“Can I takeotherphotos of you?”
“If you direct me, you can.”
He growled and gave her nipple a loving pinch.
Kneeling, she retrieved the bottle of soap and placed it on the shower bench. Then she ran her sudsy hands down the fronts of his strong thighs.
“What are you doing?” he rumbled and inhaled sharply when she dragged her nails over his balls.
“You know...” She wrapped his length in her hand, loving how it got alittle harder each time she squeezed.
His posture changed in a way she was beginning to recognize: His back foot came up, in line with the other, and he widened his stance. If she wasn’t eye level with his cock, she’d likely have seen his shoulders square and his chin lift, too. This was her favorite, secret version of Elliott.
Voice low, he commanded, “Fern, stand up.”
Her stomach flipped, and she obeyed, because she fuckinglovedwhen he took control.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.”
Compelled to give him a bit of brattiness, she narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
Elliott dropped his chin and pierced her with a dark gaze. Shoving his hand in her loose hair, he tugged her head back. “I didn’t tell you you could touch me.”
His fingers traced a line down the front of her exposed neck, making her breaths shaky and her nipples tighten.
“Do you want to come for me, Fern?”
“Yes,” she said honestly, and her otter chirped, loving a good game.
“Good. Let’s see if you can earn it. Turn around, hands on the wall, and stay silent while I work. Can you manage that?”
Eyes wide, she balked. Silent? She could try.
When Fern shrugged, she could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh. Shealmostgave in and hugged him. Instead, she spun and slapped her hands against the marble tile.
Elliott dropped his hold on her hair and tapped her on the ass. “Good girl.”
With his knee, he nudged her legs apart, then the soapy loofah met her skin as he ran it over her shoulders and down her back. He dropped to the tiles, kneeling behind her. She didn’t move, didn’t look, wanting to be so good and so obedient, but his breath tickled her ass before he kissed her cheek, and she squirmed.
Up her left leg, up her right, and over her butt, he cleaned her. When he tossed the loofah away and his palms met her hips, she started to stand straight, expecting him to turn her.
“No.”
She froze.
“I’m not done with you.” Big hands grabbed her ass and squeezed, opening her up for him. “Lean forward, let me see your pussy.”
Arching so far she pressed her cheek against the tiles, she smiled out the shower door at the warped bathroom beyond. She ached for him, her mate, her forever. Her chest filled with a rush of bliss that wasn’t her own, but complemented hers perfectly, and her smile grew larger.
“You’re so good at following my instructions,” he rumbled before his nose landed between her cheeks and his tongue drove into her channel.
“Oh my god,” she shrieked, earning herself a swat on the ass in response.
“Quiet,” he reprimanded.
“Still?!”
His laughter hit her core in hot bursts, then he lapped her, once, before standing behind her. Elliott’s right hand flew to her hair, grabbing it, and wrapping it around his fist, stealing the breath from her throat. He tugged her head back as his left hand slipped around her hip, cupping her whole pussy. The contrast of gentle not-quite-touches at her center with the roughness of his hand in her hair made her scream in frustration.
