Rose’s ass? Incredible in jeans and those sundresses that skim her bare thighs. But naked? The small dimples at the base of her spine, her narrow waist, and her rounded cheeks… she’s fuckingperfection.
She says shyly, “Joel? I’m waiting for you to do whatever it is you said you wanted to do to me.”
My dick twitches, then starts to throb.
Dangerouswords to say to a man already struggling with his control.
Gripping my cock tight at the base, I stare at the dark-gray speckled tile over her right shoulder. “Give me a second,” I grind out.
She waits three seconds, then turns. Her gaze drops, and her eyes widen. “Um…”
“Yeah.” I take deep breaths to slow my racing heart. “Just give me a second to calm down.”
“Should I stop looking?”
I swallow a smile. “Looking is definitely not helping my ability to remain calm, but I do appreciate your attention.”
“Okay.” She turns back to face the tile, but not before I catch the small smile playing on her lips.
Despite my throbbing cock, I can’t help but smile and kiss the back of her shoulder, relieved that she’s relaxed and comfortable with me seeing her body and not hiding it from me. “Thanks, baby.”
And as the warm water streams over us, I slowly get a handle on my need to come, enough that I let my dick go and look down.
My hands frame her hips, take in those gorgeous, rounded cheeks, and I curse again. “Yep. Definitely the sexiest.”
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly as I kiss a path down her gorgeous back, not stopping until I’m on my knees in front of her ass. Hot water cascades over us, and I’m aware that it’s not unlimited. If we did everything I wanted to do in here, we’d be shivering under a freezing shower.
But this?
I press a kiss on one cheek, then the other.
“Joel?” she whispers, a hitch in her voice.
I bury my face against lightly-tanned skin, breathing in a scent I know all too well: Rose is aroused, and growing more so by the second. My mouth waters, and after giving her gorgeous ass one last kiss, I look up at her. “Turn,” I softly order.
Rose doesn’t ask why. She knows what’s coming.
She turns.
I look up at her, taking my time appreciating every curve. Her body is gorgeous and so damn sexy it would send me to my knees if I wasn’t already on them.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, holding her gaze, willing her to believe that I mean every single word. “Way too fucking beautiful inside and out to think you’re anything but.”
Her eyes soften, and she frames my jaw. “You make me feel that way.”
I kiss the center of her palm, then take her hand from my face, guiding it to my hair. I lift her left leg over my shoulder, giving me all the space I need.
“Once I’ve shown you just how beautiful you are.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, and her body shivers in response. I look at her. “You’re going to press your hands against that wall while I fuck you.”
She gulps.
“Do you have a problem with any of that?”
A rosy flush sweeps over her cheeks and her neck. She clears her throat. “Who am I to get in the way of all your plans?”
Chuckling, I nip the inside of her thigh, then bury my face against her pussy.
Her fingers grip my hair, and her heel digs into the back of my shoulder. Soft moans spill from her lips as slick coats my tongue.
