Fuck off, I’m nervous.
“At the same time?” he asks, and I can’t get a read on where he’s at on the subject to save my soul.
Licking my lips, I release a pent up breath. “Yeah. If you’re cool with that, I mean. Not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me naked, after all.”
The seconds leading up to his answer have me sweating more than the manual labor I just finished.
“I suppose there’s enough room, if you want,” he finally replies and I shed my clothes, trying not to fall on my face as my nerves make me anxiously clumsy.
Peeling back the shower curtain, I step in behind him, mouth watering as water runs in rivulets over each defined muscle. I swear, the man was carved from stone for the sole purpose of making mere mortals weep.
Turning, his eyes rove over me, and unlike back in the cave I woke up with him in, his gaze is heated. The cold dismissal that he once regarded me with to keep distance between us isn’t there, just blatant lust, and my reservations slip down the drain at his feet. Reaching beside him, I’m careful not to brush against his skin as I grab the soap, lathering up while he watches.
“Care if I take a turn under the spray?”
It takes a second for my words to register, but he turns to the side, carefully switching places with me so I can have access to the water in the cramped space. My arm brushes against his stomach and the muscles twitch in response, begging me to do it again. But I restrain the impulse, rinsing off and trying to get control of myself before doing anything so I don’t misread his behavior through my lust-tinted glasses.
Shampooing and conditioning my hair next, I rinse off, offering to switch places again, but he stops me, gripping my upper arm. “Rel,” he trails off, face tight as he wrestles to find the words he’s searching for.
“Yes?”
His eyes flit between my eyes and my lips, mouth pressed into a flat line, but he says nothing. Taking a breath to bolster my nerves, I shove away my fear of rejection, betting everything that I’m reading him correctly.
Voice breathless, I take the plunge. “Kiss me?”
With a low growl, he dips his head, capturing my mouth. My fingers tangle in his wet hair, tugging on the pale strands. His hand falls onto my hip, the heat combating that of the shower, though he keeps his touch reserved, gentle.
Pulling away, he doesn’t fight me, following my lead on everything. He doesn’t stop me as I drop to my knees, water pounding against my back. Glancing down at me in silent question, I hold his gaze as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, reveling in the way his violet irises darken. I keep my eyes locked on his as I lean forward, flicking my tongue over the tip, swirling it around the head and filing away every twitch of muscle as encouragement.
When I start sucking him down, taking him as deeply into my throat as I’m able, his shuddering breath spurs me into just a bit more. As his eyes fall shut and his head tilts back, my nails dig into the back of his thigh, free hand pumping the length that I can’t take.
Rolling my tongue, I alternate bobbing my head, stroking him with my hand, and sucking him down. Harder, faster, I work him until his hand falls on my head, tangling in my hair as he inhales a ragged breath. Catching himself a moment later, he releases me and I huff, turning it into my personal goal to make him lose control. He’s so afraid that he’s going to hurt me that he’s trying not to lose himself in the moment even now, always putting himself on the backburner.
Taking him deep, I hum, letting the vibrations roll over him. His sharp intake of breath may as well be a shower of praise and I use the encouragement to go harder.
“Rel, I’m gonna-“ he cuts off with a hiss when it’s clear that I’m not going anywhere, pumping my hand faster over the base of his cock.
Palming the back of my head, he hisses, cock jerking in my mouth as he comes down my throat. Rolling my tongue over him, I suck down every last drop, flicking my tongue over the tip as I pull back to catch my breath.
Chest heaving, he looks down at me with an unreadable expression. As I slowly get to my feet, he reaches past me to turn off the shower, wrapping an arm around my waist to plaster me against him, capturing my mouth with a vengeance.
If the taste bothers him, he doesn’t show it. Hefting me up so that I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist, he yanks the shower curtain back.
“I slipped a condom under the bathroom door, just in case.”
You beautiful, beautiful man.
The soft chuckling in my head is forgotten as I slide down his hard body, bending over to pick up the condom and a low growl echoes around the room. As I turn, he’s suddenly there, lifting me once again and setting me on top of a towel he laid on the counter.
Dropping to his knees, he shoves my thighs apart, wasting no time before licking a long, slow path. Gripping his hair, I lean back, my other hand curled around the lip of the counter. Another flick of his tongue has me squirming, to which he simply slings my leg over his shoulder to spread me wider before burying his face between my legs.
It isn’t graceful, it’s as savage as the man kneeling before me as he explores, experimenting with what makes me twitch or moan. When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, I buck against his face, hips lifting from the counter with my gasp. He does it again until I’m writhing before he stands, taking the condom from where I dropped it on the counter and looks down at me for confirmation.
Legs still spread as he stands between them, I push myself a little more upright. “Please?”
Swallowing, he rolls it on, licking his palm and stroking once before lining himself up with my entrance. Holding my gaze like he expects me to protest, he pushes in; a long, solid, thrust. He never withdraws, shallowly pumping to work his way in. Instead, he takes everything slowly, attention rapt on my face for the slightest sign of pain or objection.
When he finally sinks to the base, chest rising and falling, he bends down to kiss me despite the awkward angle. Not fully withdrawing, he thrusts again, just as slowly as before. He’s careful, restraining his movements, and it’s positively maddening.
