She grumbles.
“Come on.” Somehow I manage to stand and lift her up with me. “We’re going to shower first, then I’m laying you on your bed and showing you exactly how much I love you. I’m warning you now—it’s a lot.”
She hums. “I think I can stay awake for that.”
“Good,” I growl.
I sweep her legs out from under her and carry her into the bathroom. Not bothering to put her down while I turn the shower on. I wait a moment, check the temperature, and seeing that it’s warm enough step inside before finally placing her on the cool tile.
The water sprays down on her and I can’t help but watch the way it sluices off her breasts. She runs her hands over my abs and bites her bottom lip. “Are you going to fuck me in the shower too?” Her voice is begging, pleading with me.
I shake my head. “Not tonight baby. I can’t wear you out before we get to the best part.”
“You mean to tell me fucking my ass wasn’t the best part?”
I shake my head. “No, making love to you will be. I’ve never made love before—even with you, with loving you, we’ve always been so frantic and desperate for one another. But tonight we do this slow. We take our time. We make it something we never forget.”
“I think I just orgasmed again,” she jokes with a smile.
“Oh, believe me baby, there will be plenty more of those tonight.”
We rinse our bodies off, she washes me with her vanilla scented soap and I return the favor—paying extra attention to her breasts and the curves of her ass.
Turning the shower off I grab a towel and dry her off then use it on myself.
I take her hand, looking at her as I pull her to the bed.
Her blue eyes are trusting, full of love.
I thought it was an impossibility anyone would ever look at me in such a way.
She lies down on the bed and I stare down at her. She’s gorgeous. Her hair fans around her, her breasts full, her pale pink nipples begging for my attention. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and she crooks one finger beckoning me closer.
If she were a siren, I’d gladly let her bring me to death.
I climb onto the bed, holding my weight above her. She grips my cheeks, rubbing her fingers against my stubble.
She lifts her head up, pressing a kiss to my lips. It’s soft, sweet even. I cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Our lips move together like they were made for doing so. Her fingers delve into my hair and I groan.
I slide one of my hands over her curves, down her side and gently spread her legs open further. My fingers find her center, already wet and ready. She moans as I begin to rub her, her lips parting on a gasp. She breaks the kiss, looking down and between us, watching the movement of my hand against her and then into her.
I watch as her eyes roll back, her breath comes out in small pants, and finally as she falls apart with a small aching cry.
Her hazy eyes slowly meet mine as she recovers from her orgasm. She reaches down, grabbing my cock and stroking it slowly.
“I need you inside me, please,” she begs.
My arms shake, but I manage to nod.
She lets go and I guide myself inside her. Slow. Gentle.
Her lips part in a small O-shape and she grips my biceps.
I pull my hips back, moving in and out of her as slow as I can.
I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. I kiss everywhere I can reach, all the while making love to her. Something I’ve never done before.
I worship her, her body, her soul. I want her to feel, to see, how much I love her without words.