He kissed her again. ‘I think I could live in a shower like that.’
‘Take off the rest of your clothes,’ Leah told him. Her heart skipped as her voice lowered and he responded by sliding his tongue over his bottom lip. ‘Turn on the water first so it gets hot. And let me see you get naked for me.’
He nodded and turned on the faucet, then stepped out of the spray to face her. Leah, still fully dressed, leant her ass against the marble countertop. Her jeans, which should’ve felt way too tight anyway, considering the buffet meals she and Kate had consumed, rubbed insistently between her legs as she crossed them at the ankle. Watching him. Knowing he got off on this as much as she would.
As steam started swirling from behind the glass brick, Brandon reached over his shoulder to pull his T-shirt over his head. He threw it to the floor without looking at it. He wore leather work boots without laces or a zipper, shoes she’d have had to sit to pull off, but Brandon didn’t falter, just stood on one foot at a time to yank them off.
‘I am so impressed,’ she murmured. ‘You didn’t even lose your balance.’
‘I’m tricky that way.’
‘Uh huh.’ Heat bloomed in her belly and lower down. Leah shifted and the seam of her jeans pressed her clit. She wore cotton boy brief panties, nothing especially sexy, but the soft fabric felt damp on her pussy, and no wonder. Watching him strip for her, at her command, had her hot and wet.
Brandon put his hand on the button of his jeans and paused, gaze locked on hers, before he tugged it open. He notched his zipper down. Click, click, click. Then he hooked his fingers into the denim and shoved the jeans down to step out of them. His black cotton boxer-briefs hugged his package. He looked like an underwear model.
‘God, your legs are seven miles long,’ Leah said, admiring his tight calves and thighs, covered with crisp dark hair. ‘Did you get taller in the past few days?’
He laughed. ‘Why don’t you come over here and measure me, find out?’
‘Take off the briefs, Brandon.’
He did, slowly, and stood before her totally naked and sporting an erection that made her crave the taste of him again. He didn’t stroke it, perhaps waiting for her to order him to do it. That thought sent another bolt of desire through her.
‘Did you do what I told you to do? While I was gone?’
His smile faded a little and she wanted to take it back so neither of them were reminded of the reasons she’d left in the first place. But then he nodded. ‘Yes. You know I did.’
‘Let me see you,’ Leah breathed. ‘Show me how it was.’
He hesitated for only a bare second before stepping into the water. The glass bricks distorted his figure, but didn’t block his groan of sheer pleasure as the hot water surrounded him. Leah slid open the buttons of her blouse as she moved forwards to stand in the shower’s walk-in doorway. Brandon, facing the water, had put his face directly under the spray to let the water sluice over his body.
‘We need a shower like this,’ he said.
‘Show me,’ she repeated.
And he did. First a slow, downwards stroke, almost thoughtful. Like he wasn’t sure what he meant to do. Then another. Then he widened his stance and jutted his hips forwards, just a little, to let the water hit that beautiful cock as he started to stroke it in earnest.
Leah took off her shirt and draped it over the edge of the sunken whirlpool tub, big enough for two, just past the shower. Her jeans came next, less gracefully but faster than Brandon had doffed his, but then she didn’t have an audience, either. His eyes were closed, lost in the sensations of his hand on his cock.
Leah stripped out of her bra and panties as she watched him shift the pattern of his strokes. She loved to watch him jerk himself off – it was intimate and sexy and she always learnt something new about him – but she also loved to be the one to get him off. Whether it was with her hand, her mouth, inside her body, or if it was just from the power of her words as she talked him through it, Leah liked that power over him. Craved it, as a matter of fact.
She was so lucky, she thought, as Brandon opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to watch her watching him. That she’d found a man who could give her what she wanted and be so comfortable with it. More than comfortable, as turned on by it as she was. She was so fucking lucky, and what had she done but almost squander it? And why? Because she was worried about … what?
Nothing.
She had everything right before her that she’d ever wanted and everything she’d ever need. Leah stepped into the shower and reached around him to twist the faucet for the aromatherapy jets, and soft steam scented with lavender hissed out. Another fiddle with the faucet and the second showerhead began to spray, along with the row of pulsing massage jets jutting from the wall.
‘Wow.’ Brandon’s voice had gone hoarse with pleasure. ‘Just … wow.’
Leah laughed and pressed herself against him, her cheek on his back. She reached around to cup his balls. ‘Don’t stop.’
He’d paused at her touch but now his hand took up the stroking again. But Leah was no longer satisfied with watching Brandon make himself come; she had to help him along. ‘Turn around.’
He did. His cock rubbed her belly as they kissed, tongues tangling around the rush of hot water pouring over their faces. Lavender swirled around them as he ground against her wet slick skin. Leah found his cock with her fist and pumped it gently
