He nodded and followed me into the bathroom, grabbing my ass as I bent over to start the water. I turned around to admire him, counting the dips and swells of his well-defined abs. Eight of them. I’d never seen anyone in person with an eight-pack. His strong arms folded over his chest, the veins cording through his muscles a delicious sight.
Once I started the shower, I slid off my shorts and panties, running my teeth nervously over my bottom lip. This was it. No going back after this. Sex changed things, this thing that I couldn’t even define. But, with the way his gaze sent an electric current through my body, I honestly didn’t care how I might regret this in the morning. I needed this feeling more than I needed air at this point. It consumed me, filling me with an energy I’d craved for months.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he surveyed my naked body, and his hands shook a little when he removed his shorts. We stood there, the moment suspended in a bubble of an alternate dimension, one where I felt appreciated and worthwhile. With Ryan, my whole world felt like skydiving without a parachute. And if I didn’t tread carefully, I’d smash into the cold, hard earth.
“Come here.” He pulled me into an embrace and smoothed his hand down my hair. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered into my ear.
How did he always know the right words to say? Most guys I’d dated resorted to silence in moments like this or saying something totally douche-bag. My insides liquefied, my body melting into his. I ran my hands over his chest and down his arms, appreciating the firm muscles under every inch of skin. “So are you.”
He guided me into the shower, the warm spray running over our bodies, a swirl of colors trailing to the drain. I went to remove my braids to rinse out the paint when Ryan’s hand stopped me. “Don’t. I like them.”
He took my braids in his hand and lightly tugged, guiding my head to the side as he kissed down my neck. His tongue flicked over my nipple before he took it in his mouth. A groan escaped as my body temperature climbed, heat pooling deep in my belly. His fingers spanned across the small of my back, pulling me closer. The fingers that wrote notes that made me smile. The ones that caressed my cheek in a way that made my heart threaten to take flight out of my chest.
His hand let go of my braids as he cupped both of my breasts, his mouth giving attention to one nipple while his thumb attended to the other. He kissed down my stomach and kneeled in front of me, looking up at me through impossibly long blond lashes, blue eyes blazing. He nudged my thigh. “Spread your legs.”
My shaky legs obliged. He smoothed his hands up and down my thighs and ran his tongue across his lower lip. He moved in closer and took one long lick up my center. I shuddered and grabbed the wall behind me for support. My knees threatened to buckle at any second. He swirled his tongue along my clit and slid a finger inside me. He crooked his finger, hitting my spot, sending waves of liquid heat through me. When he added a second finger, I cried out, knocking a bottle of shampoo off the rack as my arm flailed. The build between my legs intensified, seconds away from climax. I wanted him. Needed all of him. More than just his tongue and fingers. I needed that connection, to know he felt this, too.
“Please. Ryan.”
He stopped, took his fingers out, and sat back on his heels. “Yes?”
The sudden removal of all pleasure pushed me over the edge.
Now. Needed him now. “Fuck me.”
He smiled and gave another swirl with his tongue across my center.
“Please,” I cried out.
“I love it when you beg.”
He stood up and flipped me around, my hands braced against the shower wall.
Ryan exited the shower. He grabbed a condom from his pants in the hallway, quickly rolled it on, and returned his hands to my body. “I told you next time you were bent over, I’d fuck you. I make good on all my promises.”
I leaned over farther, pressing into his erection. He guided his dick to my center and in one movement he was inside, filling me. A moan escaped, and I pressed farther into him, taking every delicious inch.
“Tell me how much you want this.” He pulled on my braids and thrust into me again, sending me climbing closer to my release.
“So,” I said. He slammed into me, taking my breath away. “Fucking.” He pulled out and slowly slid in this time, He pulled out and slowly slid in this time, my center tightening around every delicious inch. “Bad.”