Kellie’s fingers skated down my ribs, taunting me and making me shiver.
“You cold?” Kellie asked with a giggle, knowing exactly what she was doing. For someone who could look so sweet and innocent, she certainly had a wicked sense of humor.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warned.
I felt her tits against my back as her arms snaked around my chest.
“I can’t wait to get burned,” she cooed and nipped at my earlobe, snapping what was left of my restraint.
Grabbing her hands, I unwrapped them from around me and spun to face her.
“Oh,” she exclaimed as I crowded her against the tile wall, my dick hard as steel poking into her belly.
“You enjoy taunting me, don’t you?” I asked, my voice husky as I tried to stop myself from taking her like a damn caveman.
Not one to ever back down from a challenge, Kellie looked up at me with defiance and lust in her eyes. Sliding her hand between us, she wrapped it around my cock and stroked it from root to tip, my eyes falling closed as I focused on the sensation.
After a long, tortured moment, I grabbed Kellie’s wrist, stilling her where she stood. “Stop!” I grunted.
“Why? You not enjoying yourself, Jake? ‘Cause your body says otherwise.”
“You know I am, but you need a break,” I forced myself to say before bending down and kissing her softly, her lips pillowy cushions that instantly I could imagine being wrapped around my painfully hard dick. “And right now, I’m going to take care of you,” I confirmed with another kiss before standing up and reaching for the shampoo.
“Spin,” I directed, and when Kellie didn’t move, I lifted my finger and made the spinning motion.
Complete with a roll of her eyes, Kellie turned around and tipped her head back, letting the water cascade down over her body, the river running between her tits not at all helping with my situation.
Needing a distraction, I squirted a blob of shampoo into my palm before I started massaging it into her hair. The noises coming from Kellie’s lips were enough to make a preacher change his beliefs. They were sexy as fuck, and under my fingers, I felt Kellie’s body relax.
Washing someone’s hair was not easy. Trying to keep the soap from their eyes. Trying to keep your hands where they were supposed to be. Trying to think about anything other than the woman in front of you, whose perfectly perky butt was taunting your dick making it almost impossible to think straight. Not to mention the sight of your woman wet, naked, and moaning under your touch.
After rinsing the shampoo from her hair, I repeated the painful process with the conditioner.
“You’re really good at this,” Kellie murmured the compliment.
“Thanks.”
“Think I could book in for this sort of treatment weekly?” she teased as her head lolled to the side.
“I’m pretty sure we could negotiate some kind of deal,” I suggested, rinsing the conditioner from her hair before slapping her ass.
“What was that for?” Kellie asked, spinning around to face me.
“Marshmallow, if your ass is there, I’m going to slap it. Or I’m going to pinch it. Or I’m going to squeeze it. Your ass is mine, sweetheart, so get used to it.”
“Is that what you think?” Kellie challenged, jutting out her hip.
“Yep,” I confirmed, refusing to back down.
“Well, let me tell you something, Jake Robert Samuels. If you think my ass is yours…”
“It is,” I interrupted.
“Then this…” she started reaching for my dick, “… is mine.”
She thought she’d won.
She thought she was so smart, and I’d never give up my dick.
