“That loss of control was in the throes of desire, Tam. That’s a sign of deep passion. Nothing turns me on more than watching a woman reach her peak and to know that I was responsible. You held nothing back despite your innocence. It can only get better.”
Her stomach spasmed with those wonderful shards of pleasure at his words. “Really?”
He nodded slowly. “It’s a sexy as fuck.”
She smiled. She’d never heard him curse, but in the past few days he’d said that word a couple of times. For some reason it was quite profound at that moment. “Such language. Mr. Hartley, you are surprising me as well,” she teased.
A small smile pulled at his mouth. He stared at her for a moment, nodded, and moved off her. “Come.” He stood up and held his hand out.
“Where are we going?”
“To shower. I’m going to soap up that gorgeous body of yours, and make you all vulnerable again.”
“In the shower?”
“Well, unless you’re into bathtubs, but it’s not so easy in there. Too much friction.”
“Oh my God!” she burst into laughter unable to help herself.
For the next half an hour, he did just what he said he was going to do. He soaped her up, pausing to kiss her passionately every few minutes, while moving his hands tantalizing all over her body, exploring every inch of her. Tammy never felt so adored, so beautiful, before in her life, but he had an uncanny knack of making a woman feel like shewasa goddess. She was getting excited again, and so was he by the size of his erection.
“Turn around, and face the glass,” he bent and whispered huskily in her ear while moving her to the position.
Water streamed off of his hair, and down his tanned body mixing with soap suds making him look unbelievably seductive. She didn’t say anything, but obeyed. There was a built in tiled bench in that part of the shower and he’d moved her toward it. The water poured over them from three different shower nozzles. Between that and his hands, she felt like she was getting a full erotic body massage.
“Bend over. Flatten your hands on the tile of the seat.”
Her lips parted as rising excitement seemed to pulse from the pit of her stomach. She again did as he said. She knew that exposed her bottom half to his perusal. For some reason it didn’t bother her like she thought it should. The mystery of what he was going to do to her seemed to exhilarate her. She suddenly felt his hands moving over her bottom, down the tops of her thighs and back up to between her legs. She felt her knees weaken as his fingers probed for entrance again. She moaned, letting her head fall. She could see his strong masculine hair dusted legs behind hers. For some reason, that visual excited her.
“Jesus, Tam, you’re already wet for me. Do you have any idea how that arouses a man?”
She felt her loins actually throb with his words. She could have never fathomed that his deep voice could elicit that in her. She finally found it in herself to shake her head to answer his question. Words escaped her yet again. His voice was deep, and mixed with the streaming water seemed surreal. The atmosphere was charged with sexual anticipation.
She felt him then. His hands moved over her bottom as he slid into her. It was slow, deliberate, and she gasped. He was deep, deeper than before, and she was still sensitive. He took it slow seeming to know she was tender, but never taking it to the point to make that tenderness hurt. Then her body began to respond, and he recognized it immediately. She didn’t know what it was that indicated to it, but she wanted more and he gave in. His hands gripped her hips and he moved hard. She arched her back and did her best not to let her knees give out. She heard herself shout, while he released a deep throaty groan of satisfaction. Then he pulled out, gripped her sides to lift her and turn her to face him so he could kiss her again. His arms moved around her and held her tight to his hard body. She never wanted this to end. She could have stood there forever with his wet warm flesh pressed against hers.
Finally he released her and turned off the shower. Then he took his time drying her off, inch by inch while she stood there trying to do her best not to cover herself.
“You’ll get used to your nakedness in front of me, Tammy,” he murmured as he moved the towel over her legs. “You have nothing to be ashamed about.”
“You don’t, you mean.”
He looked up at her. “Neither do you, trust me,” he said with conviction.
She felt heat rise to her cheeks at the compliment. She really should. He should know what he was talking about. She just felt insecure about being compared his other lovers. She’d seen some of them. They were beautiful.
Finally he handed her his robe and went to his dressing room. He came back wearing a pair of dark grey cotton pajama bottoms leaving his top bare. Her eyes went down his body. They hung off his sculptured hips purposely tantalizing her. The soreness between her legs pulsed. It felt strangely good, yet painful at the same time. What did he do to her?
He gave her a slotted look. “I’m seriously spent Tammy. You shouldn’t be looking at a man like that.”
Her eyes went to his and she blushed. “Maybe you shouldn’t dress so seductively around me then.”
“Seductive?” He laughed and looked down at his pants like he’d thrown on some old thing.
Yeah right, he looked like a complete hobo.
He smiled and held out his hand. “Come, I should feed you. I think you’re hungry after that.”
“I think I am.”
