Good. So good.
I rolled my thumb as much as I could. No subtlety as the heat curled up my spine. Detonation imminent. Any second.
I sucked on her nipple. Hard. Desperate.
She screamed and her body went wild. She gripped me, pulling me inside.
I exploded.
Not once, but over and over as I burst into her and she milked me dry.
God!
It went on forever and I have never loved life more. The spectacular glory of it. Of her. Of coming together while the water poured down on us both.
Heaven.
Eventually our breaths steadied. Her leg fell off my hip and I realized my forehead was pressed hard into her shoulder. I should support my own weight, I thought, and I raised my head. It felt like it was a thousand pounds, but I managed it. And when I looked into her eyes, I saw the same dazed wonder that I felt.
“Wow,” she said, and I grinned.
“Yeah. Wow.” At least that’s what I tried to say. The water was in my eyes and I had to take my hand off the wall to wipe my face. That was enough to knock us both off balance and I slipped free of her.
Damn. I hadn’t wanted to do that.
She straightened, and I half stepped, half stumbled backward. My legs were still weak, but now I had a condom on that I needed to get rid of.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll just clean up,” I said as I stepped back from the spray. It was awkward, fumbling to step out of the shower and dispose of the latex. Once it was done, I thought about returning in there with her, but she’d turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and held it out for her. She took it and then I grabbed another for me.
There was awkward silence as we both dried off. I kept sneaking peeks at her, seeing the moisture that clung to her skin, remembering what it felt like to lick it straight off her body. I caught her twice looking back at me, or maybe she caught me. Either way, our gazes would collide and one of us would falter. What we’d just done was too raw, and I didn’t know how to express how wonderful it had been. How I still felt the tingles from what we’d done. How it had never been so great before.
She stepped around me to grab at the hair dryer in the wall, and then she flashed me an awkward look. “I’m sorry. I have to dry my hair or I’ll end up with a migraine.”
“What?”
“Wet hair. It gives me a migraine.”
“Oh. Wow, that sucks.” Witty banter—not.
She chuckled. “Yeah. Do you mind?”
I shook my head and stepped backward out of the bathroom. I could have grabbed my clothes. I probably should have, but instead I leaned against the wall and watched her. She had wrapped herself in a towel, though it didn’t quite cover her completely, thank God. The slit kept exposing a strip of her thigh to my hungry gaze. Then she turned on the dryer and started brushing out her hair.
I couldn’t stop watching. Black silk puffed up from her neck while strands flew behind her. As her hair dried, it became a curtain dancing behind her and I was mesmerized. After a bit, she noticed. Hell, I could have been staring for a week for all I knew. I lost that much awareness of everything but her. Her and my growing erection beneath my towel.
“What?” she asked.
I shook my head as I struggled out of my daze. It didn’t really work. I was still caught fast. “You’re… It’s…” I waved my hand vaguely at her hair. “So beautiful,” I finally managed.
She blinked twice before answering. Then she smiled. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
God, how could she not know? I swallowed, then stood up, crossing to her in a split second. I cupped her cheek and feathered my fingers through her hair. Cool silk strands. Then I kissed her, hard and possessively. I went boldly into her mouth, and I touched every part of her I could reach. And when I pulled back, I stared down into her dark, almond eyes.
“I know we just did it. I know, but…” I swallowed. “Please. One more time.” Then before she could answer, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I set her down gently, but the towel had come undone in the process. It slipped open enough that her left breast was exposed. As I slid my arms out from behind her, I meant to give her a moment to answer. I really did, but I couldn’t stop my hand from stroking her creamy gold skin. Everything was smooth. No hair except for above and below. “Oh,” she said quiet enough for it to be almost a sigh. “You overwhelm me.”
So soft. So tight. I rolled her nipple between my fingers.
“In a bad way?” I asked, afraid for the answer.
