“Yes.”
“Can I push in one finger?”
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide. “Will it hurt?”
“Not if we go slow. Wait. I should have lube in here somewhere.” I open the small vanity drawer, and there it is with a stack of condoms because Frank is the best manager ever. I bite the wrapper off the lid and squirt some on my finger. “Can we try?” When she nods, I grin. “Rub your clit.”
She pulls her fingers out and rubs herself. I tilt her legs back more so I can watch every second of this.
I rub her little asshole until she’s panting, and then I push steadily until I breach those tight muscles.
“Oh God.” Her eyes squeeze shut, but she’s rubbing her clit hard.
“Baby, look at yourself. Look at how hot you are.” When she opens her eyes, I squeeze her tit and shove my finger deeper in her ass. “You’re doing so well. Your pussy’s dripping. I can’t wait to fuck you. I’m so goddamn hard right now.”
That sets her off, and her whole body goes rigid as she comes. Her asshole squeezes my finger in those rhythmic pulses that almost make me come in my boxer briefs.
When she stops thrashing, I smile against her hair. “Such a good girl.”
She gives me a sleepy grin. “I have no idea how to get off this counter.”
I slowly pull my finger out of her ass and help her stand. She slumps against me, and I reach into the shower and crank the hot water. I wash my hands first before I kick off my underwear and help her in.
She’s right. It’s a tight squeeze, but I’m gonna make this work. I get us both wet before I turn off the water. Since the room is so small, it traps in the heat. “Shampoo?”
When she holds it up, I pour a little in my palms and then lather up her hair and then mine. Washing my hair takes sixty seconds, but hers is thicker and longer. I take my time with her and massage her scalp.
“I’m going to melt into a puddle on the floor if you keep that up.” She puts a hand on the wall to brace herself.
Smiling, I rinse us off and repeat everything with her conditioner. Then I get the body wash and squirt some on her pink bath loofah. I rub it across her arms and shoulders. Down her back and ass. Squatting, I do her legs.
Appreciating the view, I smile. “Turn around so I can do your front.”
When she sees me at her feet, her eyes go soft. “You don’t have to do this.”
“What if I want to?” I’ve never had this feeling in my chest before. Like it’s expanding and contracting at the same time. Like I need Rory to breathe. It’s a little terrifying.
But I like living life on the edge.
She smiles, presses a kiss to my lips, and holds out her arms. “I’m all yours.”
I wash up the front, but when I get to her pussy, I make her spread her legs. “I need to be thorough.” And I lick her clean.
I must do a good job because before I know it, she’s gripping my hair, so I slide two fingers in her cunt. “That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue.”
When she goes over the edge, she lets out a scream, but quickly covers her mouth.
My dick throbs and kicks against my stomach. I need a release. Badly. But I want this to be about Rory. I know I hurt her tonight. The least I can do is take care of her.
Standing, I take her in my arms. “Better?”
“So good,” she slurs like she’s sex-drunk.
“If you hang on a sec, I’ll rinse you and dry you off.”
I flip the water on again and rinse her off. I’m reaching for a towel when she puts a hand on my arm. “What about you?” She looks up at me with water hanging on her lashes.
“I’ll wash up real fast after I dry you. Don’t want you to get cold.”
