When it’s done, I pull her up into my arms and hold her close. “Thank you,” I mutter, and it doesn’t seem like enough.
“Mmm,” she says, reaching for the shower gel. She squeezes some into her palm and starts to wash my neck and shoulders.
She takes her time, working her way across my chest, then stepping around to do my back. Any tension left in my body dissolves under her clever fingers.
But when she steps back in front of me to work down my abs, the tension grows again. I need to slow this down.
“Your turn,” I say hoarsely, taking a step back and reaching for the shower gel. I skate my fingers along her collarbones, marveling at how delicate they feel compared to my own.
Her bones are perfection. She is perfection.
I work down her arms, taking particular care around the scar from her fall off the bike. It’s healing beautifully, a pale pink line, and I bet in a couple of months it’ll hardly be visible.
I move back up to cup her breasts, loving their weight in my hands. I can’t hear her sigh over the noise of the water, but I feel it in the movement of her chest. I take my time here, caressing and teasing her nipples before moving down.
My hand slips between her legs, feeling the impossibly smooth skin of her inner thighs. And then I move up, exploring slick, slippery folds.
Ally shudders when my thumb brushes her clit, and I feel her slip backward. On instinct, my other hand reaches out to pull her toward me, and I hold her against me for a second.
The small part of my brain that’s still thinking realizes we should get out of the shower. I want Ally to be able to let go, but Idon’t trust myself to catch her if she slips again. I’m on the verge of losing control myself.
I reach for the panel on the wall to turn off the shower. Ally looks confused when the water stops, and I take her hand.
“Bed,” I say simply, leading her out of the shower.
“Drew!” she protests, as I walk toward my bedroom. “We’re soaking wet.”
“Yeah.” I can’t hide a grin of satisfaction as I remember how slick she felt between her legs. There’s no way that was all from the shower gel.
“Drew!” she says again, and I know she guessed where my mind went. “Your bed?—”
I pause to grab a towel as we leave the bathroom, and Ally follows with a laugh. I yank the duvet off the bed and throw the towel on top of the sheet, then Ally and I fall on top of it. Within seconds, we’ve rolled off the towel, but I don’t care. I’m lying on top of Ally with my thigh between her legs, and she’s making little breathy sounds.
“Please, Drew. I need?—”
I lever myself onto my forearms and move down her body, pausing to lick around her belly button.
“Please,” Ally whimpers. “Drew, please?—”
I move to the end of the bed and kneel between her legs, then lean down and bury my face in her. I inhale her—she smells like musk and sex and Ally—then lick my way up to her clit. My hands are braced on her thighs, and I feel her shiver with pleasure as I suck her senseless. And I know the second her orgasm hits, ripping through her in a beautiful, chaotic wave.
She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
When she finally relaxes, I stretch out next to her and stroke her stomach. “Can I ride you?”
Her lips curve in a satisfied smile. “Yes.”
I’m so desperate to get inside her that I almost forget the condom. I grab one from the nightstand and fumble with the wrapper, then finally manage to roll it on.
And Ally takes me perfectly. She’s swollen and wet, impossibly tight, and I’ve never felt anything better than this. I close my eyes and let myself go, hard and fast and frantic, and Ally matches my rhythm. Her fingernails bite into my back and she shudders, and I know she’s close again.
She cries out my name, and I feel her inner walls pulsing around me. It sets me off and I come with her, harder than ever before.
I collapse on top of her and roll to the side so I won’t crush her.
“The sheets are damp,” Ally says a little while later. “We should take them off, or the mattress will get wet. If it isn’t already.”
“Yeah,” I agree, but I don’t move. The mattress is replaceable.
