“I was a virgin when I met Brian. Our sex lifewas like a business transaction. No kissing. No foreplay.Nothing.He would do the deed, and it was over. I tried to talk to him about spicing things up. He made me feel like something was wrong with me because I wanted to try positions other than missionary.” Her face turns a brighter shade of pink, and she still won’t meet my eyes.
He fucking shamed her.
How can you have this woman, and not worship every inch of her body?
Lifting her chin with my finger, our eyes meet. “Let’s get something straight right now. I’ll take care of your body. You want something? You tell me. If you don’t like something, you tell me. Whatever you want or need, I’ll take care of you. Do you understand?”
Her breath hitches as her lips part. She’ll learn, I mean what I say. Leaning down, I take possession of her mouth, my hard cock pressing against her thigh. She whimpers, her soft fingers trailing down my sides. My body feels electrified, and it’s a struggle to rein myself in. I pull away slowly, her dark eyes opening, her pouty lips tugging into a faint smile.
“Now.“ I kiss the tip of her nose. “I need a shower. Do you want to join me?”
Her eyes dart to the bathroom and back to mine, nervously. “You want to shower together?”
“You never have to ask, baby. I’ll be involved in everything you do naked.”
She shakes her head, swatting me on the armas we roll out of bed. I go to her side, and she giggles as I pick her up honeymoon style, carrying her to the shower.
After adjusting the water, we get in, standing under the warm spray, soothing our sore muscles. Steam rises all around us, a sexy sheen coating her soft, pale skin. Brooke’s gaze roams my body, and she bites her bottom lip, my cock twitching between us.
“You better stop looking at me like that.” Her eyes snap to mine, filled with lust and desire.
Fuck, I need to be inside her. Attempting to distract myself, I grab the shampoo bottle. Squirting some in my palm, I massage it into her scalp.
Bad idea.
She moans, tilting her head back, giving me a perfect view of her delicate neck and perky tits.
Clenching my jaw, I rinse the shampoo from her hair, repeating the process with conditioner.
I could get used to this.
It feels so natural to take care of her.
Reaching for the body wash, I squirt a generous amount onto her loofah. As the material gently moves back and forth across her skin, I realize this is torture. Little pants of need drift to my ears, destroying what focus I have.
Closing my eyes briefly, I will my cock to ignore the temptress standing in front of me. “Brooke.” I warn.
A wicked smile plays across her lips when Iopen my eyes. Moving her under the spray, she teasingly rinses the soapy lather from her skin.
Taking the loofah from my hand, the body wash slowly trickles from the bottle. “Your turn.”
Bracing myself for the sweet agony ahead, I begin washing my hair. My teeth grind together as my jaw clenches tightly. She gently scrubs my body in maddening circles, causing my muscles to flex with restraint. After washing my upper body, she drops to her knees.
Fuck.
I could easily slide between her full lips.
She moves the loofah over my legs, working her way up to my cock. Squirting the body wash into her hand, she gently tugs on my balls, making me groan. Her other hand snakes around my cock and my head falls back against the tile wall.
“Brooke.” I don’t recognize my own voice as she tightens her grip around me.
“I want to wash you thoroughly, Gabriel.” She purrs before kissing the crown of my cock.
It twitches against her lips which makes her giggle. She stands abruptly, giving me a sly grin.
“You’ll pay for that.” I kiss her roughly, tugging her bottom lip between my teeth.
She whimpers as I let go. “We have to get out of this shower.”
