My eyes clamped shut as I laughed, feeling how hard I was blushing. "Yes," I managed to whisper. "Shower, and… stuff."
He picked me up, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. How on earth was I comfortable being naked while he was fully clothed?
Walking slowly to the bedroom, he peppered my neck with kisses while murmuring, "Try again. Say, ‘I need you to fuck me in the shower’." I moaned as his lips wandered down to my nipple. Carrying me through the bedroom, he leaned me against the wall of the bathroom.
"Say it," he nearly growled, his dark eyes almost aggressive.
"Yes. Shower sex," I managed to mumble.
His teeth latched onto my collarbone and he gave me a tiny bite, making me yelp. "See? You can be louder," he grinned. "
We'll work on that."
He started the shower, adjusting the water for both the overhead rain attachment and a dozen side jets. The thing looked so complicated there was probably an online course on how to work it. Then Eric peeled his t-shirt off, and I forgot how to breathe.
I'd never seen a body like that up close. The layers of muscle across his chest, his ribs, down his chiseled stomach. His thick arms and broad, rounded shoulders. It was mind blowing.
His eyes twinkled with a touch of pride. "I like the gym," he shrugged. "And rock climbing."
I turned away to step into the water, but my head twisted back to watch as he slid off his track pants and shorts. Wow. His legs were a work of art, but I could barely see them from the distraction of what was swinging between them.
His shaft was long, thick, and looked absolutely sculpted. It looked like a model for sex toys. And I was pretty sure it was only half hard.
Tossing his clothes aside, he came into the shower, immediately pressing me up against the wall for a long, deep kiss. Then he stared at me, taking in my pale skin as the water glided over me. I knew that I was standing as if I was terrified for him to touch me.
He seemed to read me immediately, hugging me in a way that would be platonic if we weren’t naked in a shower. “You were so wild and free with a bit of booze dashing around inside you. Can’t you do the same for me with coffee? Can’t you show me that wild girl who couldn’t keep her hands off me?”
Maybe he didn’t mean for it to sound like a dare, but I couldn’t help my reaction. My hands slid around his waist to grab his tight ass, pulling his hips to mine. "This is an amazing shower," I smiled.
"Yeah, I've always wanted to have a girl in here," he said, pumping a tiny bit of liquid soap into his hands.
He began caressing my breasts, sliding them together, then gliding over every inch. "You were shaking these a bit on the dance floor," he said quite seriously. "So we’d better make sure that they are absolutely clean now."
Reaching out to take a little soap as well, I begin to scrub his shoulders and chest. I loved the way he seemed to tremble slightly from the feeling of my hands moving quickly across his skin. I couldn’t believe that I was affecting him as much as he was thrilling me.
Eric turned me to face the wall, his hands brushing my hair over my shoulder as he kissed down my spine. I loved the way he manhandled me so gently. It was confident. Unnervingly sexy.
He carefully pulled my hips away from the wall, spreading my legs. My hands grabbed at the tiles for balance as he dropped to his knees, spreading me open. The long, languid strokes of his tongue under the falling water were almost too much to take.
I was overwhelmed. Overheated. The need to have him inside me was becoming almost painful.
"Please," I whispered, the sound almost lost under the sounds of the falling water.
"Please what?" he murmured against my clit.
"I need you," I gasped.
"Mmm…” He moaned as he increased his pace, licking steadily. "What do you need?” he mumbled.
"You," I breathed.
"You already have me. I'm right here."
Son of a… He was going to make me say it. Somehow the way he was gently pushing for me to say things out loud was a strange turn on. Like he was controlling me in a very subtle way, but it was obviously for my own good.
"I need you inside me,” I whispered.
Immediately he stood up, spinning me so my back was against the wall again. His eyes burned to mine. “Should I go get a condom?"