriously sculpted before. His dick is damn near perfect and already hard from watching my striptease before I joined him.
Reaching out, I rest my palms on his chest and lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“Welcome home, Reeces Pieces.”
“What a welcome it is.” I let my hands fall lower, his body stills beneath my touch.
When he doesn’t stop me, I grip his cock in my hand. The skin is softer than I was expecting. Not rough like his hands, or weathered like his face from the sun.
“I don’t know what you like, Jay. Show me.”
He lowers his forehead to rest on mine, placing his hand over the one I have wrapped around his cock. For a moment I think he’s going to stop this whole thing. But then, slowly, his hand begins to move ours along his dick together. He applies pressure to my fingers that glide along underneath and then rubs my thumb over the tip.
Releasing me, he reaches behind my head to hold himself up on the wall. But I don’t stop. His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back. He’s moaning his appreciation and it’s giving me confidence to keep going on my own. His movement lets the spray come over his shoulder so I move and rest my cheek on his abs, gripping his ass cheek with my free hand to hold him close.
“Shit. Reece. I’m going to come. I need you to stop.”
“I don’t want to stop, I want to be the reason you come.” I can feel his legs shaking as he holds himself back.
“Fuck. I can’t… I…” I swipe at the tip, causing him to stop talking and let out a moan.
His orgasm shoots out of him as I watch it land on my thigh. Fuck, that’s a turn on knowing I did that to him.
“Goddamn, Reece.” His lips smash to mine in a demanding kiss. “I want to return the favor, but I have a fucking calf who needs to eat and I’m not rushing the first orgasm I give you.”
He reaches out to grab the pouf I have here and suds it up with my favorite soap. The watermelon citrus scent fills the space. He washes me from head to toe, including my hair where he massages the shampoo into my scalp.
Once I’m rinsed off, we step out and he dries me off.
“Where are we going tonight?” I ask while digging through my suitcase.
“I figured we could go to Hungry Horse Steakhouse in Black Falls. I didn’t want to make you drive to Bozeman and basically go back to school. I thought we could go nearby and then I can get you back in bed with my lips on you faster.”
When I stand, he’s right behind me. His hands loop around my front and squeeze my boobs. Leaning back into his chest, his hands drift south. This is the first time he’s ever touched me without my underwear still on.
His finger glides over my clit, making me jump at the touch.
“All ready for me, Reeces Pieces?” He sucks his finger into his mouth. “Guess I won’t need dessert then.” Winking at me, he walks away to get dressed.
Now that my brain is officially scrambled, I stare at my open suitcase and have no idea what to wear.
“Here, let me help. I can tell you’re distracted.” He lifts me up and drops me on the bed with a bounce. A pair of jeans lands in front of me. Then the red set I sent him photos of months ago. Followed by my favorite navy sweater. “Red’s my favorite color.”
With a kiss to my forehead, he disappears down the hall, rolling the sleeves of his button up along those deliciously muscled forearms, revealing my favorite tattoos.
Shaking my head of the thoughts, I stand to finally get dressed.
Now, I just want to skip it all and get back here.
Joining him in the living room I take a moment to appreciate him. He’s wearing dark wash jeans, his Carhartt jacket, cowboy boots, and a black cowboy hat. The water glass he holds looks like it was made for a toddler in comparison to his hand, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. All while his green eyes pierce into me, catching me ogling him in his kitchen.
