The vibration from his mouth is all it takes. I shatter, releasing everything inside me, my body trembling as the pleasure crashes through me. When it fades, I feel spent, like I could sleep for days, but I want to return the favor. Before he can move us back under the water, I grab his arms and turn him, pressing him against the wall.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“Returning the favor.” I smirk.
“How are you going to do that?” he asks, breathlessly.
“Well, I’m thinking about doing this.”
I start kissing his chest, trailing my mouth down his body until I sink to my knees in front of him.
“Tell me what you’re going to do down there,” he says.
I don’t answer with words. I start by wrapping my mouth around his hard cock,taking in every inch. I look up and our eyes lock.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I suck him harder, sliding over him slow and deep, refusing to rush a single stroke. Mateo’s hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer as he guides me down on him, my eyes burning as tears gather, my body straining to take everything he gives me.
“I’m going to come. You better fucking swallow all of it,” he grits through clenched teeth.
I go faster, taking him deeper, until I feel him pulse and warmth fills my throat. He pulls free from my mouth and tips my chin up, forcing my gaze to his.
“Swallow,” he says, sternly.
I do, one hard gulp.
“Good girl.”
He hauls me to my feet, kisses me hard, then turns me back under the stream of water. He grabs the body wash from the shelf, mine, and a washcloth. The lavender scent fills the air as he glides it slowly over my body.
“So, this is where the smell comes from?” Mateo whispers.
I hum in response. He keeps moving the washcloth over my body, slow and thorough. When he’s done, he reaches for the shampoo—mine. I’m still trying to figure out when he managed to move all of this in here. It must have been while I was sleeping.
“When did you put these in here?” I ask softly.
“I saw them at your place,” he says. “I had some delivered here to make sure they were waiting for you.”
“I didn’t think you’d notice that.”
“I notice a lot when it comes to you.”
By the time he finishes washing my hair, it’s my turn to wash him. I reach for his body wash, the same pine scent he always carries, the one I recognize every time I’m near him. I work it over his skin in silence, focusing hard on the task so I don’t get too aroused doing this.
When we step out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body while Mateo walks toward his closet. I linger in the bathroom doorway.
“Vanessa?” he calls from the walk-in closet.
“Yeah.”
Peeking his head out of the closet, he says, “Come here.”
I walk over and stop in the doorway, gripping the towel to my chest. He steps toward me, already in a pair of navy slacks, and pulls the towel from my body.
“Here. Put this on.” He hands me a white button-down shirt. I take it and slip it over my head, watching as he pulls on a crisp white shirt and a navy blue tie. He finishes with socks and black dress shoes, then walks back to me, smiling softly as he presses a kiss to my forehead before heading to his dresser to grab his watch.
I watch him intently as he moves around his space, getting ready for the day.
