Sierra
“Seth? You in here?” Logan calls when we arrive back at their house.
Silence greets us.
“We’re golden,” he says, and swoops down for a kiss. His tongue explores my mouth leisurely, and I sway toward him. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he murmurs against my lips.
I lead him by the hand to the bathroom. “I was thinking about this on the way,” I say playfully. “We’re not just being professional sharing a shower, we’re being conservationists as well. Arizona is in a thirty-year drought, after all.”
“I’m glad we’re doing the responsible thing,” he says, watching me with hooded eyes as I shimmy out of my clothing. He reaches past me to warm up the water, then strips off all his clothing too.
I let myself look at him this time. His body is magnificent. The muscles of his shoulders, the well-formed arms, thedusting of brown hair on his powerful chest. The second dusting of hair starts at the bottom of his well-defined abs and trails downward. His legs are brawny and powerful.
And of course, it would be rude not to notice what has already risen to greet me. Cocks aren’t supposed to be beautiful, but his is: thick, rose-colored, his veined shaft topped with a smooth, rounded tip.
It jerks up as I stare at it.Don’t worry,I’ll love on you soon,I promise it silently.
He holds out his hand in a “ladies-first” gesture, and I precede him into the shower. I scarcely turn back to face him before his arms are around me, our bodies crashing together. He grunts softly and sets a hand on the wall to steady himself as I climb him like a tree, swinging my legs around his hips and hoisting myself up. The warm water streams down around both of us, wetting down our skin and hair, and it feels magical and otherworldly and so, so erotic that I’m panting and trembling. I shift around, trying to line him up so I can impale myself on him.
“Slow down, baby. Let me wash you first,” he says as he gently untangles himself from me.
He squirts some body wash onto his hands, and the air is perfumed with the sea-salt scent I so love on him. It doesn’t quite smell the same as it does on his skin, but even still, my mouth waters at the thought of him bathing me in his scent.
His palms are gentle, worshipful, as he rubs the body wash in circular motions across my skin, soaping up around my shoulders, then down my arms. My skin lights up everywhere he touches me. My breasts are quivering, desperate to be touched, but he passes by them to wash my belly, and then my hips. He turns me around and kneads into my sore backmuscles, and I moan in pleasure. He retrieves my shampoo—good man, not using the inferior male-marketed stuff—and then gently massages the shampoo into my hair. It’s heavenly, and I lean back against him.
His body is cool to the touch, shivering, and covered in goosebumps. I turn up the water temperature and wrap my arms around him to warm him. “You see what I meant about shower sex?” I say as I drag both of us forward until we both just barely fit under the flow of water. “Too hot or too cold.”
“Worth it,” he says. “I’ll freeze my ass off anytime to do this.” He rubs his wet, slippery hands over my butt cheeks. “Let me finish.”
He kneels in front of me and lifts my leg onto his knee, opening me up for him. My face feels so hot as he gets a good look at everything between my thighs. He runs his soapy hands through my curls, gently cleans my folds, then cups water in his hands and rinses the soap off.
Then he leans forward and gives me a long, slow lick. My loud moan echoes throughout the shower.
Something in him seems to snap after that first taste. He lifts my leg onto his shoulder and dives in with almost obscene enthusiasm. He is sucking, licking, running his fingers up my inner thighs to pull my lips apart for deeper access. My fingers dig into his wet hair, trying to drag him to the spot I need him most, but he holds off, torturing me.
Before long, I am keening, sobbing, bucking against his face, desperate for climax. My skin is damp and feverish as my sweat mixes with the shower’s hot spray. He finally takes mercy on me and turns his attention to my poor, desperate clit. He licks it with such exquisite pressure that all I can do is moan pitifully as my pleasure rises and rises.
Then I reach the top. Guttural moans burst from my throat as sweet, almost painful pleasure detonates within me. My back arches, and my leg slips off his shoulder. I almost fall, but he catches me and pulls me against him, our skin damp and sticking. I cling to him, swaying, kissing sloppily against his mouth that tastes of the most intimate part of me.
I feel so dizzy, from the heat, from the incredible orgasm, that blackness starts to gather at the edges of my vision.
“I need to get out,” I murmur, trembling. “The heat…I think I’m going to faint.”
Logan is a man of action. He immediately shoves aside the shower curtain and carries me out of the shower. He sets me on the sink counter and quickly fetches me a glass of water. It’s cool and refreshing against my tongue. I gulp it down and hand it back to him to refill.
His hand tenderly pushes the wet hair out of my face. “You’re okay?”
“Just a little overheated.”
Logan, who was not under the hot spray, stands before me shivering slightly, skin pale.
“Shower sex is dumb,” I say with a shake of my head. “You’re freezing. Get back in, warm up, and wash yourself off. Then we’ll have sex in a bed like god intended.”
He laughs a little at that. “If you’re sure you’re okay? I’ll be quick.”
I drink water and watch, appreciating that Logan keeps the shower curtain open for my benefit. His eyes are dark and intense as he watches me watching him rub soap all over his body. He is such a beautiful man, my heart aches a little.
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