“I’m going to tell you right now: I’ve never—not in my whole life—seen anything like you.”
“I want to be able to say the same thing.” She pointed at my sweats. Those and my boxer briefs were the only things I had on since I was barefoot. “Take them off. Or I’ll be happy to take them off for you.”
I pressed my hands into the top of the dresser. “Be my guest.”
She closed the distance between us and gently traced down my chest, holding my gaze the entire time, and when she reached my sweatpants, she didn’t pull straight down. She gripped the waist, along with the elastic ofmy boxer briefs, and held them out just wide enough to release my hard-on, and then the layers of fabric fell.
“Jesus Christ,” she gasped as I lifted my feet from the holes. “I’ve officially seen a god.” She took a step back, worshipping me the same way I’d done to her. “Ravish me. Please. Right now. I don’t think I can wait another second.”
My smile was coming on hard. “We think alike.”
I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the door. I unlocked it before I walked her into the en suite, where I set her on the bench inside the shower so I could turn on each of the showerheads. There were many—several overhead, some on the sides, one that even shot up from the floor. When they all reached the temperature I wanted, I led her toward the middle of the large walk-in. Once we were both wet, I squirted some soap into my hand, and I rubbed it across my chest and down my abs.
“I envisioned this all wrong.” She gathered some of the bubbles from my pecs, so when she surrounded my cock, it felt like a cloud of warmth and pressure. A combination that made me hiss. “All I pictured was muscle. I had no idea what this”—she pumped me—“was going to look like. If I’d known, damn ...”
I knew what hung between my legs was impressive as hell. I didn’t need to be told.
But I was tempted to hear it in her voice.
“And?” I challenged.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but Gavin, I’m in love.”
I laughed, pulling her closer, burying my face in her neck. “It’s all yours tonight.”
“Even in here? You unlocked the door. I wasn’t sure how that was going to work ...”
I added more soap to my palm, and while I kissed across her collarbone, I massaged her back, gradually moving to her ass, gripping it with both hands. The way her cheeks dipped, the way they rounded out—this part of her alone could own me.
My dick arched forward and pressed against her stomach.
I just wanted a taste.
But it wasn’t time for that yet.
I slid around her hips and went to her tits, grazing my thumbs across her nipples, earning myself several moans before I lowered to her pussy. I clasped the back of her neck, tilting her face up at me, my lips hovering over hers, while I rubbed her clit.
“Gavin”—she drew in air, a noise that sounded like a gasp—“ah!”
“You wanted a shower to see me covered in soap. Which you got. But now it’s my turn to get what I want.”
Each pant ended in a small moan. “Which is?”
I gave her a hard, sharp kiss, and when I finally tore my mouth away, I got on my knees, spreading her legs to get her in a position where my mouth could fit. “Licking your cunt.”
She gawked at me.
“You’ve got to keep an eye on the entrance of the bathroom. If you see Ben, you have to stop me.”
“But the walls of the shower are already steaming up. It’s going to be hard to see him if he walks in or ... to concentrate on anything while you’re down there.”
“Then you better come. Fast.”
Once the last word left my mouth, I focused solely on her pussy. For the first few moments, I rubbed my nose over her flesh, inhaling her warm, incredible scent, getting familiar and intimate with this part of her body. Something I could do all fucking night long. But given that time could possibly be against me, I dragged my tongue to her clit and flicked it from bottom to top.
“You feel . . . so good.”
After every swipe, I could feel her moans. Not just in my ears—they were vibrating through her and landing on my tongue. Each one was getting louder.
