“My fox wants to claim every inch of you.”
Her pupils swallow the blue of her irises. “Do you want to know what I was thinking about in the kitchen? Well, besides how good you felt inside me, I was thinking about how safe I am with you.”
My forehead drops to hers. The water beats against my back, a steady rhythm that does nothing to drown out the pounding of my heart.
“I’ve never felt that before,” she continues, and the vulnerability in her voice makes my fox whine with the need to protect, to shelter, to wrap her in every blanket I own and guard her with my life. “Like I can ask for what I want or tell you what I need and you won’t judge me for it. Like you actually want me. All of me. And I know you want to leave. But if you stay, I will too.”
Forever.
I can’t say the words. I can’t say anything So I kiss her, soft and gentle, and with so much love my eyes burn.
Squeezing more soap onto the loofah, I sink to my knees beneath the spray. Since meeting this woman, I’ve spent an astonishing amount of time kneeling before her.
I can’t bring myself to care.
I work the warm lather over her calves, ankles, and delicate arches of her feet. I clean each toe with the same care I gave her fingers. Then I work my way up. I turn her beneath the spray and fill both hands with the lush curves of her ass, kneading the soft flesh as my thumbs follow the deep cleft between her cheeks.Her breath catches when one grazes the tight little hole hidden there.
“Has anyone ever taken you here?” I ask.
“You’d be my first.”
At her last.My fox howls with satisfaction.
The sound must escape my throat, because Lila shivers and presses back against my thumb.
“Will you be my first, Max?”
“I want to be your only,” I hear myself say.
I stand and press against her, my dick sliding to rest between her ass cheeks. The heat of her makes my eyes roll back in my head.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say against her ear.
She twists her head to look at me over her shoulder. “I will.”
I grab the shower oil off the shelf, the scent of coconut bursting through the air when I open the bottle and squeeze it onto my fingers.
She shudders but doesn’t pull away as I trace the crease between her plump cheeks. Her hands press flat against the tile, her spine arches, her hips tilt back in a wordless invitation that makes my dick ache.
“I’ll go slow. Make sure you’re ready to take me,” I tell her, circling her asshole with the tip of my finger.
“I trust you.”
My dick kicks as those words seep into my soul, and I press the tip of my finger inside.
She gasps, her inhale becoming a moan as I work past the tight ring of muscle. The oil eases the way, but she’s still so tight and hot, clenching around me like her body can’t decide whether to push me out or pull me deeper.
“Breathe,” I remind her. “Just breathe.”
She exhales slowly, and I sink in to the first knuckle. Then the second.
“More. Please, Max. More.”
I have to close my eyes against the wave of lust that crashes down my spine, tightening my balls.
I will never leave her wanting.
I add a second finger, stretching her carefully, scissoring gently to work her loose. Lila rocks back against my hand, her body telling me she’s ready. That she wants this as much as I do.
