“What… what are you doing to me?”
“Cleaning you,” he said, bending to speak into her ear. “Let me soap your perfect body.”
Perfect body. How she wished those words were true. And to have them spoken by the most beautiful man she’d ever seen was heady.All this seduction could really go to a girl’s head.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “From the first moment I saw you, you’ve taken my breath away.”
He sounded so sincere, she couldn’t help but want to believe. But could she?
His hands rubbed her back rhythmically with circular strokes. Then over her shoulders and down until they hovered over her breasts. His eyes were kind, his mouth turned up at the corners. She realized then that he was waiting for her permission.
Mayra gave a tiny nod, and that was all it took. His soapy hands were on her breasts, his motions gentle but invigorating. Her head fell back, her legs feeling weak. What was this power he had over her body? And would it last? She prayed to the gods that it would.
“I have never seen breasts like these,” he said, his tone reverent. “If I were sculpting a woman of my very own, I would want her to have breasts like these. They’re exquisite.”
His words were flattering. Mayra couldn’t deny that fact. After a lifetime of being told how hideous she was, his words were like an oasis in the desert. She soaked his compliments up like a flower after a drought.
“And these hips,” he murmured, his hands moving lower to cup them. “So pleasingly rounded. I bet your ass is to die for.”
Mayra giggled suddenly, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide with surprise, and Nojan cocked an eyebrow at her in curiosity. How did she tell the man that she’d never before giggled? That there had never been anything to giggle about?
Best to just shake her head and hope he ignored the outburst. In fact, better still to reward him with a look at the part of her he could envision a man dying over.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed when she turned around and arched her back, displaying her bottom to its greatest advantage. Then his hands were on her, rubbing soap across her cheeks while managing to grip them in a way that made her wet, and not from the shower.
“As much as I could linger here all day, I better clean the rest of you.” His hands worked their way down her legs, carefully covering every inch, even bracing her so that he could lift her feet, one by one, to clean between the toes.
“You’re doing a very thorough job,” she said, on the verge of giggling again. She told herself it was because she must be ticklish between her toes. In reality, it was the situation. Nojan was being so sweet, so attentive, that he was quickly wearing down her hesitation.
“Of course,” he replied. “I’m known for my attention to detail. Still, there’s one place I have yet to wash.”
She followed his gaze downward and then blushed, realizing which part of her body he was referring to.
“I’ll bet you’re as perfect there as everywhere else,” he said, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. “Perhaps even more so.”
“Nojan, I—” Her words faded away at the first touch of his hand against her feminine core. Her knees buckled, and if he hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed.
“Oh, precious,” he said, hugging her tight for a moment. “You’ll have to lean on me. Hold on tight.” He wrapped her arms around his neck. Then his fingers were back on her, exploring the center of her femininity.
“Oh gods,” she whispered frantically. She’d never been touched there, and her own hands didn’t linger when cleaning herself. And the way he was touching her was nothing like the way she touched herself.
His strokes were soft, sliding over the outer lips over and over again in a way designed to drive her mad. One finger slid between her folds and found the sensitive nub of her sex, and her knees gave out again. If she hadn’t been holding on tightly, she wouldn’t have been able to remain standing.
His finger teased the nub, making her shake, and all the while, he whispered in her ear. “My angel, you’re immaculate. I’ve never seen a woman as perfect for me as you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, from your creamy skin to your delicate features. Your curves, your hair, andhere, the most perfect place of all.”
His words coupled with the gentle rubbing were bringing about a feeling she’d never experienced. It was as if he controlled her body now, as if that single finger was the center of her world. “Nojan,” she whimpered, her grip tightening.
“Yes, just feel me,” he whispered, then bit at her earlobe. A swipe of his tongue followed the bite, and then his mouth was on her neck, licking and sucking and making her legs shake.
“Please,” she cried, not knowing exactly what she was asking for but knowing that she needed it.
“That’s it,” he mouthed into her neck. “Surrender to me, angel. Let me see your climax come over you. I bet you’re even more beautiful when you come.”
His motions picked up their pace as his mouth climbed up her neck to find her lips. His mouth was demanding, his tongue burrowing in to wrestle with hers.
The sensations were too overwhelming. She could feel something building, something powerful. It was almost scary, the power of the feeling boiling up inside her.
“Come for me,” he whispered against her lips, and suddenly, she was and her entire universe ignited in an explosion to rival the Big Bang.
Mayra let out a ragged cry then collapsed against him. His strong arms were there to hold her, his gentle kisses and the shower water against her skin like a warm rain.
