“You’re not so bad yourself, Southerland.” She ducked her head to kiss his chest again and he let her. “Is this the way you normally wake up, or are you just happy to see me?” She trailed slender fingers over his cock, which bobbed in response along with the rhythm of his heartbeat. He was so close to going off just from her touch, he might be the one mistaken for a teenager.
“Brat.” He gave her ass a playful swat and then cupped it with his hand.
When she tipped her hips, his fingertips grazed her slick, hot center and he groaned. He loved how responsive she was, how willing she was to move into his touch, to take what she wanted from him. She might be inexperienced but there wasn’t anything shy or shrinking about her, and he was more than happy to let her use him to figure out what she liked and how she liked it.
“There’s something else I haven’t tried, if you’re game.” Parting her legs to give him better access, she gripped his cock with her strong, slender artist’s hand.
“Always.” With her fingers wrapped around him, he’d happily comply with any naked request she made. Hell, he’d buy the woman a pony if she wanted.
“I’ve never had shower sex.”
“I can help you with that,” he said, fighting back the grin that seemed to have taken up permanent residence on his face.
