“Perfect.” She dropped the blanket and started the shower, then turned to face me wearing nothing but her panties and a bra. My jaw dropped. She’d stripped earlier, but I hadn’t been able to appreciate the view. Now, there was nothing to stop my eyes from lingering on her narrow waist, high breasts, and slender thighs. Holy crap, she took my breath away. As I watched, she peeled down the panties, revealing a smooth pussy that made my mouth water.
“Let me help you with that.” I stepped forward and flicked the hooks of her bra open, sliding my hands around to cup her flesh and toy with her nipples. She whimpered and leaned back against me. My cock throbbed, already hard and ready to join the party. After taking a dip in chilly Lake Michigan, I was afraid my balls might have climbed up inside me permanently, but it seemed like I needn’t have worried.
I rubbed my thumbs over the sensitive tips of her nipples, forming them into stiff peaks. She turned in my arms, wriggled her tight little ass against my cock and made a soft sound of approval. I tilted her head to the side and kissed the length of her neck, sucking a mark onto the creamy skin at the crook of her shoulder. She turned in my arms and pushed both the towel and my briefs down over my hips. My cock slapped against my lower abdomen and stood at attention.
“Oh, my God.” Her lips parted and her pupils dilated as she stared down at my cock. “It’s pierced.”
“So it is.”
She reached toward it, then paused. “Can I?”
“Go ahead.”
She traced her finger along the curved Prince Albert piercing, her eyes growing wider every second. “Didn’t that hurt?”
I shrugged. “Only for a while.”
At the time, I’d had other things on my mind, so a little pain in my cock head had hardly registered.
“How does it feel… inside?” The question emerged in a breathy whisper.
I grinned. “It hasn’t been inside me, so I don’t know. There’s only one way to find out.”
She raised her eyes to mine, and they burned with naughty promise. “I intend to.”
She plastered herself against me, but just as her lips were about to touch mine, I experienced a pang of conscience.
“Wait.” I held her close but angled my face down, my forehead still against hers, so I’d be less tempted to kiss her. “You’re hopped up on adrenaline.”
I didn’t want anything that happened between us to be something she’d regret later.
With two of her fingers, she tilted my chin up. Her mouth hovered over mine, and then her teeth sank into my lower lip. When she pulled away, she was smiling with satisfaction.
“That’s what you get for implying I don’t know what I want,” she snarked. “If you don’t want me, just say it, but if you’re pulling some kind of weird, last-minute gentleman act, stop it. I don’t want you to be a gentleman. I want you to do filthy things to me.”
Despite my shock, I smiled. Who the hell would turn down an offer like that?
