His fingers traveled lower to delve between her thighs. She flinched, and his touch instantly gentled.
“Sore?” he questioned.
“In the best possible way.”
He gave her that cute, lopsided smile and continued, his hands running over her skin quickly and methodically. When she was sparkling clean, she took the bar of soap from him, using it on his front first.
Like him, she was efficient and brisk, though he gasped when she ran her lathered hand over his cock and balls. She pushed at his side, having him turn around so she could work on his back.
Akira sank to her knees, the better to appreciate the view. “I love your ass,” she murmured, focused on her chore. These sorts of compliments could be uttered tonight.
He huffed out a laugh. “So you’ve said. Um. Thanks.”
She ran her hand over the swell of his firm buttocks. “Hasn’t anyone but me ever told you how glorious your ass is? I assure you, you were being checked out tonight.”
“No. It’s never come up in polite conversation.”
She tapped him with the flat of her palm, loving the way the tight muscle didn’t budge. He made a muffled sound but didn’t stop her.
Unable to resist, she leaned forward and bit one cheek. This time, the noise he made was louder, half aroused and half disbelieving. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Your ass is so bitable.”
She did it again, her hand smoothing over his hip to find his cock thick and hungry. She wrapped her fist around him and jacked him lazily until he was fully erect, nipping at him when he attempted to get away.
He gave a groan and pivoted. She looked up the expanse of his body, loving the massive muscles of his belly and chest. His eyes were dark as he studied her. A trickle of water ran over her cheek, and she licked it away.
He shook his head, reaching past her to turn off the shower. “Bed.”
Her hair lay wet on her back. The steam kept them warm for the moment, but that would fade. Still, she was too impatient for the short walk back to her bed. “Or here.”
Large hands grasped her arms. She wasn’t accustomed to being manhandled, but Jacob lifted her easily until her toes dangled off the tile. He touched his nose to hers. “The next time I get inside of you,” he said deliberately, “I plan on being there for a long, long time.”
She licked her lips. “Bed it is then.”
Though he had her agreement, he clearly wasn’t taking chances. She gave a shrieked laugh as he hauled her up in his arms and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t get away.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“So you say.” Wet skin slid across wet skin. He grabbed a towel from the towel rack and rubbed it over himself halfheartedly before running it over her ass. He dropped the towel on the bathroom floor as he walked out, and slipped his palm over her bottom.
“And you say my butt is spectacular.” His hand came down on her ass, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to warm. She gave a yelp that was abruptly cut off when his hand lingered, stroking the red mark he had left behind. “You like that?”
She wanted to smile but controlled it, fearful he would see it and think she was laughing at him. There was a hint of pleading in his question. He was hoping beyond hope that she liked his palm smacking her, because he clearly liked it very much.
She stretched her hands down over his back and scraped her fingernails over his ass, which clenched in reaction. “I adore it,” she purred.
The room spun around her as he tossed her on the bed, and then he was there, a couple hundred pounds of aroused male bending over her, bracketing her smaller body. “Really?”
“Really.” She drew her leg up, sliding it over his muscular thigh. “Would you like to do it again?”
Small white lines formed around his mouth. “Yes.”
She craned up, touching her nose to his. “How many times have you jerked off, thinking of spanking my ass?”
A shudder ran through him. “Too many.”
