Heartless: Episode 3

He continued, each strong stroke making my breathing increasingly erratic. Waves of heat and ecstasy ripped through me, causing my body to jerk in response. I pulled his head away, needing the reprieve, as I came down from my high.

“Did we get that far in your version?” he asked, his face smug.

“If we got that far, I’d probably be fired.” I managed a laugh before dropping to my knees. “Your turn,” I warned before grabbing his manhood with my hand.

“Elizabeth, you don’t have to,” he started to say.

I took him into my mouth.

“Nothing. Everything’s great here,” he said.

I had to stop myself from laughing.

I continued to take him farther and farther into my mouth with each stroke until I could not take him any deeper. The moans escaping from his mouth told me he liked what I was doing, and I loved the way it made me feel. Knowing that I was the one bringing him this kind of pleasure made me feel powerful. His hand tangled in my hair as he softly pulled me toward him. It wasn’t a demanding tug like I’d heard about from other women, but it was more like he wanted to be involved somehow and couldn’t resist touching me while I pleased him.

“That feels amazing. You’re so good,” he groaned.

I worked him in and out of my mouth. His hips started to thrust against me, taking care not to push too hard or too deep, and I knew he was on the brink of coming undone. My hand stroked him as my mouth sucked simultaneously, and his head dropped back, water spilling down all around his body.

“I’m gonna come, babe,” he breathed out before pulling out of my mouth and emptying himself on the shower floor.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I tried to argue while part of me was thankful for the save.

“I wasn’t sure what you preferred. One step at a time, right?” He smiled. “But that step was fucking incredible.” He helped me to my feet. “You do know we’re in a drought.”

“I know. We’d better hurry up and get out of here.” I tugged at my partially wet and tangled hair.

Daniel turned the bottles on my built-in shelving, so he could read them before grabbing the one labeled Shampoo. “Turn around. I got this,” he directed.

I did as he’d said. His fingers massaged my head, working the soap into a lather from the roots all the way to the ends.

“That feels amazing.” I wanted to pass out in his arms. Having someone else shampoo my hair was an exhilarating feeling, but having Daniel doing it bordered on erotic.

He led me back toward the falling water, my back pressed against his front, as the water spilled down between us. My head tilted into the spray as he continued to work his fingers through my hair to get all the shampoo out.

“Conditioner is better,” he said, his voice mimicking Adam Sandler in Billy Madison.

I laughed. “It makes the hair shiny and smooth.” I played along as he squeezed it into his palms. “Start at the ends, please.”

“Really? The ends?”

“Mmhmm. My ends need it most, and too much conditioner on my scalp will make my hair greasy. Ick. Just start at the ends and work your way up.”

“You’re the expert.” He kissed my neck before following my instructions.

“This is really nice, Daniel. Thank you.” I leaned my weight against him.

“Anytime you want me to handle your naked body, I’m all in.”

He finished rinsing out my hair, and we soaped each other, taking our time in certain places, before shutting off the water.

“I’m probably going to get fined for all that water,” I started to say. “But it will be worth it.” I reached for a towel and wrapped it around my body as I exited the bathroom.

“I’ll pay for it,” Daniel said, following me close.

“I don’t need your money.” I walked to my closet and looked through my clothes.

“Are we going out?” he asked from behind me.