“You’re gorgeous, Emma. Why you’re nervous I have no clue. You’re so fucking sexy.” Just from the sight of her, I’m hard and I want to prove it to her. I take her hand and place it on my erection. Her eyes go wide as they find mine. “See what you do to me, baby? You make me so fucking hard, just standing there. So don’t you ever for one moment feel self-conscious around me. Okay?”
She nods and then a wicked gleam flashes in her eyes. Hand still on my cock, she lightly squeezes. Oh fuck, it feels like my eyes roll in the back of my head just from the small touch. She literally has no idea what she does to me.
“Careful what you start, Emma, if you don’t plan on finishing it,” I breathe out.
Stepping away, she drops her thong to the ground and then slips her hand past the shower curtain to test the water. Clearly pleased with the temperature, she slips in but not before she says, “Joining me?”
Hell yeah.
I strip down in two seconds and slip past the shower curtain where I’m greeted by a very wet Emma. Her head moves slowly under the shower as water runs down her body. I follow the rivulets tumble past her breasts, to her flat stomach and all the way down her legs.
Hell . . .
“Are you trying to torture me?”
She pops her eyes open and smiles. When she looks down, she sees my cock straining for her touch. She glances up at me, almost like she’s asking for permission, before she steps out of the water and reaches for my erection. She strokes me, lightly, curving her hand up and over the tip. I watch her small hand work me, loving how she has a rhythm, a reason for everything she’s doing. When her other hand cups my balls, I groan louder than expected as pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Babe, slow down.”
She doesn’t listen. No, her strokes become tighter, harder, longer.
“Fuck, Emma . . .” My breathing becomes labored, my legs start to shake, and with every squeeze of my balls, I can feel my impending orgasm.
“I want to see you come,” she says. “I want to see how I make you feel.”
I had other plans for us in this shower, but I can’t deny her request, not when she looks at me with those passion-filled eyes.
Shit. I’ll have to revert to plan B.
I place one hand against the tiled wall to steady myself and lace the other through her hair as I say, “Then make me come.”
Pleased, her grip grows tighter, making me pop up on my toes with each stroke. I grind my teeth together, loving the pull she has on me, the way I feel in her hands. Fuck, she’s so damn good at this. When she rolls my balls in the palm of her hand and squeezes the tip of my dick, my legs almost give out on me as everything turns black. I climb so high that when I fall over the edge with one final stroke, I come so hard in her hand that I feel like I’m about to fall to the tiled floor.
A roar rips from me, her hand a vise on my balls, my hips pumping feverously as I expel every last ounce inside me. The water washes away my cum, but when I open my eyes to look at Emma, I can see she’s completely and utterly satisfied. Magnificent.
Leisurely, she moves her hand over my dick as the other presses against my beating heart. “One touch from you, Tucker, and I’ll be coming on your hand. That was so hot. I need you to take care of the ache you’ve put between my legs.” No way in hell I could deny that request. Not from this girl.
Catching my breath, I watch her wiggle next to me, searching release. “How wet are you?”
“So wet. So ready. Fuck me, Tucker.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “This coming from the girl who not a short while ago was afraid to be naked with me in the daylight.”
She shrugs and runs her finger over my jaw, her nail trailing along the scruff. “You make me feel beautiful.”
I cup her face and look her in the eyes. “You are beautiful, Emma.”
With that, I push her under the water and then against the wall. The shower sprays off my back as I raise both of her hands above her head and clasp them against the wall with one of mine. She smiles brightly, knowing what’s coming next.
“Spread your legs.” She does as she’s told so I finger the outside of her pussy. “You want relief, right here?”
She nods. “Yes.” Her voice is but a whisper. “I need it, Tucker.”
“Tell me, Emma,” I move my mouth over her cheeks, down her jaw, to her neck, and then nip at her nipples, “Is your clit hard for me?”
I clamp down on one of her nipples just as she says, “God, yes.”
Knowing I don’t have all morning, I move my hand down to her pussy where she groans from the contact and start rubbing her clit with my thumb as I insert two fingers inside her. She gasps from the insertion, pauses momentarily, but then relaxes and lets me work my hand as I play with her nipples in my mouth.
Her hips rotate against my hand and as the hot water pelts me, and I take in the moment when her pussy clenches around my fingers and she pants my name while her orgasm eclipses her stunning face. I love how vocal she is. It’s sexy as hell.
She starts to fall from the clouds as she goes limp against the wall. I scoop her up and bring her under the water to warm up her body. She rests her head against my chest and hugs my waist as the shower splashes around us. It’s a personal and intimate moment, one I’ve never experienced. It’s us. Emma and Tucker. Honestly? I want to soak it all in because this right here, this makes me happy. My beautiful, incredible Emma makes me happy.
***
“Why are you smiling?”
I point to my chest. “I’m not smiling, you’re smiling.”
Emma sits on the counter, her wet hair tied up in a bun, an oversized shirt covering her otherwise naked body, and a cup of coffee in her hands. She’s smiling like a fool as she watches me make the eggs she requested when we were drying off from our shower. Unlike her, I need to get to work so fucking Julius doesn’t go off on one of his egotistical rants.
“I’m not smiling,” she lies as she tries to hide her smirk behind her coffee cup, her Monday coffee cup.
I set the spatula down on the stove, fuck spoon rests, and saunter over to her. I situate myself between her legs and place my hands on her thighs.
“You’re smiling and I can guess two reasons why.” I hold up my fingers as I count them off. “Sex in the shower and me eating you out on the sink.” I couldn’t help it; I needed to taste her one more time before I left her.
“Did anyone ever tell you you’re a cocky son of a bitch?” She puts her coffee cup on the counter and runs her hands over my shoulders.
“Thick dicks are usually cocky, babe,” I tease, garnering an eye-roll from her and a chuckle from me.
“Oh my God, I hate you.”
“Nah, you don’t hate me. You like my dick way too much.”
“Eh.” She shrugs and then says, “Now your tongue, that I can keep around.”
“Hey,” my brows knit together, “you’re going to give my dick a complex.”
She pats my crotch gently. “He’ll just have to prove himself tonight. Show me he’s the better muscle.” She rubs her hands together. “Tongue versus dick, I wonder who’s going to win.”
I laugh and rub her thighs. “Sounds like you’re the winner in the end.”
She gives me an adorable smile. “Yeah, pretty much.”
I shake my head and kiss her quickly on the forehead before going back to the eggs. “You’re sex-crazed.”