Page 77 of Love at First Ride
He trails kisses back to my ear. ‘How are you doing?’ he asks.
At this moment, and given the movement of his fingers, it’s not possible to form words. ‘Mmm,’ I hum.
‘You good to carry on?’ he asks.
‘Yes,’ I choke out. ‘Happy.’
The water’s a little too warm. I can feel my cheeks burning up, a combination of heat from the shower and the sensations AJ’s giving me with his fingers. He pulls back, locks his gaze on mine. Then he lowers his mouth again. His tongue pushes insistently between my lips, as simultaneously, between my legs, his fingers travel deeper and circle my opening. I’m slick for him. I feel a gentle push, and two fingers glide up inside me. My moan is high-pitched and thready, and I break the kiss to allow a whimpered sigh to escape my mouth.
‘That feel good?’ he asks, beginning to pump his fingers steadily in and out, taking his time.
My head leans back against the tiles. My nod is frantic. Crazed. I revel in the sensations he’s giving me, at the same time my clit aching for more of his attention. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m begging for him to take me in the shower, right here, because I can’t wait any longer.
A moment later, his fingers withdraw and I’m bereft. I crave friction. The next second, the water stops flowing.
He grabs the body wash. A moment later, he lathers us both up, his hands traveling the length of my body, lingering over my breasts. He turns me. My butt pushes into his arousal as he washes my back, using one hand, while the other returns to drawing slow circles on my clit. I press two hands against the wall and immerse myself in the sensations, until my body is writhing. He washes himself too, before the shower comes back on and we rinse.
He turns me again. Goes back to kissing me long and slow, our tongues entwined. Once we’re clean, AJ switches off the water again.
Without the noise of the shower, I realize both of us are panting. Steam swirls about our heads. AJ kisses me one more time and I still can’t string a sensible thought together.
Taking my hand, he steps out of the stall onto the mat.
‘Do you need a towel?’ I murmur.
‘No,’ he says as he takes my hand and guides me out. ‘We’re just gonna stay wet.’
He leads me back to the bedroom, letting me go before placing his hands on my hips. He gently guides me to a sitting position.
My gaze traverses his glistening chest, following a dark line of hair before it lingers on his glistening length, now about level with my parted lips.
‘Lie back for me,’ he says, before I can suggest something.
I watch as he fetches a pillow from the head of the bed. Pushing my hands into the mattress, I shift my butt backward, wriggling up the sheets.
‘Not too far,’ he instructs. ‘Lift your ass for me.’
I’ve never been to bed with a man who gives verbal instructions before. And while I might normally feel exposed, any embarrassment has melted away, replaced by something wilder. I do as I’m asked, and AJ slides the pillow under me, so that my hips are slightly raised.
‘You comfortable?’ he asks.
‘Can I get one for my head?’
In a few seconds, AJ has grabbed another one of my pillows and is sliding it underneath my head.
‘How about now?’
‘I’m good.’
He returns to the foot of the bed and drops to his knees.
‘Oh,’ I murmur.
‘Open your legs for me.’
Once more, I do as I’m told. AJ’s head and shoulders are framed by my open thighs. I’m splayed open for him. Bare. Wet. And aching.
He brings his mouth closer to my slit. ‘You like this?’ he whispers.
