Darling didn’t even make it to the stairs before Ross overtook her. He threw her over his shoulder and bounded up the stairs as if she weighed no more than a feather. He pushed the bathroom door open with his foot and put her down next to the huge walk-in shower. He adjusted the water temperature and slid her tank top and jeans off her before stripping out of his own clothes. She hopped into the steamy water, anxious to rinse off the summer sweat and sticky bug spray she’d applied for the evening outdoors.
Ross stepped in, murmuring his approval at her nakedness. He was a sight to see. He ducked down to let one of the multiple showerheads soak his hair, running his hands through his long tresses and giving the wet strands a shake. Her mouth watered at the eyeful of gorgeous nude man standing before her. His well-muscled chest and arms flexed teasingly with his every motion. His tattoos and nipple piercing screamed out sin in the flesh. He kissed her, pulling her slippery wet body next to his and ran her long, blonde hair under the pulsing water.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
She was putty in this man’s hands. He measured out a dollop of shampoo and began massaging it into her scalp and working it through the ends. He grabbed a fluffy white washcloth and squirted a glob of body wash on it to gently clean her. He spent extra time washing her breasts, letting the soft cloth rub her now swollen nipples over and over. She leaned back into his chest and felt his erection prodding her butt cheek. She held her arms up over her head and wrapped them around his neck so that he could bend forward a bit and kiss her ear. He hummed softly against her cheek and resumed washing her with the soapy cloth. Soon he washed between her legs, grasping her leg behind the knee and guiding her foot to rest on a built-in pedestal in the shower wall. He slowly washed her, carefully parting her woman’s folds and rubbing the cloth in little circles over her clitoris. She felt his erection getting bigger, and her breathing hitched.
“Are you sore?” he asked and answered his own question. “Hmm. Probably…perhaps something different?” His smile was wicked.
She was soaring on passion and adrenalin but wanted more. She wanted to touch him, stroke his…his everything.
Ross rinsed the soap from her hair and guided her to the corner of the shower, seating her on the tub’s edge. He went on bended knee and carefully arranged her legs around his neck. She knew what he was going to do and couldn’t wait. This would be another first for her. She was all attuned to these new experiences; her carpe diem philosophy was being put to the test. He reached for her pink shaving cream and her razor, raising his eyebrow in question. Did he want to shave her legs for her? She was about to ask when he poured the lotion on his palm and rubbed it over her already trim mons. Aha. Well, why not?
He answered her mental question. “You’ll feel more friction when you rub your bare puss against me.”
Sounds promising. With a few careful strokes of the razor, what little hair she had down there was gone. He put away the tools and dropped down to his knees again.
Ross teased her with soft kisses all around her belly and thighs. He parted her folds again and laved her with long, slow strokes of his tongue. She tipped her head back against the cool tile and tried in vain to stay still. Her calves tightened up against his shoulders, and he chuckled and blew against her sex. He gave a slight pull to her legs, making her slide out a bit more, and she was left perched precariously on the edge, more off the ledge than on. He started to concentrate more on her clitoris, sucking and licking in swirls around the swollen nub. He dipped the pad of his thumb into her, and she let out a moan. He was matching the circling motions of his tongue on her with the strokes of his thumb in her. Darling didn’t know how much more she could take before she screamed.
He added his index finger to his thumb and stretched her with the wedge of his two digits. Just when she got used to the different sensation, he pulled his index finger out, leaving her with just his rough thumb. She sulked a little bit from the loss of that sensation, but her disappointment was short-lived. She felt him sliding his wet index finger along her perineum, and he was prodding against her anus. Fearing what he was about to do, she stammered out a shy, “No, not there,” but Ross just looked up at her and gave a stern shush before resuming his activities.
“I need to study you and learn what you like.” His finger was back at work, circling her opening, gently slipping in as her muscles tightened over this foreign intrusion.
Very soon, though, he had pushed his finger in an inch, and the easy strokes matched the motions of his thumb in her vagina; his tongue still pleasured her clitoris. So much stimulation had her hanging onto her sanity by a thread. She was outmaneuvered and couldn’t hold back any longer. Her orgasm started all the way in her belly, and it vibrated out in stronger and stronger waves. Once she was coming full-on, he stopped the licking so that he could look up at her face while she was climaxing. It was the most intense feeling she’d ever experienced; the pulsing and contracting seemed to radiate throughout her body. As she came back to earth, she looked more clearly around the steamy shower, suddenly embarrassed at how she’d bucked her hips and yowled. She pulled her legs shut, feeling awkward and exposed. Were those noises all coming from her? Was this what she’d been missing because—Oh crap, she couldn’t think straight.
“I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed watching something more. You are so beautiful,” he said with a husky voice. “You aren’t broken—you just need careful loving.”
She tried to stand up and slipped back onto the shower ledge. Her legs felt like they were made of Jell-O, and she feared falling on her face in front of him while trying to exit the shower. She was reprieved from an ungraceful departure as he moved her back under the hot spray. Ross chuckled and helped her up, pulling her languid body next to his.
She grabbed the soap and lathered up, turning around so that she could put him in her soapy hands. He smiled back at her and let her have her fun. The soap made his hardness so slippery that she could slide her hand up and down his long, thick shaft and palm his testicles in her other hand. He leaned back a bit so that he was against the tile wall and watched her face intently.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” he warned.
She blushed nervously. “I hope I can.”
He reached out to rub her breasts and pinch her nipples playfully while she stroked him faster and faster with the warm soap. His hand tightened on her breast, and he began pumping himself into her hand. With a groan, he jerked his hips, and soon she felt his cum sliding down his shaft and onto her hands. She was so proud of herself. Ross was sucking in lungfuls of air and bracing himself against the wall. She’d had the most intense time of her life. She’d had her first ever orgasm, and she got a rock star to spend himself in the palm of her hand.
He kissed her again, and they rinsed themselves off. “You will be the death of me doing that,” he rasped and reached for the towels hung neatly near the shower.
“Hmm. I feel the same. That was just so…so…”
“I know.”