Running his hands down her arms, he lifted her hands and placed them against the tile.
“Stay right there, Bailey.”
Squirting her body wash in his palm, he soaped her entire body from behind, slicking over her arms, shoulders, breasts, stomach, moving to her back and ass, down her legs and feet, coming back up her legs to her pussy and the cleft of her ass.
She was shaking.
As he pulled her under the water, he roamed his hands over her to make sure all the soap was rinsed away, paying special attention to her breasts and mound.
Once he was satisfied, he turned her to his chest and stroked over the back of her body in the same manner, squeezing and separating the globes of her ass in his huge hands.
He set her back against the wall away from him while he grabbed a bar of soap and washed his body. When he realized she was following his hand he smiled hungrily.
“Bailey, you look positively enthralled. Are you wet?” She nodded her head. “I’m so fucking hard I’m starting to hurt.”
Staring at his cock, she whispered, “You should stroke off so I can watch, Hart.” The instant the words left her lips, her eyes went wide in embarrassment, and she pulled her lip between her teeth.
Tossing the soap in the dish, Hart boxed her against the tile with his hands on either side of her. His voice was rough. “You want to watch me stroke my dick, Bailey?”
Her golden skin pinked lightly and he knew she considered changing her request, laughing it off, or even outright denying what she wanted.
She took a deep breath, which did beautiful things to her breasts. “I want that more than I can possibly tell you, Hart.” Swallowing hard, she asked, “No one has ever asked you to do that?” He shook his head slowly and pressed the front of his body to hers.
“I’ve always been curious. I’ve accidentally seen you naked but I never caught you stroking yourself.” Her hand slid down his side and between them to trace her fingertips along his length.
Her soft fingers on his bare cock scrambled his brain for a moment.
She ducked under his arm and sat on the bench. Spreading her knees so he could step between them, he was enthralled by the caramel folds of her pussy.
Hart moved to her slowly, his shaft jutting powerfully from his body, and when he was within touching distance, Bailey leaned forward and took the head between her lips.
His palms slapped loudly against the tile above her and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming.
“I want to watch your hand move up and down your cock even more than I want to suck you right now.” Her brown eyes lifted to his. “I admit that I really want that as well.”
Chapter Twelve
Without taking his eyes off her face, Hart wrapped his fist around his length and began a slow stroking rhythm. Bailey’s eyes tracked the movement. Her lips parted and her nipples pebbled even further.
“Play with your nipples, Bailey. You have gorgeous breasts.” Shaking hands lifted to cup the firm mounds and her fingers brushed over the dark pink tips. “Just like that…roll your nipples between your fingers.”
When she reacted instantly, he felt as if the back of his head might explode. The entire experience was surreal. He wanted everything at the same time. To consume her and make her his.
“I want to taste you, Bailey.” She pulled her eyes from his dick in surprise. “You’re wet, aren’t you?” She nodded. “Show me. Let me taste you.”
One hand slid down her body and she settled her fingers over her folds almost shyly.
“Touch yourself, play with yourself.” Nibbling her lower lip, she began a delicate circling over her clit. “Fucking beautiful.” His fist pumped a little faster at the sight. Something he’d only dreamed about before now. “Put your fingers inside your pussy, let me see how wet you are.”
The hand still on her breast tightened in response and she pinched the nipple firmly.
Two fingers moved lower and thrust into her body. She was so wet he could hear it. Hart watched her for a few seconds and murmured hoarsely, “Let me taste.”
She lifted her hand and he ducked to take the slick fingers in his mouth. Sucking gently, he let her flavor explode on his tongue and knew he’d eat her pussy for a long time when he finally got his mouth between her legs.
Hart moaned and released her fingers. “Bailey, you’re delicious. Will you make yourself come for me? It will hold me over until I can taste you myself, sucking that pretty clit, and fucking my tongue into that lovely pussy.”
A small whimper drifted from her and he smiled hungrily. His balls felt so tight they were painful. It took everything inside him to hold back his release, to play with her like this.
“You look like you’re close already, Bailey. Are you?” She nodded and returned her hand between her thighs, her fingers circling tightly over her clit. “I’ve never wanted to come so bad in my life. I never imagined myself doing this for anyone.”
His fist moved firmly up and down his thick erection and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Bailey’s eyes focused on his as she stuck out her tongue and licked the pre-come from the head of his dick with a moaning sigh.
“Better than I imagined. I’m coming, Hart.”
He stood between her legs and they flexed against him as the orgasm hit her forcefully. Her hands tightened on her nipple and over her clit and he knew he’d never seen anything so beautiful as Bailey giving herself to pleasure.
It was too much for his control. The first jet of his come landed on her breast and short-circuited his ability to think. His eyes were mesmerized by the sight of his semen splattering onto her skin and he groaned through the painful release.
Bailey absently rubbed his come over her nipples and took his cock in her mouth as he stroked himself to completion. She sucked hard, milking him, while she swallowed around him.
“Suck me fucking dry. Fuck, yes…”
When he’d given her everything he had – including his soul, he exhaled hard, and she released him with a soft pop. He pulled her roughly to her feet, turned her into the spray, and rinsed her.
Shutting off the water, he yanked her into his arms and lifted her off her feet. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and it was so natural to have her with him this way.
He took a couple of towels with him to the bedroom but didn’t waste time drying them off. He walked wet and naked through the house to his bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he used one of the towels to dry her hair. She stared at him as he dried sections by squeezing them in his hands. Hart realized how domestic the action was and loved how it made him feel.
Bailey looked terrified.
He stroked the towel over her back and shoulders. She reached out to run her fingers over his short soft hair.
Quietly, she said, “Your hair is starting to curl, Hart. So soft and pretty…you’ll probably have it cut tomorrow now that I said something.”
He held her on his lap and simply watched her face. He felt like he was seeing all of her in a new light and it humbled him. His perusal made her fidget in his arms.
“Please don’t tell me you have regrets already? I expected them tomorrow but not during…”
Tough as nails, is how Bailey had described herself earlier. In every other aspect of her life, maybe she was. He understood for the first time that he’d always had the ability to hurt her, to break her, as no one else could.
He was ashamed that he’d done both during their history together; when he was too young and dick dumb to treat her right. She deserved so much more. He had every intention of showing her exactly how he could use that ability to protect her.
To love her the way she deserved to be loved.
“Bailey, I need you to stop talking and psycho-analyzing me for just a minute.” There was a small frown between her eyes and he smiled. “You’ve always been quicker verbally than me, Bailey. This time, I need you to let me think before I speak.
I say the wrong things when I don’t. Things I don’t mean, that hurt you.”
He pulled her closer and felt her ankles cross at his low back. She wasn’t tiny but compared to him, she felt that way. His arm covered most of her back and one hand lifted to smooth her hair away from her face.
“You are even more beautiful than I ever realized.”
“Hart…”
He shook his head. “I’m processing the fact that you’re sitting naked in my lap after the most intimately erotic experience of my life. So just…shush.” Her lips parted and he kissed her silent. When he pulled back, he smiled. “Shush.”
His hands stroked over her face, through her damp hair. Hart maintained eye contact with Bailey as he touched her.
“Am I one of your weaknesses, Bailey?” Her eyes widened and she tensed to get up. She wasn’t going anywhere. “I expected you to do that. I’m glad you’re not physically strong because I plan to hold you captive until we have a nice chat.”
Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips.
“Your mad face is so fucking adorable.” He needed to kiss her and he did, smiling when she wouldn’t open her lips. Rolling their bodies, he pinned her beneath him on the cool sheets, army crawling higher on the bed with her trapped under him.
Then he kissed down her neck and over her shoulder. The moment he felt her begin to relax again, he moved his head to take a nipple in his mouth. She shot up off the bed and his hands wrapped further around her.
Hart scraped his teeth over the tightly puckered tip, sucked her to the roof of his mouth, and licked until she was moaning and clutching his head to her. When he knew she was hypersensitive, he moved to the other breast, slipping his body over hers more than necessary. Her silken thighs locked against his ribcage.
His mouth moved over her torso, kissing and licking at her, his hands holding her to him. Every time a part of her bare body touched part of his, his cock twitched.
He wanted to fuck her hard and raw…he never wanted that.
Planting sucking kisses over her cleavage, he told her, “Bailey…talk to me.”
“Wh…what?”
He moved up her body again, licking her nipples before he settled over her lips. Hart made love to her mouth, his hand moving to her ass, down to her knee, lifting it to his hip and grinding against the cradle of her body, his cock bare against her cleft.
Her hips moved into him, matching his rhythm as he set the same beat with his kiss. Bailey was hot and slick, lubricating his cock with her own fluids as he worked against her.
“I’m struggling. I’m hard for you again and I’ve never wanted someone so much before. Not ever, Bailey. I want to slide my bare dick inside your hot, wet pussy like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. Talk to me, help me be strong.”
Bailey’s hands reached up to stroke his face. She looked at him, into him, and he opened himself to the only woman who’d ever truly loved him as a man. Despite his mistakes, despite the pain he’d caused her, this woman loved him.
Hart let her see who he was and what he’d wanted – but denied himself – for more than a decade.
“You’re the only man I’d ever trust with my body like that, Hart. I want to feel all of you.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
Her hands on his face, her eyes staring deeply into his, he moved in a trance to position the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Slipping just the head inside, he clenched his jaw against the heightened sensation without a condom. Her body was warm, wet, and welcoming.
Every part of her beckoned to him, tempted him as no one ever had.
She was incredibly tight, flexing around him, and he stroked forward firmly, anxious to bury himself as deep as he could get inside her.
He felt the barrier resist his intrusion an instant before it gave way. Bailey winced sharply and Hart froze as his mind fought desperately to comprehend the impossible.
Chapter Thirteen
Closing her eyes, Bailey whispered fiercely, “Don’t say anything, Hartman. You can yell at me later.” This time, he was the one who opened his mouth to speak and she kissed him silent. “Shush. I need this one thing, Hart. Don’t analyze me.”
“Bailey…”
“It’s just sex, Hart. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”
Hart knew better. It wasn’t just sex for either of them. If he’d ever doubted her love for him, this moment would have turned those doubts to ash.
Bailey waited for him to be the first man to make love to her.
He settled into the warmth of her gradually, relaxing his hips when the head of his cock nestled against her womb, a feeling of complete rightness moving through his body.
Letting her adjust to him, he kissed her, caressed her, hugging her tightly to him. When he began to move, his strokes were slow and easy, matching the tempo of his kiss.
He brought her up gently, watching the climax build through her body, her muscles tightening, until she arched into him and whispered his name.
Still he touched and kissed her…for once, in no rush to get off and get out.
When it came to past experiences, Hart knew he’d taken what was offered, what came along easy. All that mattered was a release of the pressure, an easing of the tension.
It was always just sex. No commitment, no expectations of anything beyond a night, never longer than a weekend. He’d fucked women without even knowing their first names, claiming their bodies, and forgetting them the moment he walked out the door. They weren’t allowed at his house, even before Harley and Lexie moved in, because he didn’t like women he was fucking invading his space.
Everything about Bailey was different.
He’d known her since she was a wobbly toddler who had play dates with his sister. They’d gone to the same daycare together while their parents worked. As a Kindergartner missing two front teeth, Hart gave her a set of fake teeth leftover from Halloween to play with and it made her smile.
As a fifth grader when boys started snapping her bra because she was the only ten-year-old with boobs, he’d threatened to pound the worst offenders if they did it again.
When she turned thirteen and her parents forgot her birthday for the second year in a row, his family did a huge barbeque and invited everyone they knew. He’d given her a present. It was the first gift he’d ever bought with his own money.
The day he rounded a corner and saw two boys sexually assaulting her, his only desire was to make them bleed for touching her, for hurting her. That was the first time he’d ever seen her cry and everything in him stretched in her direction.
As he unpacked in his dorm room the first day of college, he found the note she’d hidden in his bag. He hadn’t told anyone how hurt he was that she didn’t come to say goodbye. Opening the personalized, delicate blue stationary that smelled like her, he smiled.
“Hart, I can’t watch you – any of you – leave. It feels like I’ll never see you again. Stupid, I know. I’m so proud of everything you’ve done to get where you are now. I know you’re going to settle into your new life and be a huge success one day. I want that for you. Do me a favor…try not to forget the people who love you. Remember that you always have a home to come back to. Now get out there and be incredible. All my love, Bailey.”
Everything she’d done for Harley, for Lexie, for his parents over the years…never expecting thanks or for anyone to even notice.
The night they won the NBA Championship, he’d stumbled back to his room at the hotel near dawn and found her gift for him. At the time, he didn’t know she was already gone, flying back to LA to avoid making him feel awkward around her.
It was a photo frame with the date of the game and “I knew you would do it” engraved across the front. Three days later, she sent him a photograph of him and his best friends that she bought from one of the sports photographers on the court that night. The framed picture sat on his desk.
Through it all, she loved Hart and waited for him to see her and acknowledge Bailey as a woman,
not as an extension of his sister. All this time, she waited for him to make her first time mean something.
Even if she believed it only meant something to her.
He’d never dreamed she was still a virgin. As sensual as she was, it must have killed her to wait. She was captivating, as he’d seen himself many times.
Bailey writhed beneath him, her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes drifting shut. As her walls fisted around him, her pussy milking him hard, her lower body arched into his, and she came with his name on her lips.
Hart sat back on his knees, taking her with him, and her legs hugged his waist. She looked drunk with pleasure and it made him smile.
“Are you still with me?” She nodded slowly. “Are you sore, Bailey?” She shook her head and hugged him with her entire body. It felt amazing. Hart hugged her back, the way he’d always wanted to hug her, and he felt her gasp against his shoulder.
He knew those were tears on his shoulder and he tried to pull her away so he could see her face but she wouldn’t budge.
“Tell me why you’re crying.” She hugged him tighter and he started to thrust his hips into her from below. She moaned and kissed neck. “Look at me.” She shook her head against him so he thrust more forcefully inside her. Her legs tightened on his back.
“Bailey, look at me.”
His cock touched her womb, slow and buried as deep inside her as he could possibly be. He felt her body tighten, responding to him, needing to come for him. She worked with his rhythm, her ass moving under his hand as she flexed.
“You feel so fucking good, Bailey.”
She came hard and Hart made love to her through it. As she drifted down again, he lowered her to her back on the bed so he could look at her face.
“Don’t ask me questions right now, Hart. I need you.”
He pulled out, rolled Bailey to her stomach, and slid to his balls inside her smoothly. She was so slick and warm for him. Lifting her up on her knees, he went back on his heels, and brought her back to his chest.
“Ride me, Bailey.”
Showing her the motion, he gave her a rhythm and watched as she took it and made it her own. Years of dancing gave her an edge as she rotated her hips on him, smooth up, grinding down until Hart was shaking with the need to come.
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