Page 83 of Protecting Maggie
She wanted to assure him that she really was all right. That a few bruises and scrapes were a small price to pay for being alive, for surviving what she should never have survived. But instead, she did as Shawn asked and turned her back to him.
The next ten minutes were surreal for Maggie. Shawn was gentle as he thoroughly shampooed, rinsed, and conditioned her hair. Then he soaped up a washcloth and washed her from head to toe. Kneeling at her feet, he gently ran the cloth up and down her legs. He didn’t shy away from cleaning between her thighs either. And while itmade Maggie blush, she didn’t protest. Then she returned the favor, although it was difficult to reach his hair.
Cleaning each other wasn’t about sex, it was about taking care of the person they loved. But when Maggie wrapped a soapy hand around his cock and gently cleaned his balls, the warm shower turned red hot.
His cock hardened, and Shawn moaned as she stroked him. Desire hit Maggie hard and fast. She’d forgotten that he’d been a virgin not too long ago. She wondered if he’d ever had a woman get him off in a shower like this. She moved her hand faster, squeezing his cock as she stroked him.
“Maggie,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “You don’t have to…”
“I know,” she said. “I want to. Stop thinking and enjoy.”
As the water cascaded over his shoulders, Maggie concentrated on making him feel as amazing as she did right that moment. She hadn’t seen Shawn lose his cool even once in the last couple of days. He’d been her rock. Even when he was getting beaten by the Russian soldiers, he’d kept his head.
But now? He was putty in her hands, and it gave Maggie back some of the confidence she’d lost. Knowing she was bringing Shawn pleasure enough to make him shake where he stood was heady.
“I’m not going to last long,” he warned.
“Good. I want to see it. Feel your come all over my hand. Feel it on my skin,” Maggie said, feeling sexy as hell. She was standing close, and the thought of his comespurting out and hitting her skin was as erotic as anything she’d ever done.
He wasn’t wrong. It didn’t take long for his pleasure to overwhelm him.
One of his hands shot out and grabbed the nape of her neck in a strong grip. The other went to her waist, where his fingers dug into her skin. She felt surrounded by him, completely in tune with him.
His hips pushed forward as his orgasm hit. Come burst out of the tip of his cock and splashed against her belly. It was hot and creamy, and Maggie couldn’t hold back her smile. She’d done that. Made him lose that iron control that turned her on so much.
She milked his cock, making sure to get every drop of come out of him. To her surprise, he was still half hard when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her now gentle caresses.
He turned her hand, placing it on her own belly. Then the two of them rubbed his come into her skin. His gaze was glued to their hands and her body.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmured before stepping to the side and letting the water hit her torso. His come was quickly washed away, and he turned and shut the water off. He opened the door to the shower and grabbed the towel he’d placed there earlier, then briskly and efficiently began to dry Maggie.
“I can do that,” she told him.
“I know, but I want to.”
He was acting a little weird, and Maggie wasn’t surewhy. So she stood still and let him dry her off. Then he quickly ran the towel over his own body before throwing it to the floor and stepping out of the shower. He had Maggie’s hand in his, and he practically dragged her out of the bathroom, toward his bed.
He flung the comforter back and said in a guttural tone, “Get in.”
Swallowing hard, having a hard time reading his mood, Maggie did as ordered. She was no sooner on her back than Shawn was hovering over her. His cock brushed against the hair between her legs, and she squirmed under him.
“That was…I don’t know what that was,” Shawn said as he gazed into her eyes. “Perfection. A dream come true. A miracle.”
Every muscle in Maggie’s body relaxed. For a moment, she thought he was upset about what happened. But it seemed that wasn’t the case.
“I’m not the most experienced guy, but I want to make this good for you. What do you need? My mouth? My fingers? I know you’re exhausted, so you probably just want to sleep. Tell me, Maggie. What do you need from me? Name it, it’s yours.”
“You, Shawn. I just need you.”
“You have me.”
Maggie smiled at that. “Inside, Shawn. I need you inside me.”
“How? Soft and easy? Or hard and fast?”
Maggie could feel the aches and pains from the last few days deep in her bones. She wasn’t used to as muchphysical exertion as she’d had recently. “Soft and easy,” she told him.
“Your wish is my command,” he told her.
