Page 39 of Always Beth
‘I’ve never had sex in the shower before,’ I confess.
‘I figured.’
Holding me firmly by the waist, his sudden hardness against my body does not go unnoticed. With his free hand, he tips my chin backwards as he slowly walks me out of the stream of water until my back hits the coolness of the tiled wall.
‘Let me show you what you’ve been missing.’ With one swift move, he lifts me and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His body is stiflingly heavy against my own and I gasp for breath as I become acclimatised to this new position. He’s going to go straight for it, there’s no other logical explanation. The law of physics says so. His dick is firmly nestled in the crook of my hip and as I start to inwardly panic about the absence of protection, he thrusts two fingers deep inside me. Resting his forehead against mine, he breaks into a seductive smile as he watches how I adjust to his sudden intrusion.
‘Do you like that?’ he teases.
‘Mhmmm.’
‘Tell me how much?’
Goosebumps scatter across my body as he whispers his demands into my ear. ‘So much, I—’
‘Do you want this as well?’
His thumb immediately connects with my clit and I find myself involuntarily meeting his hand at every thrust. I don’t even have to guide him. He just knows. I thought you could only have this kind of sex with someone you had a deep connection with. My insides clench tightly around his fingers as he hits that magic spot repeatedly. Steam is circling around us and I gasp, fighting for breath as my orgasm crashes through my body. His body vibrates as he moans in frustration. I fall limp against him as he carries me from the shower and sits me on top of the vanity unit. His lips crash on to mine, as if he is unable or unwilling to slow. The ache he so perfectly satisfied begins to build deep inside me once more as he blindly fumbles in the drawer beside us. I clench my legs together as the wait for him becomes unbearable.
‘Ahhh finally.’ Retrieving a condom from the drawer, he tears the foil expertly, and my eyes focus intently as he rolls it down his erection. He lifts me swiftly and I bury my face into his neck as the tip of his cock nudges at my centre. The heat is overwhelming. My back connects with the shower wall once more, and I gasp as he slides into me with one swift movement. My body hasn’t forgotten the feel of him, accepting his size again so willingly. The sound of our bodies connecting thrust after thrust sends a shiver throughout me. I grip tightly on to his shoulders, then my hands find their way up into his hair. Pressing his forehead against mine, he kisses me with an eagerness that tells me he’s close. The sudden intimacy brings me back to the edge of ecstasy. His hands tighten around my legs, then he moans deeply into my mouth as he convulses repeatedly against me.
‘Come, Beth.’
His words send me crashing into my second orgasm, everything around us blurs and I don’t know where he ends and I begin. As our movements slow, he releases me gently, allowing me to slide to the floor. My legs are weak, and I peer up through the stream of water. Hair now smoothed against his head, he’s in control as ever.
‘I don’t know how you held me up for that long,’ I croak.
‘You’re as light as a feather.’ He laughs as he shampoos his hair. ‘Turn around,’ he instructs.
Tentatively I turn and he massages my scalp.As light as a feather.I’m definitely not as light as a feather and I’ve never been carried anywhere, let alone held up in the shower indefinitely. Now here I am having my hair washed. Maybe he’s not just my annoying neighbour. He’s so much more. He’s a gentleman.
James
I’ve never been a post-sex nap person. I’m rarely a post-sex anything person. We collapsed on the bed after the shower and I couldn’t keep my hands off her, kissing her to within an inch of her life, and at some point we drifted off. Unlike me, Beth’s still sleeping and here I am mid-afternoon, watching the TV with subtitles on so I don’t wake her. I’ve made reservations at one of my favourite restaurants tonight, it’s not even particularly fancy, in fact it’s pretty low-key.
‘James…’
Glancing down, I watch as she runs her hand along her body, settling finally between her legs. I can’t help but smirk when I realise that she’s still asleep.
‘Mhmmm,’ she whimpers.
I turn the TV off, unable to ignore the hardening of my dick in my boxers. Just hearing my name on her lips does things to me I didn’t think possible. It’s one thing knowing a woman wants you when she’s awake, but in her dreams, that’s when her deepest desires surface. Knowing this clever, funny, candle-making woman craves me, is filling me with a long-lost feeling. Something I’ve avoided for a long time.
Candles…that reminds me.
I gently move from the bed and wander into the hall to find the pile of post my housekeeper has left for me and there are the wax melts I ordered from Beth. Since I only used my initials on the order there was no way she would expect it to be me. Not that I have any use for them, I’ll end up donating them to a hospice or nursing home, but it seems like the right thing to do. If it helps support her and keeps her busy, it’s the least she deserves. The sound of footsteps behind me causes me to drop the package back on to the console table, pushing it out of sight.
‘You’re awake?’ I ask.
‘Looks like it.’ She wraps her arms around her body protectively, and it makes me want to take her back to bed and remind her how amazing her body is.
‘How were your sex dreams?’
‘I-I…don’t know what you’re talking about,’ she stammers.
I brush past her and her body tenses. Trailing closely behind me, she follows me into the bedroom.
‘James? What sex dreams?’ Her eyes flick back and forth nervously between me and the bed.
