Kiss Me (You & Me 3)

“I love your body,” she murmured, moving to stand behind him and washing his back in a leisurely manner.

“I’m positive I love your body a million times more.”

Her hands reached around him, grabbing his semi-erect penis and gently rubbing it to life. He groaned, his head, leaning back as water sluiced over his body. Her breasts were pressed against his back as she moved back and forth, rubbing her body against his. He tried to be patient, but her hand sliding up and down his dick was eroding all self-control. He needed her.

She kissed his back, moving to his shoulders and slowly coming around to stand in front of him, her eyes dropping down to the erection standing proud.

“How much time do we have?” she whispered.

“Time enough,” he growled, spinning her body around, using his own body to walk her closer to the back wall of the shower.

Her hands splayed out on the tile, the pale white of her skin in stark contrast to the dark blue. He gently pushed her body forward, using his hand to push on the small of her back. His other hand moved between her legs where he had recently washed. His fingers deftly spread her folds, finding her wet on the inside as he pressed one finger inside her.

She moaned softly. He pushed in a second finger, readying her for his entry.

“You’re so wet and hot,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out and probing at her before finding the sweet spot and pushing inside, slowly at first.

Her body was tight and wet and pulling him in, making it hard for him to maintain that steely control he prided himself on.

“Ben,” she gasped, when he pushed all the way inside her.

He could feel her little muscles squeezing and tightening, making him crazy. His body took over, instinct ruling all as he drove into her, pulling gasps and moans from her with every stroke. It wasn’t long before he felt her body explode around his, sucking him deeper inside her slick passage.

He let go, releasing himself inside her with a shout that originated in his stomach, making his throat raw as he held onto her hips, pummeling inside her body with violent thrusts he had no control over. He slowed his thrusting, sucking in deep breaths of air as his body wound down.

“Damn girl, that is a hell of a way to start the day,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck.

She laughed before turning around and practically melting in his arms. “Yes, it was. I think that’s the way every day should get started. I could almost skip coffee if I had that.”

“That could be arranged,” he growled, nuzzling her neck again, the water still raining down over his head.

Water was running down her skin as she used her hands to push her hair back and away from her face. It was something reminiscent of every man’s wet dream. He could picture her under a waterfall in some tropical retreat, just the two of them. If she’d let him, he was going to bring that fantasy to life.

“We should probably get out before the water runs cold,” she smiled, kissing him before tracing a bead of water down his bare chest.

“Do we have to?” he groaned, wanting to hold her naked body forever.

She grinned. “I guess we don’t have to, but very soon this little situation is going to get very uncomfortable. We definitely won’t need coffee or have to worry about another quickie in the shower if that water turns icy cold.”

He burst into laughter. “You’re right. I’d rather not have you witness that scene. You might never let me touch you again.”

“I’m sure I could be persuaded,” she said with a wink before turning to open the glass door of his shower.

She stepped out, grabbing one towel off the warming rack before handing him the other. They quickly toweled off before walking barefoot back into his bedroom. She had packed a different suitcase for her overnight stay with him. He wanted to suggest she leave a few things at his place for those nights when she crashed, but figured it wasn’t the right time yet.

“I’ll make coffee while you finish getting ready,” he said, walking to where she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, applying a minimal amount of makeup.

“Thank you. I’m a little nervous. This coffee shop is a bit more upscale than the ones I’ve worked in before.”

He kissed the top of her head, looking at her in the mirror. “You’re going to kill the interview.”

She smiled before he turned and walked out, giving her the privacy she needed to finish getting ready. She looked beautiful without a drop of makeup on. With the makeup, he saw a completely different woman. He saw a woman confident, put together and stunning. He would take her any way he could get her.

He started the coffee, opened the freezer to pull out a couple of breakfast sandwiches that had been premade and stored in there for moments like these. He rarely spent time eating breakfast in the morning and preferred to eat on the go. His cook had lectured him about starting the day right with a healthy dose of protein. Ben was pleasantly surprised to find he did function better throughout the first half of the morning if he took the advice.

“What is that delicious aroma?” Katherine asked, strolling into the kitchen in a sensible outfit that consisted of fitted black slacks, a white satin blouse and a pair of black pumps with a low heel.

“That is breakfast, courtesy of Roberto, my cook,” he replied, sliding the sandwich towards her.