“I have a long list.”
“We have all the time in the world, and we don’t have to get to it all tonight. Pick something from your list.”
“How about we start in the shower—together?”
He liked where this was going.
“Sure.”
She got up, took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom.
“After all, we need to wash off all that chlorine.” She lifted her tank top off, then popped the clasp on her bra and let it fall to the floor, baring her gorgeous breasts.
“Of course.” He drew his shirt off and added it to the pile, watching her shimmy out of her shorts and underwear while he shed the rest of his clothes.
He turned on the shower, setting the water temperature, then stepped in, taking her hand and drawing her in with him. There were jets on both sides of the wall, so they were both getting wet.
Katrina tilted her head back, wetting her hair. Grant grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured some in his hand.
“Turn around.”
She did, and he slid the shampoo in her hair, coating the strands before moving back up to massage her scalp.
“Mmm, that feels good.”
What felt good was the sound of her voice as he washed her hair. Just touching her like this—even in a nonsexual way—got him hard. Slipping his fingers through every strand of her hair, rubbing his fingers across her head, everything about her turned him on.
“Rinse.”
She did, and he grabbed conditioner, coating the strands of her hair with it, rubbing it into the ends of her hair.
She half turned to look at him. “I probably shouldn’t ask this, but how do you know so much about washing and conditioning a woman’s hair?”
He gave her a half smile. “I have a little sister. I got stuck babysitting now and then when she was small and had to give her a bath. Conditioner doesn’t go on the top of the head.”
She nodded. “It’s good for guys to learn these things.”
“That’s what my mom said.”
She rinsed her hair, then turned around. “Now it’s my turn.”
She soaped up her hands, and washed his hair. This was something new for him.
“I don’t think a woman has ever washed my hair—other than when I go to the hair place and they cut it.”
“Then the women you’ve been with are stupid.”
She was tall, so he only had to bend a little for her to get the shampoo on his head. And oh, man, he liked her hands on his head and in his hair. She knew not to treat his head gently. She massaged his head hard, really digging in and it felt great, especially when she used her thumbs at the back of his neck.
“I might have to ask you to give me a massage,” he said. “You have very good hands.”
“I think we could arrange that. As long as we’re naked.” She slid her soapy hand around and stroked his cock, making him suck in a breath. Now that she could do for a very long time and he wouldn’t complain at all.
“Yeah, that kind of a massage. It feels good to have your hand on me.”
“Like this? With long strokes?”
He swallowed, lost in the feel of her hand wrapped around him.
“Yes.”
“We’ll get back to that in a minute. Rinse your hair.”
He enjoyed this side of her, when she was relaxed and playful.
He rinsed his hair, and when he opened his eyes she had the bottle of body wash.
“How about you wash me now?”
Grant was looking forward to this. He poured body wash onto his hands and rubbed them together, forming a lather. He started on her back, massaging her muscles as he soaped her up, taking in the sounds of her moans, which only made his dick throb harder.
And when he slid one finger between her buttocks, she leaned forward and palmed the wall of the shower, letting out a low moan.
“That feels good,” she said.
He moved in closer. “Does it?” He moved one hand around and cupped her sex, rubbing back and forth until her breath caught, while teasing her anus with his finger.
“Oh. Oh, God, yes. Keep doing that. Keep touching me there.”
Now they were getting somewhere. He was learning what she liked, what turned her on, and she was driving him crazy. He wanted to be inside her so badly he was ready to explode.
But right now he wanted her to explode.
He kept up the movements of his hands, sliding a finger inside her * while using the heel of his hand to make contact with her clit and using a gentle back and forth motion across her anus.
“I want—”
She didn’t finish, but he knew, so he slid the tip of his finger into her ass.
“Oh, yes. That’s what I want. All the way in.”
He loved that she gave him direction, that she told him what she needed.
He pushed his finger inside her anus, while thrusting his finger into her * and increasing the pressure on her clit.