“I didn’t say you could strip, Bookworm,” he says and then flips me so that my back is facing him. He presses into me from behind, and I moan in pleasure.
His hand runs down my back and lands on the curve of my ass. He palms it, his grip unrelenting, and I rise onto my toes in response.
“So perfect and round,” he murmurs.
He does it two more times before smoothing the sting away. He turns me to face him, pushing me backward until I’m sitting on the built-in marble bench.
His eyes turn dark with desire and need, like I’m the only one for him. It’s maddening.
“You’re staring,” I whisper.
“You’re mine to stare at.”
Heat pools between my legs.
Reaching for the shower gel, he coats his palm in the clear liquid and sinks to his knees, lathering me from the ankle up. The gel turns into a foamy consistency when the water hits.
His hands are heavenly as they coat me in the suds, working deep into my skin as he massages me. He doesn’t move to the areas I want to feel his touch the most.
“That’s so…” I moan, unable to finish my sentence.
When I’m fully covered, he reaches for the shower head and changes the setting. Hot, powerful jets of water blast my skin, washing the foam away. He aims the head at my nipples, and a needy sensation shoots through me.
I had no idea water pressure could feel this amazing. My nipples pebble, a delicious ache lacing through them.
He places the shower head back and lowers to his knees, capturing one of my peaked buds.
I moan when he bites me, arching into him. “Chase.”
He releases me on a pop. “Lift up your feet,” he says, tapping my ankle. I do as I’m told, resting both my feet on the bench. My most sensitive parts are on full display for him. He wastes no time swiping a finger through my folds in one slow agonizing move.
“You’re dripping.”
My cheeks flame as he stares down at me, like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, the best he’s ever had.
“Hold onto your ankles,” he rasps as he stands and reaches for the showerhead again. It doesn’t take long until the hot spray of water hits me. I gasp as he holds it perfectly in place over my clit. My head drops. A sudden rush of euphoria creeps down my spine and low in my belly.
“C-Chase,” I wheeze. I’m right there, ready to fall over the edge, but then the water shuts off. When my eyes connect with his, he flashes me a wicked grin.
He did it on purpose.
“Just a little taste of what’s to come if you misbehave.”
He takes my hand and kisses my palm before placing it over my sweet center. Arousal coats my skin.
“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitating.
“I want you to feel what I feel.”
Without a second warning, he pushes my own finger inside of me, and my body sucks it to the second knuckle. I close my eyes, relishing in the feel of pleasuring myself for the first time.
“You feel that?” he asks.
I nod quickly, moving my finger back and forth when he tells me to. “Don’t stop,” he says before his head disappears between my thighs.
A deep moan escapes me as soon as his tongue flicks my clit. I’m so lost in what he’s doing I don’t hear anything he’s saying. He pulls away, and I let out a strangled moan, which only makes him laugh.
