“No, but the feeling is mutual,” I tell her, sliding my hands down her naked back before pushing her pants and panties down. When she’s naked, I slip out of my jeans and lead her to the bathroom.
The shower heats up fast and I urge her to climb in, then follow her and pull the curtain closed behind us. She lets out a long sigh as she tilts her face up beneath the spray. Behind her, I squeeze body wash into my palm and lather up, then spread the suds over her shoulders and begin working my thumbs into her muscles from the top down.
“Oh. My. God. That feels good.”
I slide my soapy hands around her belly and pull her against me, spreading the suds up to her breasts. She leans her head back on my shoulder, turning just enough to graze lips along the scruff beneath my jaw. When I swirl the suds in tightening circles around the tips of her breasts, she moans.
Dropping my hands to her hips, I turn her, and she immediately wraps her arms around me, leaning in to kiss me. I lose myself in the feel of her wet, naked body, my erection trapped tight between us. She tilts her hips, pressing even tighter, and I groan and pull back, giving her a soft smack on the ass.
“Rinse off, I’ve got an agenda.”
She pouts. “What, no shower sex?”
I chuckle. “This is only the beginning. Trust me.”
We rinse and dry and head back to the bed. “On your belly,” I say.
She crawls on and sighs as she lies down, a pillow clutched in both arms beneath her head.
“No dozing off, okay? I want you to feel everything.”
“I’m only slightly more desperate for your rock star dick than I am for sleep. I think I’m good.”
Laughing, I step back into the bathroom for one more thing before climbing onto the bed to straddle her hips. My dick is achingly hard now, and it’s tempting to just haul her hips up and plunge into her, but a little delayed gratification isn’t going to hurt.
I reposition her damp braid over her shoulder, then tip the bottle of baby oil up and drizzle a line right down her spine, all the way to the cleft of her ass. She giggles softly.
“Tickles,” she murmurs into the pillow.
“Oh yeah? How ’bout this?” I set the bottle down, then with both hands begin spreading the oil over her skin. I start at her shoulders and neck, moving slowly and methodically as I dig my thumbs and knuckles into her tense muscles. She lets out an incoherent groan.
“I take it that’s a happy noise.”
More incoherent noises drift up from the pillow, but I can see the corner of her mouth curled into a smile of abject bliss.
I take my time with her back, working my way down. When I reach the center, I lower my hips until my balls press against the underside of her ass and my hard dick is aligned with the cleft between her cheeks. It’s the softest contact, but she tilts her hips up and lets out a soft shudder.
Wetness coats the skin where my balls rest, and I’m almost sure it isn’t just water from the shower, but I’m intent on taking my time. I slow the massage as I move even lower, digging my thumbs into her low back for a little longer before grazing lower. Splaying both hands across the backs of her hips with my thumbs in the center, I glide them down inch by inch, tracing the line of her spine down to her tailbone. She’s still slick with the baby oil I drizzled into her crack, and she spreads her legs just a fraction.
My entire body is on fire with need, but I’m all about drawing this out right now. I clutch both her ass cheeks gently and spread them just enough to slot my cock between, then tilt my hips back, then forward, dragging the length of my cock up and down between her cheeks, sliding along her oil-coated skin.
“Mason,” she breathes.
“Good or bad?” I ask, almost breathless myself from desire.
“So good. I need you.”
“I’m not done yet.”
It’s an effort of will to move away, but I do. I retrieve the oil and pour a little into my hand, then kneel between her knees. Her sweet pussy glistens with arousal in the dim light, and her ass flexes and releases as if she seeks relief by squeezing the muscles.
“Relax, baby,” I murmur as I rub my oily hands together then slide them over her ass cheeks. I massage in slow circles, spreading her open a little more with each stroke, grazing my thumbs between, closer and closer to her core. She lifts her hips and spreads her legs wider, opening up to me.
I swallow hard, second-guessing my plan because my dick aches to the point of pain now, but I want to see how far I can go. I slide one hand a little lower, grazing my thumb against her opening. She’s soaked, her arousal slick and hot beneath the pad of my thumb as I keep stroking lower.
With my other thumb, I gather the oil at the peak of her ass crack and stroke down, stopping right at her puckered hole. I rub in a light circle until she flexes and releases again with a moan.
“Do you want more?” My voice grates out like gravel and she shivers a little under my touch.
“Please,” she whispers, pushing up into my touch again. I love how desperate she gets, both hands clutching the pillows so hard her knuckles turn white. So I give her more.
I slide the fingers of one hand through her slick folds and find her clit. At the
