“I didn’t think you liked me.”
“I don’t.” Taylor ran the washcloth under the water to soak it. “Not in the least,” she said dryly as she pressed out the excess water and then pumped liquid soap onto the cloth.
“Good, because I definitely don’t like you either,” I said teasingly while she rubbed the edge of the washcloth in a circular motion into the soap, creating a lush lather.
Taylor wrapped her hand around my right wrist and pulled it closer to her. She enveloped my fingers with the sudsy washcloth and applied gentle pressure in a circular motion as she went down the fingertips to my knuckle.
“Your ego is so big that you mistake someone offering to help you as them wanting you to fuck them.”
I pulled my hand away from hers then raised my right arm over her head as I stepped behind her. She now stood between my body and the counter. I pushed my washcloth-clad hand into her hands so she would continue cleaning it.
“Sooo, are you telling me that you don’t want me to fuck you?” I teasingly asked.
“Nope.”
In the mirror, I could see her smile. I remained quiet for a few minutes while she cleaned my right hand. Her body felt warm against my bare chest, almost comforting. Without being too obvious, I inhaled deeply and breathed in her sweet and smoky scent. It was calming and relaxing and unlike anything I’d ever encountered. I closed my eyes and concentrated on nothing other than the way her fingers felt on mine over the washcloth. She repeated her cleaning process on my left hand.
“You’re good at washing blood and grime off,” I said.
“Why, thank you,” she replied and smiled sardonically.
“Have you done this a lot?” I kept my tone even when I asked, in case it was a touchy subject.
Taylor stopped moving for a moment. She looked away from my hand and stared at the counter for a quick second or two before continuing to scrub.
“I’ve cleaned blood off hands many times,” she answered.
“Yours… or others?”
“Both,” she replied.
Interesting.
I rested my chin on her shoulder and continued to breathe deeply. She moved the washcloth out of the way and held my hand as she put it under the water stream.
“You okay?” she asked me as she eyed me in the mirror.
“Perfectly fine. Though, I am surprised you’re using soap on my hands. I figured you’d want to douse them in hand sanitizer.”
She laughed and shook her head. The motion caused more of her sweet scent to cover my face.
“Maybe I do.”
“That would burn,” I said.
“Mhmm. Yes, it would burn.” Taylor grinned at the proposition of making my hands burn.
“You smell good,” I whispered close to her ear.
“And you smell like—”
I reached up with my wet hand and tilted her chin so she’d turn and look at me. Leaning my head down, I captured her lips with mine and swallowed any snide comment that had been on the tip of her tongue. There was no resistance on her part, and her tongue tangled with mine.
As our tongues feverishly lapped at one another’s, Taylor turned her body in my arms and placed her hands on my bare chest and abs. Without moving my lips from hers, I shut the faucet off and wiped my other hand on the side of my jeans to dry it off some. Much to my surprise, Taylor’s hands freely explored my body. She pressed her palm against my groin and ran her fingertips along the outline of my hard dick over my pants. This woman, who supposedly hated men, was driving me crazy as she teased and taunted me while acting like she couldn’t stand me. The combination of her tongue challenging mine while her hands roamed and squeezed my torso was adding fuel to my fire.
My fingers found the button and zipper to her pants and made quick work of pushing her jeans and panties down to her knees. I dipped my middle finger between her soft folds and smiled against her mouth when I discovered how wet she was. I pressed my thumb lightly on her swollen clit before letting it slide to one side. My thumb massaged the side of her clit with just enough pressure to make her want more.
“Admit it. You’re wet for my dick,” I whispered against her mouth. She sighed and nipped at my lip.
