I put my hand in his, it was big and warm and strong, comforting in a way I hadn’t expected with my heart still racing from the last orgasm, my nipples still hard and breast still aching. I looked around the now familiar bathroom and grinned. It was nice and masculine, but without any of the flourishes in my bathroom such as decorative soaps and unnecessary towels. A week of nonstop sex with the father of my unborn child, and I didn’t hate the differences between us as much.
“You’re thinking too hard. Warm or hot?” His blue eyes stared at up at me, one hand gripped the shower lever perched between hot and warm.
“Hot,” I answered with a smile. “As hot as you can stand it.”
Grady smiled with approval and cranked the handle until it was almost as hot as it could get. “A woman after my own heart.”
My heart sped up at his words and I needed to remind myself that we didn’t hate each other anymore, if it was ever hate at all, but that didn’t mean we were turning into something. We weren’t, we were just two people getting to know each other because we had no choice in the matter. “All of these compliments and I might start to think you actually like me Grady.”
“I do,” he said simply and took a step back to wave me in. “Ladies first.”
I groaned as soon as the water hit my skin. It was hot and steamy and I could barely see Grady when he stepped in beside me, but he was so much man I could feel him even though he hadn’t touched me. Yet. The spray was perfect, and I turned to let the beads of water throttle my back.
“Feel good?”
“Oh yeah,” I moaned and let my head fall back under the shower spray. “Oh!” More water rained down from the ceiling and shocked a laugh out of me. “That’s a nice touch,” I told him and closed my eyes.
“No, this is a nice touch,” he said and his big hands began to roam my body. I came alive at his touch, the way he cupped my breasts as if they were some treasure instead of a sign I needed to drop a few pounds. His hands lingered and when I opened my eyes I saw traces of soapy bubbles and gasped. He was actually washing me.
“Is this all right?”
Was it? I nodded, and he continued his task at hand, rubbing his hands in circles around my breasts and then down my waist before he pressed his chest to mine and let his hands slide down my back easily thanks to the ocean scented body wash. He lingered on my butt and instead of feeling self-conscious I moaned at the unexpected pleasure. Who knew the butt was an erogenous zone? Or maybe it was the big wall of hot man pressed up against me. “My turn.”
“Not yet,” he growled and stepped back to squat down where he lathered up more soap and used both hands on my right leg and then my left. And then he did it again. And again. I trembled with need by the time his hands slid up the inside of my thighs and found me wet and swollen. Grady groaned and slid one finger back and forth across my seam until his thick finger breached it and hit my clit. Fireworks lit behind my eyes, but all I could see was Grady and the way he looked at me, as if I was a gift just for him.
“Grady,” I growled and he stopped as hot water ran down my skin in a perfect light massage. And then his mouth was there, French kissing me while my thighs trembled with the effort to keep me upright. His tongue flicked against my clit over and over, and my body shook with desire, with impending pleasure. “Grady,” I moaned again, and waited for him to slide a finger inside of me, or better yet, to stand up and slide into me, but he did none of that. He used his lips and his tongue—and oh my!—even his teeth to bring me to orgasm. My legs shook, but Grady held me close and his tongue never stopped moving, not even when I begged him to stop.
Grady looked up at me with a smile in his blue eyes and gave me one final, achingly slow lick.
My body floated until I finally came back to earth with a wide grin. “Wow,” I panted. “Shower sex, and an oral orgasm. Are you magic?”
Grady laughed as he stood and switched our positions so he was under the water. “I don’t know, am I?” He reached out to me when my legs threatened to buckle and pulled me close.
“You just might be.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and slid them down over his chest and his abs, everywhere but the huge throbbing cock that was literally between us. “And this is your magic wand.”