So, I don’t explain. Instead, I stand on my tiptoes, lean forward, and kiss him.
It’s not a soft, exploratory kiss like last time. This kiss tells him everything I want to say but can’t bring myself to admit. All the pent up passion, tension, and desire ignite the moment my lips meet his.
In an instant, his arms tighten around my waist as he kisses me back with just as much fervor. No holding back, no hesitation.
My breath is stolen from my lungs as he takes slow steps forward, pushing me until I’m backed up against the wall. My lips part slightly, and his tongue tangles with mine as he claims me.
When his body presses against mine, it’s impossible to ignore the hard bulge straining against his pants.
His voice is strained and husky when he says, “We shouldn’t do this.”
“I know,” I whisper, “but I want to anyway.”
He looks conflicted for a moment before saying, "I should probably go take a shower."
Rejection sinks like a stone in my stomach, but before the feeling can settle, he adds, “Would you like to join me?”
I don’t even think before I answer, “Yes.”
He takes my hand, leading me through his bedroom and into the attached bathroom. It’s decently sized, with a simple black-and-white color scheme. I shut the door behind me as Ambrose turns the shower on, and my heart skips a beat when he approaches me.
It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this—anything remotely sexual that wasn’t a perfunctory way to appease my husband—but this feels anything but obligatory.
Ambrose stops a few inches away from me, and his fingers graze the hem of my shirt before slowly lifting it. I raise my arms so he can pull it off, and the cool air against my skin makes me acutely aware of every inch of exposed skin.
“So beautiful,” he whispers as he traces the curves of my hips with his fingertips. Goosebumps rise on my arms, and I fidget under his intense gaze.
He takes his time undressing me with slow, deliberate movements. Every touch sparks against my skin, and once I’m naked from the waist up, he sinks to his knees, kissing down my stomach until he can’t go any further without fabric in the way. He hooks his fingers over the waistband of my sweatpants and slips them down my legs, until I’m standing completely bare before him.
Desire and anxiety coil together in my chest as his eyes rake over my naked body from where he sits on his knees, and his hands slowly glide up my legs, over my hips, and up to my waist. His touch lingers on my skin even as he pulls his hands away.
He stands and steps back, watching me the entire time as he undresses himself.
God, he’s beautiful. Every inch of skin he exposes is more perfect than the last, and when he steps out of his pants after they’ve fallen to the ground, I allow myself the same pleasure of taking in the vision of him fully nude. The evidence of his hard work outdoors shows in the lean muscles straining against his skin.
He takes my hand again, leading me into the shower. The water is warm, the steam rising in around us like a thick fog that shrouds us from reality.
We stand beneath the stream of water, and I watch as rivulets snake down his body while reveling in the heat. I justtook a shower a few hours ago, but there’s something so comforting about the feeling of hot water cascading over me, and something irresistibly enticing about joining Ambrose.
He lathers his hands with soap before he turns me around and cups my shoulders. He massages my back in slow circles, digging his thumbs into the tense muscles and making me bite back the sounds threatening to pass my lips. He takes his time kneading the knots in my shoulders and back until I can hardly stand. The sensation is overwhelming in the best way, with the lack of sleep weighing me down and the tension leaving my body until my limbs are loose and limp. I could almost fall asleep right here, but my need for him overshadows everything else.
His hands shift, and he slides them across my skin, down my back, around my hips, and up my stomach. His fingertips trail over my skin, and I hold my breath until he reaches my breasts. He cups them, using his thumb to flick over my nipples until they’re peaked and sensitive. I arch my back into him, letting out a soft moan as he repeats the movement over and over again. Tension builds in my core, and just when I’m close to begging for more, his right hand trails lower, skimming over my stomach again before slipping between my thighs.
His fingers press against my clit with firm, circular motions, and I cry out as I reach forward to steady myself against the wall, though my slight bend forces my ass backward and against his hard cock. Not that I mind. I want him so badly it hurts.
The tension inside me winds tighter with every pass of his fingers, my skin flushed and my breathing shallow.
I whimper when he threads his fingers through my hair and tugs, forcing my head back as the hot water cascades down my back.
With one hand gripping my hair and the other working between my legs, his touch is relentless. Pleasure consumes me as I spiral toward my orgasm. I’ve never been touched like this, never been claimed with a mixture of such possession and care. Andfuck, it feels good.
Every nerve in my body is on fire, and I nearly collapse when my orgasm wracks my body, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me. My muscles tighten with the intense pleasure overwhelming my senses, and Ambrose’s fingers work my clit until I’m a breathless, whimpering mess.
My legs shake when he finally pulls his hand away, and he gently spins me and grips my waist to hold me upright as I come down from the high. Ambrose presses his lips against my shoulder with a tenderness that makes me want to collapse in his arms and never let go. I press myself against him, laying my head against his chest while he strokes my wet hair. Steam from the hot water envelops us, and in this moment, we’re in our own little world where nothing can break us.
I could almost fall asleep right here with the exhaustion from the day pressing down on me, but his erection is impossible to ignore…
Reaching between us, I hesitantly trail my fingers over his stomach before wrapping them around the base of his cock.
