He reaches for the shampoo and washes my hair slowly, his fingers moving through my scalp with the perfect pressure. My body eases under his touch as water runs down over my skin.
My body is on fire, trembling beneath his touch. Every place his fingers land seems to spark alive under my skin. It’s too much and not enough all at once: a rush of sensation that leaves me shaking and breathless for him.
He kneels behind me, slow and deliberate, his attention unbroken as he explores me like he’s learning me by heart.
A sharp nip brings an unexpected sensation rocking through me, and my knees threaten to give out.
“Oh, shit,” I breathe, the sound barely there.
He pauses immediately, like he’s noticed he just found something important.
“Got you,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
And I realize with a jolt that he’s just found one of my sensitive spots. I press my hands against the wall, breathing hard, trying to steady myself as the sensations CJ pulls from me roll through me in waves.
My body is unsteady, like it can’t quite decide whether to hold on or collapse and give in.
I hear him murmur, “Soon,” each word softened by a kiss and a nip on each of my ass cheeks. He turns me gently, and I look down at him as his hands rest on my hips.
Every place he’s touched still burns under my skin: a lingering reminder that I’m here, that I’m alive.
My hands move over him, exploring slowly, learning the shape of him through touch alone. He keeps me waiting on purpose.
I feel it in the way he avoids my cock, even though he knows what my body is screaming for. His deliberate restraint pulls helpless sounds from my throat. My hips shift instinctively, chasing him, but he doesn’t give in. He keeps nipping, sucking, and exploring my skin.
He drags his mouth along the sensitive line of my inner thigh, and I break completely.
My knees buckle.
He catches me immediately, firm hands anchoring me in place, holding me steady against the wall as I tremble under the weight of it all.
A quiet sound escapes him, almost a laugh, and I feel it against my skin as he keeps me upright, right where he wants me.
“So desperate for me, Eli?”
“Sunshine,” my voice rasps as I exhale, the word breaking as my body shifts instinctively toward him.
He answers me with restraint: a nip, then another kiss on the inside of my thigh.
It’s a warning, light but deliberate, pressed into the most sensitive points of my reactions to him. His kisses send shivers straight through me, every muscle tightening as I lose focus on anything except him.
I try to reach for him again and again, my hips thrusting, my cock seeking him, my body betraying me as it chases contact I can’t find.
His fingertips drift over my skin as he moves past my cock. The contact is light but deliberate, leaving heat in its wake.
Then he stands.
For a moment, his chest presses against mine as he comes up to his full height, the closeness knocking the air clean out of my lungs as I look up at him. I feel him everywhere: heat, pressure, breath, so close I can’t think past him.
“It hurts how much I love you, Eli. You’re so deep in my heart now there’s no going back, baby. You’ve become the most important thing in my world,” he says against my skin, his words landing warm and unsteady.
His mouth finds mine, unhurried but consuming, and everything fades as he kisses me. I groan into his mouth, my hands tightening on his back, pulling him closer as if I can close every inch of space between us.
My hands run up his back, feeling the raised scars beneath my fingertips, learning him the same way he has learned every part of me.
I hold onto him as we kiss, feeling the strength of him under my fingers. He is familiar now in a way that feels deeper than thought, like muscle memory forming between us.
We kiss like time has loosened its grip on us. Like there is no rush, no ending, just this slow unfolding of each other.
