If it’d make him touch me where I needed him to, I’d call him anything he wanted. “Daddy, please. I need more.”
“I agree. We need so much more soap. You’re just filthy, baby. And so much of you still to wash.” He reached behind him and grabbed the soap before lathering up again.
I whined in the back of my throat. “Not more soap. More of you. Touch me, Daddy. Please.”
“I am, baby girl.” His hand moved over my chest, lingering on my nipples to pluck and tease me more, before moving down my torso and skipping over my sex to wash my thighs and knees. “Can’t you feel me?”
“No, Daddy. Please!” I couldn’t even form words. I was so full of aching need and frustration. I arched in his arms, rubbing my breasts against his chest as I tried and failed to find some friction for my aching sex. He dodged my every attempt to trap his leg between my thighs.
“Almost done.” He picked up the shower wand and quickly rinsed his hands before running the water all over me. “Now, turn, so I can rinse that conditioner out of your hair.”
I thought about wrestling him for the wand so I could use it where I really needed it, but I knew I wouldn’t win. Apparently this morning was about driving me crazy.
I pouted as I turned so my back was facing him and closed my eyes as the water washed over my head. So warm, it would’ve been relaxing but for this aching need thrumming between my thighs.
His free hand rubbed through my hair, getting all the conditioner rinsed out. He moved me slightly and ran the water down my body, over my breasts. He passed the wand over them again and again.
And then he moved lower.
I whined as he petted my needy sex with one hand while he did something to the wand with his other.
And then I felt it.
All the force of the wand against my aching clit.
I juddered in his arms, my whole body went taut, and I clawed at the arm now banded around my waist while he teased me with the wand in his other hand.
I couldn’t—I didn’t—
I screamed as I went over the edge.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body. I would’ve gone down but for his arm around me. His steady body behind me held me up as mine shook and quaked until I had to finally turn away from the now harsh sensation of the wand’s stream.
I was dimly aware of Mal turning off the water and hanging up the shower wand, but all I could focus on was staying upright as aftershocks shook me. Any time Mal touched me, another one wracked my body. When my nipples brushed against him, another one hit. When the towel he wrapped around me rasped against my clit, another one shook me.
It felt like my entire body was just one tender nerve ending.
It was amazing and agonizing all at once.
“Good?” Mal asked as he rubbed the excess water out of his hair.
I shook my head slightly, and his eyes darkened. “Amazing.”
He smirked. “Good.”
He grabbed a towel and moved to wrap it around his hips when I noticed he was still erect.
That whole experience had been about me. I hadn’t touched him. I hadn’t kissed him. I’d done absolutely nothing to reciprocate.
Like hell was that the way our morning was going to end.
I knocked the towel out of his hand, letting it fall to the wet shower floor, before tossing mine down on top of it.
“What…?” His question ended in a groan as I fell to my knees at his feet on top of the towels and grasped his cock in my hand. “Fuck. I really should tell you that you don’t need to, but I can’t. I really, really need to come. Once is nowhere enough with you.”
It was my turn to smirk as I ran my hand up and down his cock while Mal’s groans echoed around us. His fingers tunneled into my hair, but he didn’t pull or guide me. It was more like he needed help to stay standing.
I felt so powerful on my knees in front of him. I was the one making him groan. I was the one teasing him now. I was the one controlling things between us.
