“Understood,” he said, reaching for the shower gel. “I want to relax you a bit, then I’ll get to work.”
I couldn’t stop the goofy grin I knew I was wearing as I watched him lather the soap in his hands, then begin to wash me. Running his hands over my shoulders, down my arms and abs, to my cock, he massaged my balls and cock before turning me around. He started all over at my shoulders, kneading the muscles in my arms before slipping his fingers between my crevice.
“Spread your legs, love,” he whispered.
Complying, I did as he asked while he ran soapy hands over my hole and down to my taint.
Clinging to the wall, my dick throbbed and was impossibly hard as his hands moved down my legs, then back up to squeeze my cheeks.
“Baby, you’re killing me.”
I was desperate, so I instinctively pushed back for more.
“Fingers, inside me. Please,” I begged. “I need you.”
“We’re getting there, love. Be a little more patient and I’ll get you there.”
A change in sensation came when the spray of warm water flowed over my shoulder and down my body, rinsing the soapaway. When he got to my ass, he spread my cheeks the best he could with one hand, until I reached back to help.
“I love how you help without me asking.”
He rewarded me with the tingling spray against my sensitive skin. Moaning, I pressed back then found the delicious press of my cock against the slick tiled wall.
“Oh, no. None of that. I’m the one who’s going to make you shoot.”
Changing the spray to a stream, he softened the muscles around my hole with the pulsing jet that both electrified and made me crave more.
“Baby,” I moaned, unable to find any other words. It was erotic and brought me close to the edge.
“Not yet.” The feel of warm breath against my skin sent new ripples through me.
The water disappeared when he stood. All sensation disappeared, except for my pulsing erection, until he ran his tongue down my spine, his soft beard leading the way until he stopped on my hole.
Obscene noises that made me desperate escaped him as he devoured my hole. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my legs shook. Colin reached up through my legs to point my cock down.
As he licked me furiously, his fingers ran over the head of my cock, playing with the nerves that made me shiver.
“Colin,” I warned.
He understood my desperation, then stood to run his slick head over my hole.
“I want to slide into you with just my pre-cum, but it won’t be enough.”
Stepping back, my ears picked up the sound of a bottle opening, and when he pressed his cock between my cheeks, it was cool and slippery.
“Press your hands to the wall, and step back for me, love.”
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed, complying.
Colin put his left hand over mine, then laced our fingers. I caught sight of the ring on his finger. My ring. He was mine, and I was his. No one, nor any distance, would ever separate us again.
Pulling our clasped hands off the wall, I brought them to my chest, over my thumping heart.
“This is yours,” I said. “Take me.”
Colin leaned around and took my mouth as he buried himself inside me. We kissed hungrily as my husband-to-be took me and made me his. Nothing between us, not even air.
It had been almost a week since we’d been together, and I was desperate for him. I never wanted this euphoric feeling to end. And when I remembered it never would, I let myself go.
