“You don’t have to ask, Thorne,” I tell him. “You can touch me any time you want to.”
I take his right hand in both of mine and press his palm against the top of my chest, draw it down to my breasts, encouraging him to squeeze. At first he’s a little tentative, but when he sees what his actions are doing to me, he brings his other hand to my breasts too, and then he’s squeezing and massaging with more force and more urgency.
I step closer to him, grinding against him, and his hands fall from my breasts over my waist and down to squeeze my ass.
“Your ass is so…” He groans.
I take the globes of his ass cheeks in my hands too and squeeze him back. It makes him chuckle and the noise is so good, I wish I could bottle it all up.
Then we’re kissing like it’s the most natural, normal thing in the world, like we haven’t been forced to resist this for weeks and weeks and weeks. I kiss him like I’m carefree, like I have no worries, no impending doom looming over me. I kiss him like it’s the first time. Itfeelslike the first time. It feels so incredibly special to hold this man in my arms.
Before I realize it, he’s walking me backward, and I find myself pressed against the cold tiles of the shower cubicle with warm, hot water cascading down onto our heads. I squeal.
“I’m still wearing my underwear, Thorne. And so are you.”
“Oh,” he says, like he hadn’t realized.
“Do you always shower in your underwear?”
“No,” he says.
I push him slightly away from me, reach around and unhook my bra, and then slowly – never taking my eyes from his – I let it drop away from my chest and down my arms to the tiles on thefloor. Then I hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slide those down my legs, still holding his dark gaze. I stand back up, letting the water cascade over my skin.
He holds my gaze for a moment longer, and then it’s skating down my body, taking me all in.
“You’re so beautiful, Briony,” he murmurs.
I point to his boxers, wet and clinging around his erection. “You’re still wearing yours,” I point out.
He nods, swallows, and then yanks them down his legs. Immediately his cock springs out and up. It’s big – really big – just like the rest of the man. I guess I should have been expecting it, but it’s still a little surprising.
I take a step toward him, reaching out to take him in my hand, but he shakes his head.
“Shower first, Briony.”
I make a frustrated, disgruntled little noise, but he takes no notice of me.
He turns me around and massages shampoo into my hair, digging his fingers into my scalp and rubbing away all the tension and worry I didn’t even realize was lingering there. When he’s done, he washes all the bubbles away, and then he’s lathering the soap between his giant palms and taking his time to wash every inch of my body – from my belly button, to my armpits, to the rivets between my toes.
It feels divine, the combination of the hot water and his careful hands, the scent of the soap behind it, and him, something altogether more masculine.
When I’m impossibly clean, I motion him forward and return the favor. Sweeping the soap over his chest and stomach first, then walking around him to do his shoulders, his back, spending as much time as he’ll let me on his ass, and then walking back around again.
My hands hover before his cock. I glance up at him.
This time he nods.
Chapter Nineteen
Thorne
The moment Briony wraps her hands around my cock is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before in my lifetime. Her hands are warm and tender, her grip firm, the expression on her face eager. It’s everything I’ve been dreaming of, everything I’ve been wanting, everything I’ve been craving with every cell of my body and every drop of my magic.
I groan – a truly guttural, raw sound that I just can’t help – and then she’s sliding her fist up my long cock, twisting when she reaches my cockhead, and sliding back down to my base. It sends a thousand shivers of ecstasy racing across my skin and through my core. My eyes flutter shut and I stumble forward, bracing my arm against the tiled wall behind her. The water cascades from the shower-head, pattering onto our heads and sliding down our bodies, making her skin slick and shiny in the dim light.
She pumps my cock and my toes curl, my fingers ball into fists, and every nerve in my body is alive and sizzling.
“Nini,” I murmur, the sound this time so needy I barely recognize my own voice. “Oh, Nini,” I moan.
