“Mmmm, I like it when bossy Luke comes out to play,” I say as I turn around.
I expect him to remove the cling wrap from my hair. Instead, his arm circles my waist, and he pulls me back so our bodies press together. Pressing his erection against me, he growls into my ear, “Do you really think you’ve already met bossy Luke?”
I shudder.
Oh, God, I need bossy Luke in my life.
Before I can reply, he reaches up and takes the cling wrap off my hair. He then slides a hand over my shoulder and down my front to rest against my chest. His other hand glides along my collarbone to grip my throat. He then moves it up my neck so he can tilt my head back into the water.
“Close your eyes,” he orders.
I do as I’m told and he proceeds to wash the dye from my hair. I never thought the act of hair washing could be so sensual, but Luke creates his own sexual art. His hand resting against my chest slides down to cup my breast, and he massages me the whole time he rinses my hair. Every now and then, he circles his hips and grinds his erection against me. And with my head resting against his shoulder, he takes the opportunity to kiss my neck as often as he can.
I decide to dye my hair every week. At least once a week, if not more. And I’ll invite Luke over to wash it out. The man has skills.
When he’s finished, he spins me around. His hands cup my face, and he kisses me as if he can’t get enough from me. I feel the same way.
“You need to condition my hair now,” I say after his lips leave mine.
“Would that be before or after I spend some time on your body?” He’s asking this question as if there’s even a choice.
I grip his biceps to steady myself because at the rate he’s going, my legs may give way. “I’ll let you decide.”
His hands move down to hold my throat. His thumbs circle the skin where they meet in the middle. I listen as his breaths come faster, matching mine.
Time stretches out; a long, desperate moment where two people begin to shed their skin and come together.
Finally.
Completely.
Absolutely.
His eyes hold mine for that moment until eventually he looks down to watch as he traces both my breasts. His gaze then trails his hands as they slowly make their way down my body. Every inch of my skin is memorised on his journey. By the time he’s kneeling in front of me, every nerve ending has been lit with a scorching want that I need him to take care of.
His hands glide up my legs and push them apart. He looks up and finds my eyes, holding them as he leans forward to run his tongue over my clit. My hand shoots out to lean against the tiled wall. The intense shot of pleasure he delivers almost causes me to lose my balance.
His eyes never leave mine.
Always watching.
Seeing.
Focused.
His tongue runs circles over my clit.
Over and over.
And over.
My head rolls back, and I bite my lip as the waves of pleasure crash over me.
I’m so close.
Luke’s tongue is unrelenting in his chase of my orgasm. When both his hands grip my ass, and he presses his face against my pussy, I shudder. A moan escapes my lips as he begins to expertly move me towards that place I crave.
So close.
Oh, God, so damn close.
He grips me harder.
His lips and tongue suck and lick, and then he pushes a finger inside me, and brilliant light bursts right in front of me.
I come apart.
I hold my breath as I bask in the bliss.
I’m drowning.
Going under.
The pleasure is too much.
Too intense.
My legs can’t hold me up.
My body can’t hold my heart.
It’s bursting.
I’m falling.
Falling for Luke.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says as his arms envelope me.
I’m floating.
Luke’s caught me.
He’ll never let me drown.
He’s got me.
I open my eyes and find myself looking into his green eyes. Water drips down his face as his tongue sweeps across his lips and all I can do is stare at his masculine beauty.
His warm breath floats across my skin when he asks, “Can we skip the conditioner tonight?”
“I take it you’ve got a better option.”
His arms tighten around me, and his hands move down to hold my ass. Leaning his face closer to mine, he growls, “Baby, I’ve always got better ideas than washing hair.”
I smile and bite my lip. “I’m pretty sure you’ve given a whole new meaning to washing hair tonight, Luke. Anytime you wanna come over and wash hair, I’m up for it.”
“Only if it involves my mouth on your pussy.”
I loop my hands behind his neck and kiss him. He tastes like me, and I love that. I also love that he wants more of my taste. When I draw apart, I say, “I’m open to that pretty much every day.”
He kisses my neck, sucking hard in one spot, before saying, “We need to move this to the bedroom. I wanna spread you out and start all over again.”
Yes.
All. The. Yeses.
Luke Hardy can spread me out and start all over again anytime he wants.
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