I made sure the little remote thingy was on the dresser for the candles, then I hurried downstairs just before the door between the kitchen and the mud room opened. Holden stood there, staring at me. I got the feeling my outfit hit its mark.
After mundane chit-chat, Holden excused himself and rushed off to clean up for dinner. Once I confirmed the oven was off and tented the baking dish with foil, I hurried upstairs and turned on the candles before I walked into the bathroom to disrupt his shower, not for the first time.
I grabbed two towels, wishing I had time to run downstairs to the laundry room and throw them into the dryer so they were warm. His hands had been like ice when he’d come inside, and as I stared at the shower, I didn’t notice any steam rising, meaning he was taking another cold shower.
I couldn’t let that continue. I opened the door and turned the knob just short of scalding hot. “You’re going to get pneumonia, Holden.”
He was shivering as he stood in the corner of the stall, trying to stay out of the freezing cold spray.
When he realized I had the door open and was staring at his sexy ass and tree-trunk-like thighs, he quickly covered his dick, which wasn’t thrilled to be showered with ice-cold water. “What? What are you doing in here?”
After putting the towels on the towel bar, I whipped off his T-shirt and untied the panties on both sides, placing them onto thetoilet tank before stepping into the shower, which was starting to heat up, thankfully.
“Avery, what are you—?”
“I’m going to wash your back, Holden. You know, I can keep my hands and my dick to myself.” I even added a nod for emphasis.
Much to my surprise, Holden leaned down to kiss my cheek before kissing down my neck and along the scar from my heart transplant. Finally, he stood and looked into my eyes. “It’s not you I’m worried about, sweetheart.”
“If I swear to tell you if I feel pain anywhere, can I suck you? I want to make you feel good, Holden. You took me in, and you’re taking good care of me. I want to take care of you, too.”
Holden sighed. “Okay, but not in the shower. Let me clean up, and we can get into bed. You took out that delicious smelling lasagna?”
“I used your eggplant. I hope that was okay. Where do you get the pickled eggplant, and what do you use if for?” I couldn’t fathom.
“My mom makes it. Her grandmother was Italian, and it’s great on an antipasto platter. I eat it as a snack and dip Italian bread in the olive oil brine. It’s really delicious. It has onions too. Mom sent me back with a couple of jars at Christmas. I finished off the other one. I need to eat this one so I can take the jars back to her. I can’t wait to taste your lasagna.”
Now was my shot and I was taking it. “I want to taste you first, if you don’t mind. If I feel any discomfort at all, I’ll tell you, and you can call 9-1-1.” I was putting a lot of faith in Happy’s assurance that I was going to be fine.
I washed Holden’s back and massaged his shoulders, easing some of the tension as I went. I quickly dropped to my knees to wash his legs and that beautiful ass I’d had too long ago.
“Just so you know, I appreciate you letting me inside you first, but after this two-week bullshit is over, I want you inside me forever.”
Holden spread his legs so I could wash his junk, and his cock and balls dropped from his gut where they’d gone when he’d been using the ice water. The blood followed quickly behind, his cock springing to life quickly. I massaged his balls and cleaned behind them, rubbing his taint to be sure it was extra clean.
Suddenly, I was lifted and held in front of Holden. “That’s enough, sweetheart. Let’s get into bed.” God, the man was beautiful and so gentle.
I handed him a towel, quickly dried myself with the other before using it to dry his legs and feet, which were sexy for a guy who worked as hard as he did. I’d seen a pumice stone in his shower that he must have used to groom them, which was nice to know. Maybe I could talk him into going for a pedicure with me before flip-flop weather?
Holden picked me up from where I squatted and carried me into the bedroom, holding me with one arm as he pulled the comforter and top sheet down the bed, gently placing me on the soft cotton sheets. That reminded me…
“You’re not sleeping on the couch anymore. If you don’t trust me in your bed, then I’ll sleep on the couch. Your feet must hang off it, even though it’s a long couch.” The man was impossible.
“I think we can work this out. Now, come here and let me kiss you everywhere.”
Who was I to fight him, but I had a better idea. “Can we mutually suck each other?”
“That sounds amazing.”
Before I could catch my breath, I was on top of him with my throbbing cock in his mouth. I was able to reach his hard prick and take the mushroom head into my mouth. Histrimmed bush was still damp against my nose, and his scent was mouthwatering.
To reach the base of his erection, I had to pull out of his mouth, but Holden took it in stride and began licking my hole, which nearly sent me to the ceiling. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”
“Are you okay?” he asked as I moved his cock back to my mouth and sucked, trying to catch all the seeping pre-cum he was giving me.
“Mmmm. I’m doing just great.” That was no fucking lie.
I continued to shower his length as much love as I could without loosing his tongue in my ass. Fuck, if it wasn’t sublime.
