"Amelia, please put your shirt back on so that I can open my eyes."
There was the rustle of clothes. "You can look now."
His eyes opened, then immediately shut again. Then he opened his eyes again, unable to resist the show.
Naked
Amelia
"When I told you to put on your shirt, that didn't mean to take off your bra, too. Cripes, Amelia." He swallowed audibly.
"Why are you fighting this so much?"
"I haven't..." He closed his eyes again. "I haven't done this before," he rushed out in a single breath.
"You're a virgin?" My eyebrows shot up.
"I...think that sex is an expression of love between two people. I don't sleep around...I've never slept with anyone."
That explained a lot. "Well, you were pretty concerned about how cold I was. Why don't you take a shower?"
He blinked. "What? Why would me taking a shower warm you up?"
I stared at him before I watched the implication sink in. I tapped my bare foot.
"Oh." He blinked. "Okay. I think that I could get on board with that." I saw his dimples again.
He shed his clothes by the door, too. I got a glimpse of his smooth skin and the muscles that he had hidden away from me until now. He was semi-erect. I knew that when it was fully erect, it would be huge.
"Catch me."
I turned and ran up the stairs. After a half second, I heard him running behind me. He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. It was a bit of a bumpy ride up the stairs, but I enjoyed being carried away like this, as if he was a Viking and he was stealing me. He got us both into the tiny shower and turned on the warm spray. There was only just enough room for the two of us to stand face to face. I kissed him. He leaned down a lot, and his knees were bent so that they went around my body.
I put my hands on his shoulders, and I pulled myself up. Thank goodness for gymnastics skills. I held onto his body with my legs and arms. His hands came to support my ass. I kissed him more thoroughly, exploring his mouth with my tongue. It was easier to get at him when we were wrapped up like this. When he was panting hard, I knew that I should change the position.
"Put me down, please." He put me back on my feet, but I immediately went to my knees. The shower was a very tight fit for this, but I would make it work. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, and I felt his hands go to my hair. He could not stop himself from pushing and withdrawing from my mouth.
"Feels so good," he moaned quietly. "Ah."
I let go of his cock, and I went straight for his balls. When I started tea-bagging him, I heard him yelp a little bit. I concentrated on the part of his body that I knew was the most sensitive with the most nerve endings, and I was gratified to see his body vibrating like a violin string that had just been plucked by a virtuoso. His thighs were very tense, and when I heard him grunt above me, he released into my mouth, filling me with his salty seed. When he was done, I let go of his softening cock.
"That was amazing."
He touched my spine and kissed me lightly. I shared the taste of his come with him.
"I've never had that before." He swallowed.
I smiled. "There's plenty where that came from." I bit his ear while I was standing on tiptoe.
"I better wash you up." I took soap from the shower caddy, and I lathered it up. I put my hand on his dick. Instead of softening, he reversed direction. He was getting bigger and harder than the first time. He was breathing hard, watching me tug on him in a perfect rhythm.
"I don't want to come yet. I want to pay you back for the..."
"Oral skills?" I smiled. "I'm down."
King Bed
Amelia