‘Ah … God.’ Brandon sounded strangled as she got to her knees in front of him and engulfed him with her mouth. His hand found her hair and stroked it back from her face.
His body shielded her from most of the spray and the cloth buffeted her knees from the shower’s rough tile floor. She could spend an hour here, sucking and licking and tasting and stroking … but she didn’t think she could last that long. He probably couldn’t, either, not based on the familiar noises leaking from his throat or the way he was pushing into her mouth.
God, she loved sucking him. For all the times Brandon spent on his knees, worshipping her, there were just as many moments Leah found herself at his feet. She licked his shaft now, then sucked gently at the head while she cupped his balls. Her thumb stroked backwards, along the seam of his sac, and he widened his stance automatically to give her free rein to anyplace she wanted to touch him. Fuck, she loved that, too, that he was so open to anything she ever wanted …
‘Wider,’ she said from around his cock.
He obeyed, putting one hand to the wall to steady himself. His other hand rested lightly on her head. Water spattered on the back of her neck as she took him down her throat, working his cock with her lips and tongue and just barely scraping her teeth along the shaft as she moved. Her fingers played along his balls and perineum, toying with his ass.
He grunted. His cock throbbed. He was close, maybe a minute or two away from coming, if she kept this up.
‘Towels,’ she told him.
He knew just what she meant. The towels, decadently thick, fell as Brandon jerked them off the rack. Leah spread them quickly, making sure not to block the drain. She turned onto her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him. ‘Now.’
He got behind her, his hands on her hips. Sometimes fucking in the shower could be a problem, but not tonight. Leah was so slick, so ready, he slid inside her smoothly. She cried out as he filled her all the way to her core. In this position the water rained on them both but didn’t threaten to drown them. Leah put her head down to the cushion of soft terrycloth and pressed her ass higher, harder against him.
‘Fuck me,’ she said, her voice shaking.
He moved inside her, slowly at first though she knew he had to be craving speed. Delicious friction built as she matched his rhythm. His cock skidded across her G-spot, and when he reached around to press his fingers to her clit, Leah’s body jerked.
It was all perfect, the timing right. He knew how to move, how to touch her, and all she had to do was let go and let him. He thrust deeper as his fingers circled. And he spoke to her, a long, low stream of words designed to push every single one of her hot-buttons.
Leah had had countless orgasms in her life, each different and miraculous, and every time her body filled with that ecstasy, she wondered how she might stand it. If it would not, indeed, splinter her to pieces. But now, this time, with Brandon urging her towards climax, all she could do was revel in being torn apart.
She came saying his name. His hoarse, low shout told her he’d joined her. Brandon stroked deep inside her a few more times, then slowed, then stopped. The water beat down around them, sounding much louder now that she wasn’t blinded and deafened by desire.
Leah stretched as he withdrew, her body tingling in all the right places. Brandon helped her to her feet and kissed her under the spray. Leah laughed, light-hearted and loving it.
‘Someday we’ll take a shower together and not have sex,’ she said.
‘I hope not,’ Brandon replied seriously.
Actually, she hoped not, too. She told him so as he soaped her back, and she told him about the older woman at the Thunder From Down Under show. He told her about the strippers who could hang upside down by their thigh muscles as she washed him in return. And then as the water rinsed them free of suds, he kissed her again.
He led her from the shower and dried her with a fresh soft towel. Pampering her. He took her to the bedroom and bundled them both between the sheets, where Leah settled back between his legs, against his chest, while they watched very bad late-night television and Brandon combed her hair carefully free of every tangle.
They talked, too, about everything. And nothing. And Leah once again thought how simple it was to talk to him, how he understood her even when she didn’t make sense, and how she didn’t need to ask him to know what he felt.
When they made love again, slower this time, the pinkish light of morning had begun seeping in around the blinds. After, he pulled her against him, spooning, and, though Leah knew there was more to say, there would always be more to say to him. And also, if she were the smart woman she pretended to be to the rest of the world, she’d give Brandon the time to say it.
Brandon knew the sound of Leah sleeping as well as he knew everything else about her. So when her breathing slowed and her body went limp in his arms, he stopped talking. He pressed his face into the softness of her hair. He nuzzled her neck. He smiled to himself when she murmured and shifted, pressing herself against him even in her sleep. They hadn’t talked about marriage, but that was OK. Tomorrow. Or the next day. Hell.
He was willing to wait.
13
‘WELL, HELLO THERE, stranger.’ Kate smirked at the handsome, sexy and tipsy man standing in the
