“Spoilsport,” she said, tilting her head back to rinse.As the suds washed away, she wondered how she could make Spencer feel as amazing as he’d just made her.
She glanced down to see the answer all but staring her in the face.She swung her wet hair over her shoulders, grabbed the soap, and bent down to wash his lower body.He kept himself well-groomed, and she ran a hand through his trimmed dark hair before taking him in her mouth.
He moaned before giving himself over to her.As she sucked and licked, she let her hands wander—rubbing his thighs, tracing his cum gutters, teasing his taint.Finally, in a moment of inspiration, she reached one hand back to clasp his ass and lightly press against his hole.
“Damn!”
“Good damn or bad damn?”she asked, echoing their first time and lifting her finger.
“Good.Do that again.”His eyes were wide, but his lips were curved up.She lowered her head and got back to it, pressing harder and leaning forward to take more of him.
A short time later, Spencer went rigid and started to pull away.“Getting close.”
Misty looked him in the eye.“Don’t hold back.You want to come on me?We’re in the shower, and it won’t make a mess.You want me to taste you...I’ll stay put.”
That seemed to be all he needed to go over the edge, because he pulled her closer and thrust a few more times before coming in her mouth.She held fast and swallowed around his cock.
Spencer had clearly enjoyed himself, but it had done all kinds of things to her to taste him like this, not to mention having him totally at her mercy after weeks of him being in charge.His eyes were still closed, and she reached down to rub her clit.She exhaled as a thrill washed over her along with the water.
****
Spencer barely heardthe water of the shower over the roar of blood in his ears.He and Misty had been having great sex over the past few weeks, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come that hard from head alone.As warm and welcoming as her mouth had been, and as skilled as she’d been with her hands, it was those intriguing possibilities that had sent him over the edge.
With trembling legs, he reached for the wall.“You knocked me off my feet.”
“That was terrible.”Her fond tone softened her words.
“No, really.I can barely stay standing.We should get out before someone gets hurt.”
“We should also get out because it’s starting to cool off.”She was right.The water was fine now but would get unpleasant if they stayed in much longer.Spencer was still dazed, so she reached back to turn off the water.
Getting out of the shower brought him back to his senses.He reached for the towel on the rack, but didn’t dry himself.Instead, he toweled Misty’s hair as gently as he could while still getting the worst of the water out.He took a firmer but tender touch on the rest of her, and she all but melted underneath his hands.
He paused at the apex of her thighs.“I feel bad.I didn’t do anything for you in there.”
“ButIdid.After you came, I...”She reached down and brushed a hand over herself, looking shy and sexy at the same time.
“I’m gonna have to see that sometime.”Not only did that sound hot as hell, but seeing how she got herself off would help him do it for her.
She flipped the towel around to dry him off, pausing slightly above his waist.“So you liked that before?”she asked, rubbing his ass.
The memory perked him up.“It’s nothing I’ve tried on myself, but you can do that to me any time.”
“Want me to take it further when there’s lube around?”
All he could do was nod as it occurred to him how many plans they were making in these few minutes alone.How many of them would they actually get to follow through on?How far ahead of himself was he getting?Whatever this was between them, would it last after she got back from the combine?
She shivered slightly, and the motion brought him back to the moment.
“Cold?”he asked.He lifted the towel, draped the ends of it over her shoulder, and drew her close to him.Her skin was soft and cool under his.
“A little.We just got out, and your heat’s not on.”
“True.C’mon.”He handed her the towel, pulled another one around his waist, took the few steps to the sleeping alcove, and pulled back the covers on the bed he’d made before work.
She nestled next to him.“This is nice.”
“Sure is.”Between the warmth of his blankets and flannel sheets, the comfort of his pillow, and the wonderful weight of her against him, there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
