Page 40 of Under His Protection
“You better hurry up,” I say, waving him forward. “I don’t know how long the hot water will last.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll last.”
I take a step back to make room for him when he joins me. He cups my face and leans down to kiss me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.Philip and I are naked in the shower, and he’s kissing me.
And,oh my God, something firm and insistent is nudging my abdomen.
My head spins at the thought of what might happen righthere.In the shower. Just like in the movies.
“Let’s get one thing clear right now,” he says as he pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Our first time willnotbe in the shower. Is that clear?”
Good grief, now he’s a mind reader.
“Haley?” His tone carries a distinct warning.
“Yes, crystal clear.” Honestly, I’m not going to argue with him on this. I don’t even know how the logistics would work in a shower. I reach for the bar of soap and start lathering my hands. “Turn around.”
With a grin, he does as I ask. I start at his neck and work my way down, slowly massaging his shoulders, his arms, his back, every muscle, every inch of him. And I keep going. I’m not going to chicken out on this. I run my soapy hands down his torso, to his hips. When I lather his firm buttocks, I hear a faint groan.
My hands stall on his hips as I find myself stuck at a crossroads here. Do I dare reach around to his front and, um, wash his—
“Haley.” His voice is gentle now.
“Yes?”
“You don’t have to, sweetheart. I can do that.”
“Would you be uncomfortable if I did?”
“Are you kidding?” He groans more loudly this time, making me chuckle. “Of course not. Trust me, babe, having your hands on my dick is on my bucket list of must-have experiences. It’s something I dream about on a regular basis.”
I’m not about to miss this chance to touch him. I’ve been trying to coax him into having sex with me since we officially started dating, but so far he’s made one excuse after another as to why we shouldn’t.
Not yet, he keeps saying. I don’t think you’re ready.
But I don’t want him to protect me from this.
I want him.
I reach around him and run one soapy palm down the entire length of his erection. When I reach the tip, I brush the pad of my thumb over the tip.
“Fuck!” he cries out hoarsely as he slams his palms against the tile wall in front of him. His head drops forward, and his breaths are ragged.
“Was that okay?” Now I’m afraid I did it wrong.
He blows out a heavy breath. “That was more than okay, sweetheart. I just wasn’t prepared.”
“Because if I did something wrong—”
“Haley, trust me, you can’t do anything wrong. It’s impossible.”
Taking him at his word, I recall the videos I’ve seen of guys jerking themselves off. I start stroking him in earnest now, using both of my hands. My hands are wet and slippery, and they glide over him easily. The skin covering his penis is surprisingly soft to the touch, like velvet, but underneath that, he’s hard as iron.
I stroke him from root to tip, over and over, squeezing firmly, but I hope not too hard. Based on the sounds he’s making, I think it’s just right.
His erection continues to swell in my hands, making him longer and thicker. His breathing deepens, coming out in harsh bellows. I can feel the blood pulsing through the thick veins beneath my fingers.
Even though I can’tseehim from where I’m standing, I canfeelhim. I know what’s happening. And I know if I keep this up, he’ll come.
