As soon as I’m inside the front door, I kick off my boots and shuffle out of my clothes while I head to my room, tossing them in the laundry basket just inside my bathroom door. I turn the shower on and let the water heat up while I run a brush through my hair.
When the steam starts fogging up the glass, I step in and let the water saturate my hair, running down my skin.
I wash the paint off my fingers first since I might be using them on Addison soon.
Arousal slices through my stomach at the thought. I’m dying to hear the raspy groan that rumbles through her right before she comes. I’m eager to hear her praises when I do something she really enjoys, and I can’t wait to have her mouth on me.
A needy whine gets caught in my throat. She should be here already. How long does it take to grab clothes? My nipples are stiff and aching with arousal, even with the heat of the shower, and my clit is begging for attention. I tilt my head and listen intently for any sounds that signal her arrival.
When I don’t hear anything, I dance my fingertips against my skin, trying to mimic the teasing way Addison touches me. It’s not the same, but it still has an effect on me to imagine her fingers.
I slip my hand down my body until my fingers brush against my clit. I’m swollen and achy, and when I start moving my fingers in slow circles, my head tips back on a relieved sigh. Behind my closed eyes, I conjure up the image of Addison kneeling in front of me, spreading my pussy lips and teasing me with her wicked tongue. She’d go slow at first to work me up until I’m begging for her fingers. Then shewould?—
“I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.”
My head snaps over, and my mouth goes bone dry at the sight of Addison completely naked with her arms crossed over her breasts. Her face is the picture of disappointment, but underneath there’s a layer of pure lust.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. You couldn’t even wait ten minutes for me?”
“You were taking too long and I… I need you.”
Addison steps into the shower, crowding me against the wall and leaning down until our noses brush. “What do you need from me, sunshine? My mouth or my fingers?”
“Anything you want to give me.”
“Anything? So, if I told you to grind that greedy pussy all over my thigh, you’d do it?”
I nod and whimper, unable to stop the sound. She knows I’d do it. I did it in the barn during the storm, and I’d do it again as long as she’ll let me come.
“God, you make the prettiest sounds. I’ll never get enough of them.” Her mouth covers mine, the water from the shower making our lips slippery as they glide together. Two fingers pinch my nipple while her other hand grips my ass, pressing our bodies closer together. I cry out when she pulls on the stiff bud, and she swallows the sound before trailing kisses down my neck. When her lips wrap around my other nipple, I can’t take it anymore.
“Addison, please.” It’s too soon to be begging. I should be embarrassed, but this is the effect she has on me. She turns me into a horny, pleading mess.
“So impatient. I’ve been waiting all week to have you. Don’t rush me.”
With a nip to the meat of my breast, she stands up to her full height and steps back under the spray of the shower.
The loss of her body heat has a disappointed frown tipping my lips, which causes a devilish smirk to appear on hers.
“Let me wash you before I make you dirty again.”
Chapter 21
Juniper’s poutmakes me want to kiss her all over again, but I don’t want the shower to run out of hot water.
Gently gripping her wrist, I tug her under the spray of the water and let it saturate her hair again before pumping some shampoo onto my hands. I lather it up until it’s sudsy and gently massage her scalp. Once that’s rinsed, I comb the conditioner through her ends, letting it sit while I soap up a washcloth.
As I run it slowly over her body, goose bumps erupt over her tanned skin. I like knowing how much my touch affects her. I raise her arms, making sure to get every inch of skin I can, then I kneel to do the lower half of her body. With my face level with her mound, I place a gentle kiss against it.
After rinsing off the soap and conditioner, she wordlessly moves me under the shower head and mirrors what I did for her. I have to bend down so she can reach the top of my head, which puts us almost eye level. Her face is flushed, and I know some of the redness is from being in the shower, but I think it’s mostly the effect I have on her.
Does she know she affects me, too? That having her run herhands through my hair is making me fall even harder for her? I don’t remember the last time a romantic partner washed my hair. Sure, I’ve showered with people, but it wasn’t so…sensual.So intimate.
When she kneels to wash my legs, her face is level with my pussy. She looks up at me through her lashes, the picture of innocence as she leans in and flicks her tongue against my clit.
“Juniper,” I warn.
