The man standingbefore me is hungry. And not for the cookies I abandoned in the kitchen precisely two minutes after he walked away to shower. The second the water was running, I joined him in the bathroom, where I stripped out of my clothes at lightning speed.
Cam’s hair isn’t even fully wet when I step in behind him.
He sighs my name like a prayer on his lips.
His abdominal muscles flex under my hands, and he wraps his own around mine. We stand in silence for a moment, skin to skin, swaying beneath the waterfall showerhead. Painstakingly slow, I drag my nails down the hard curve of his thighs and lower to my knees. I knead his ass cheeks and silently declare his butt my favorite part of his body. Playfully, I bite one smooth cheek, and then the other, before he rotates to face me. He leans against the white subway tiles, widening his stance so his cock is lined up with my mouth. Ignoring the way my knees ache pressed into the tile floor, I inch forward, gripping him. The water from above sluices over us both as I pump up and down.
Looming over me, he hisses, head tipped down and water dripping from his hair.
Despite the heat of the water, goose bumps rise on my skin, an outward sign of radiating pleasure. I lick my lips and inch closer, though I keep my focus trained on his face, silently asking for permission.
With a nod from Cam, I swipe my tongue across his swollen head, pulling a guttural groan from him. When I slide his length inside my mouth, he grasps the back of my head and holds himself to the hilt. I swallow around him, and he jerks back.
“Fu-u-ck.”
I sputter at the water splattering against my face, and he eases back, angling the showerhead away.
With two hands, I tug him by his cock until his head brushes my lips. Slowly at first, I swirl my tongue at the tip, then suck, hollowing out my cheeks. I alternate the actions a few times, relishing the grunts and groans echoing off the tile.
“Stop,” he gasps. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the point,” I argue around his cock.
With a breathy laugh, he slides his arms under mine and pulls me up until his hardness rests at my ribs. “There are so many things I want to do to you,” he whispers.
He lowers his head and presses a kiss between my breasts. Cupping one and teasing its nipple, he laps at the other, sucking it into his mouth and tugging at it with his teeth.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan.
Now he’s the one kneeling. I drop my head back, expecting his tongue or fingers at my cunt, but instead, he slides his hands down my abdomen and thighs until they’re at my knees. Tenderly, he massages my kneecaps, soothing the places imprinted with tile marks. He bends to kiss the raised skin on one, then the other.
This man.
Pinning me against the wall, he rocks back on his haunches and throws my leg over his shoulder, then hooks his arm around my thigh. He teases the perimeter of my pussy with one thumb, causing the nerves at my center to short-circuit. He flattens his tongue and drags it up my pussy, finishing with a puff of air against my clit. My knee wobbles, and I slap my hands against the tile behind me as he shoves a finger inside me so deep he nearly lifts me off the ground.
“Cam!” I yelp.
“Is it too much?” He extricates his finger and searches my face.
“No,” I pant, blindly searching for the faucet handle. A dizzying current is racing through my body, and if I don’t turn down the heat, I may pass out. “I need more.”
“Is that begging I hear?” The skin at his temples crinkles when he smiles, and I want to bury myself in those beautiful lines.
But I’m too desperate to answer.
Taking the cue, he presses a delicate kiss to my clit, the water-saturated stubble on his jaw brushing against my thigh, and gets back to work. This time, he slides two fingers inside me, rotating and scissoring, stretching me in the best way. With one more glance up, he descends, licking and lapping around my clit in time with his fingers.
A pulsing, a beating, floods my core as he quickens his perfect choreography. My orgasm breaks through with such ferocity that he has to scramble to keep me stationary.
I’m panting and struggling to suck in air and spewing expletives, and all the while, his fingers are still locked inside, my pussy pulsing around them. It’s only when he stands that he steadily slides them out and brings them to my lips.
“Open up, gorgeous.”
Holding his gaze, I obey. The taste of my own obscene releaseinstantly ramps up my arousal all over again. When he tries to pull away, I bite down on his fingers gently and suck the final traces of myself from them.
In one fell swoop, he hoists me off the ground and shifts us so we’re under the water. I snag a bottle from the cutout shelf in the wall and squeeze a generous amount of the liquid onto his chest. A subtle pine scent mingles with the steam, sending another bolt of need to my core. I’m surrounded by this man in every way.
With Cam supporting my back, I massage the suds into his chest, over his shoulders, and up his neck. With my nails, I work it into his scalp, then massage behind his ears before I make my way back down his neck and shoulders and arms. He sets me on my feet and takes a step back, giving me full access to his body. With a reverence I’ve never experienced before sinking into me, I wash every inch of his firm body, paying close attention to all my favorite virile parts.
