I was very glad my cottage renovations had turned two small bedrooms into a large master suite. The bathroom was a work of art—even if I did say so myself. I designed it with the help of a friend of my father’s and did a lot of the work myself. The dark-wood vanity worked nicely with the ivory marble sink and shower stall. I liked the dual showerheads and the built-in bench at one end the best. So much could be done with that bench.
I pulled Jeremy into the bathroom and kissed him long and hard before quickly starting the shower. “Naked. I’ll be right back.”
I hurried back into my bedroom, shucked my workout clothes, and grabbed condoms and a bottle of lube from my nightstand drawer. When I returned to the bathroom, Jeremy was stripped down to just a pair of tight black briefs that cupped his glorious ass and barely contained his straining erection. I dropped the lube and condoms on the sink and wrapped myself around him, fitting my hard cock in his crease. I kept one arm wrapped around his chest while I slid my other hand down to cup his cock and balls. “I want inside you so bad,” I growled. “Is that okay with you?”
“Oh God, yes,” he gasped as he pushed back against my rigid length. I slid my hands inside his briefs and pulled them down and off so I could wrap my hand around his dick. He moaned, and his head fell back against my shoulder. “Sean. Please.”
“Hmm,” I hummed in his ear. I ran my hand up his length, rubbing my thumb over his leaking tip. “You’re already wet for me.” With one last squeeze of his cock, I grabbed the lube and condom, took his hand, and led him into the shower stall.
Both of us groaned with pleasure as we stepped under the warm spray. I put the lube and condoms on the built-in corner shelf and grabbed my bottle of body wash. I poured a generous amount into my hand. He took the bottle from me and did the same.
Jeremy smiled. “I haven’t done this in ages.” He ran his soapy hands over my chest. “God, you have a beautiful body. I could spend hours just looking at you.”
“Same,” I murmured in his ear. I ran my hands down his back, letting my fingers dip into his crease. “Except I’m going to touch you.” I dragged my teeth over one of his nipples. “Taste you.” I backed him up against the smooth tiles. “Fuck you.”
Jeremy put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. He placed his mouth over mine and punctuated each kiss with, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Our groans echoed off the marble tiles as his long, slender fingers wrapped around our cocks. I thrust into his hand, the wet friction getting me harder than I thought possible. His fingers pressed with just the right amount of pressure, and it didn’t take long before I had to step back, or fucking wasn’t going to happen. “Damn, you’re good at that.”
He smirked and raised his hands, wiggling his fingers. “Piano fingers.”
I cupped his ass cheeks. “I have some fingers for you.” I took him by the shoulders and turned him to face the ivory marble tiles. I entwined our fingers and brought both our hands to the cool wall. “Don’t move them,” I said as I untangled my fingers from his. I heard his breath hitch and felt his body shudder at my command.
I pressed against his back, allowing my erection to poke into his crease. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Jeremy’s body went rigid. I went completely still. “Jeremy? Are you all right? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
He shook his head, and I took a step back. He quickly turned to face me. “No, please. I want to,” he said urgently. “It’s just”—he paused and swallowed hard—“it’s been a long time. I just need to take it a little slow at first.”
I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly. I suspected there was more to this than he was telling me, but he was placing his trust in me. “Baby, I’m going to make this so good for you.”
Jeremy smiled at me and tucked a lock of my wet hair behind my ear. The spray from the shower glistened on the tips of his dark eyelashes. “I know you will.” Then he turned around and put his hands back on the wall. I ran my hands up his chest and tweaked his nipples. He moaned, and I saw his cock twitch. “You like that?”
He nodded. I added a little twist that elicited a gasp from him and caused him to lean back into me. My hands traveled down the front of his body, pressing into his smooth skin, following his treasure trail to his engorged cock. My thumb swirled over the deep-red head, and I ran my fingers down his shaft to his balls, cupping them and squeezing lightly.
“Sean, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
I smiled as I kissed the back of his neck. “Baby, I’m going to make you feel so good,” I said, dropping to my knees behind him.
TWELVE
JEREMY
I saw Sean go to his knees in my periphery. “What…?” A moment later, I felt his hands part my ass cheeks and his tongue lave my hole. Nerve endings I never knew existed lit up and my knees nearly buckled as waves of pleasure washed over me. “Oh God,” I gasped. “That’s…I’ve never…” Then all I could do was hang on to the wall as best I could while Sean worked magic with his tongue.
The shower stall filled with the obscene sounds of him licking and sucking at my entrance and me moaning and begging him to never stop. I knew what rimming was in theory, but the reality was light years away from anything I had imagined.
When I felt his tongue stiffen and enter my opening, I thought I would come right then. When his finger joined his tongue, I cried out a warning, “I’m close.”
Sean pulled away and rose, drawing me back against his chest. His rock-hard dick nestled in my crease. “We can’t have that—not until I’m buried deep inside this fine ass.”
He reached over to the corner shelf and got the bottle of lube. “You’re going to feel so good around my cock.” I heard the click of the cap and soon felt Sean’s slick finger tap my entrance. I moaned as it slipped inside to get me ready to take his cock.
One finger became two and then three, and by then, I was fucking his fingers, desperate to feel his hard length driving into me. “Sean, fuck me. Please. I’m ready.”
He reached over to the corner shelf again. I heard the sound of foil tearing and another click of the lube bottle, and then finally, blessedly, the blunt tip of his cock nudged my entrance. He wrapped one arm around my chest and held my hip with the other hand. “We’ll take it nice and slow until you say otherwise.”
I can’t say that what came out of my mouth in response was intelligible, but he got the picture. The stretch and burn as he entered me were both foreign and familiar. It had been a long time, but I couldn’t remember my other lovers ever taking such care with me. I let out a long, low groan as he filled me, and I pushed back against him. “More. That’s so good.”
When he finally bottomed out, he stopped, letting me adjust to him. His voice was strained when he asked, “You okay?”
