by Krista Lakes
He breathed out slowly, obviously trying to stay in control as he looked at my naked top half. I loved the way his eyes caressed every curve of my body. When he looked at me, I didn’t see flaws. I saw sexiness. If this was how models felt walking down the runway, I could see why they strutted.
His jaw tightened as he reached for my belt. He undid the clasp, then the button to my pants, followed by the zipper. Every movement was careful.
He tugged my dirty pants down, leaving me in just my silky underwear. He let out a slow breath, his eyes glued to the pale blue triangle of fabric. He swallowed hard before reaching forward, his fingers touching my hips as he slid the panties down.
Steam filled my small bathroom, yet it was nothing compared to the fire building inside of me. His every touch sent shivers of want skittering across my nerves.
In a series of utilitarian and practiced movements, he stripped his own clothes. The shirt fell nearly on top of his pants and he was naked before me in less than a few seconds. I raised my eyebrows at him, impressed at the speed.
“Military,” he said with a shrug and a grin. “You get more shower time if you can change fast.”
I grinned back at him and looked him over. He was strong and lean. Every muscle had definition like someone had painted them onto him. Sweat glistened on his chest as the steam condensed. I looked down to see that he was excited about me being naked as I was him.
Yet another strong, thick, and wonderful thing about him.
He pulled back the flowery shower curtain for me to get in. I stepped over the tub wall and into the spray of water. It was the perfect temperature and I sighed as the warm water washed over me. I felt him climb in behind me, his body almost as hot as the water.
I expected him to grab the shampoo bottle immediately. Instead, he grabbed my detachable shower head. “Lean your head back,” he said. I did as he asked, slightly surprised that we really were taking a shower. He ran the water over my head, holding the shower head with one hand and running his other hand through my hair, detangling it a bit as he went.
Once my hair was soaked, he gently pushed on my shoulder so that my back was to him. He reached past me to put the shower head back on its stand, and I could feel how hard he had become as he pressed into my behind. I thought about reaching back and grabbing him, maybe jerking him off a little bit, but as he reached for the shampoo I knew that he meant business.
I closed my eyes as he put a healthy amount of shampoo into his hand. I smiled. Even though his was cut short, he seemed to know the right amount that hair as long as mine would need.
His fingers worked the shampoo into my hair. He massaged my scalp, working the shampoo into my hair and sending tingles down my spine. Slowly, the tension began to leak out of my shoulders.
“Rinse,” he ordered, putting his hands in the spray of water.
I turned around and tipped my hair into the water, feeling my worries disappear with the bubbles down the drain. Again, he reached behind me and ran his fingers through my hair, working the soap out as his body pressed into mine. His arousal pressed firmly into my hip, but he seemed to ignore it, instead focusing on rinsing the soap out of every strand.
When my hair was rinsed clean, he tapped my shoulder to have me turn around again. I stood facing the water as he worked the conditioner in his hands and into my scalp. I could feel his body behind me. I could feel his firm lines and strength, but was lost to his gentle touch. His fingers worked in the slippery conditioner, coating every strand with smoothness.
I sighed and leaned into his touch. For the first time all day, I felt warm and safe. I pushed away the thoughts of my stepmother and found that with his touch, they didn’t come rushing back. With his fingers in my hair, the bad thoughts stayed away. Only the thought of his touch remained.
His hands settled on my shoulders for a moment before beginning to knead. I groaned as he found the tense spots and pressed, working out the stress hiding deep in my muscles. Between the hot water and his strong hands, the tension didn’t stand a chance.
I don’t know how long we stood there, the hot water pouring over us and turning my skin red. The mirrors fogged and the room was cloudy with steam. He worked my body, using his hands to release tension in my back and shoulders.
For a moment, he started to grind against me. I knew that he was as turned on as I was, and this motion was practically involuntary. As his manhood slid between my legs for a moment, I heard him inhale sharply. A moment later, he seemed to snap out of it. “Rinse,” he commanded, his voice deep and full of longing.
I turned and tipped my head back under the flow of water once again. The smooth conditioner left my hair silky and soft in his hands as he worked.
I opened my eyes once I finished rinsing and found myself staring into the ocean of his eyes. There was dark lust and bright desire flickering in his gaze. His body seemed to vibrate with pent up energy as he looked at me. I bit my lip gently before I turned around.
I knew that there was still one more way to release the tension in my body. I pushed back, feeling my butt press against his hardness again as his hands continued to work out the conditioner. I heard another sharp inhale of breath as my slippery skin stimulated the head of his cock. He began to thrust again, gently pressing himself against my body in cadence with my movements.
I felt his hands move lower, then touch my skin. His hands crept lower and lower until they were grasping my hips. He moved so that he pressed up against my back, and he pulled me tightly to him, keeping control of my body. He began to thrust with a little more power, his hard dick rubbing against my back as we simulated sex.
I could hear him getting more and more excited, slowly losing more and more control. I turned around, giving him a deep kiss. He moaned a little into my mouth as his tongue quested within. Every inch of the front of my body touched every inch of the front of his body, and the feeling of his pectorals against my breasts was amazing. I could have stayed right there all night.
Without warning, he stepped toward me. As I pressed into his chest, I realized I would let him take me right here, no questions asked. I was on the pill and I trusted him.
However, he reached past me to pull back the shower curtain and set out, reaching back and grabbing my hand as he did so. We paused when we got to my bed for a deep kiss, and for a moment I wondered if we should dry off before getting on the bed, but instead I decided to throw caution to the wind.
I know, I’m a rebel.
He continued to kiss me as he guided me down gently to the bed, his body moving with mine. For a moment, I thought he was going to just slide right into me, but he quickly created a little space between our lower bodies. I ached to have him inside of me.
Instead, he kissed downward, beginning at my neck. He lingered at my throat for a moment before moving farther down. A moment ago, in the shower, my breasts had been up against his chest, and then in a steam-filled shower. The sudden rush of cold air from the bedroom made my nipples hard. He took my breasts in his hands, moving his mouth from one to the other. I let out a little sound of appreciation as he looked up at me, flicking his tongue against one and then the other.
Finally, he began moving even further down, past my belly button. I knew what was coming, so I bent my knees and brought my feet up to the bed, spreading my legs.
Without missing a beat, he grabbed one of my feet and began to kiss it. I giggled a little as he moved his kisses upward. He put his foot on his shoulder as he kissed my calf, then the inside of my knee, then inside my thigh, getting closer and closer to my sweet spot.
His kisses on my leg became slower and more sensual as he moved higher and higher. I began to writhe a little in anticipation as he got closer, wondering how good this was going to feel.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he took his mouth from my leg. “Are you ready?” he asked.
I locked my eyes with his and nodded my head fiercely. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, telepathically pleading with him to
give me release.
“Good,” he said. He dropped my foot and grabbed my other foot, beginning to kiss it, slowly working his way upward.
“That’s not fair,” I cried out, although it still felt great.
He smiled and began to kiss up my leg faster, as if his own anticipation were getting in his way this time. In a moment, he was between my legs again. He built up the anticipation by making those same long, luxurious kisses on the very top of the inside of my thigh, until my writhing got too much for him to take.
I moaned as I felt his tongue press against me, slowly working its way upward as if he were tasting me. I could feel his breath on my clit before the pressure of his tongue took over, lapping at it softly. I wanted to make sound, but instead, my jaw just dropped in a bit of a silent scream. He picked up the pace and I found myself building toward the fastest orgasm of my life.
I tried not to close my legs on his head, but as the sensation overwhelmed me, my muscles started to twitch before losing control completely. My hips bucked as he continued with the same speed and pressure, driving me to further and further heights of pleasure.
As I was coming down, his arms wrapped around each of my legs, pulling them back open. I tried to relax, but the pleasure running through my veins was hard to control.
As my muscles stopped twitching, I slowly opened my eyes. He pulled away with a smile, and I spread my legs back open in invitation. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me.
He pulled out a small plastic square from seemingly thin air. He must have had it in his pants pocket and I hadn’t seen him grab it. I watched as he carefully opened it and slipped on the condom inside. The sheath seemed to strain a little against his hardness.
I sighed with pleasure as he positioned himself between my legs. I was already so wet that when he pressed against my opening, there was no resistance at all. I locked eyes with him as he started shallow, letting my body open to him.
His eyes darted down to my breasts, which were already moving with a cadence. My hands went to them pressing them up a little as if to offer them to him. He eagerly accepted, lowering his face to one. His weight shifted as he started to thrust deeper, the animal instincts within him causing his hip flexor muscles to start to pump.
I started to buck my hips, trying to take more and more of him in. The heat inside of me began to rise again. My arms went behind his back as I moved my body in rhythm with his. My nails dug in a little bit and he pulled away from my nipple, moving his mouth to mine and giving me a deep kiss. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth was enough to send me over the edge. I cried out, his name on my lips as I lost control.
Every thrust, every motion was magnified. I rode on a cloud of pleasure for what felt like infinity. Time had no meaning with his body entwined with mine.
When I regained my senses, I realized I was gripping him maybe a little bit too hard. I relaxed and moved my mouth to his shoulder, giving him a small bite. That seemed to spur him on, and he grunted as he wrapped his hands around my back and pulled me up. His feet went off the bed as his hands moved to my ass, never pulling out of me as he lifted me off the bed.
For a moment I was a little worried. No man had ever lifted me up like this before during sex, especially after I was wet from a shower. However, when I looked down at his rippling pectorals, I knew that the years of rugby had paid off and that this wasn’t even a strain for him.
He rocked me against his body. I leaned back with my hands around the back of his neck, letting him move me wherever he wanted to. He looked at me with those same beautiful eyes that he had since we met, and I found myself bouncing against him with all the energy I could muster.
In a few more moments, he gently lowered me to the floor. My feet had barely touched the ground before he pressed on my hips, turning me around toward the bed. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bed before lifting one of my knees up there as well. When I arched my back, I heard him growl as he held me still, pressing into me.
Soon, I was the one moaning. He began to thrust hard and deep. My wet hair fell into my face, so I pushed it up and behind me. I heard him inhale sharply and grab me a little tighter. I loved the effect I had on him, and decided to give him a show.
I pushed my head down, pulled my hair down in front of my face, then threw my head back. My wet hair went wild before landing on my back.
“That’s so hot,” I heard him say through gritted teeth. His hands left my hips and grabbed onto my hair, pulling gently. My hands left the bed and I leaned back into him as he began to run the strands through his fingers, stroking it like he had in the shower.
His hips stopped moving for a moment as he pulled my hair to his face. I couldn’t let him stop that easily, so I began to move on my own, as much as his hands would let me. I pushed back on him, taking in as much of him as I could.
“That feels so good,” he groaned. That was all the encouragement I needed. I kept moving, moaning as I did so. My hand went back behind my head, entangling with his as he continued to grasp and play with my hair.
He began to pant so I moved a little faster. His hands froze in my hair, pulling me gently backward as I continued to massage him inside of me. Suddenly, I felt him swell within me as he tightened his fists. I moaned, loving the feeling of his release as he took a couple of final, slow strokes inside of me before releasing my hair.
I fell forward a little, still holding myself up so that he didn’t leave of me. He continued to slowly thrust in me, clearly enjoying the sensation. In another moment, he slowly pulled out of me. I let my arms out from under me, letting my body slide to the bed, burying my face in the comforter.
I could have laid there forever, I felt so complete, so satisfied. If not for the tingle of his fingertips running against my ass, I might have fallen asleep right there. I moaned happily as he moved his fingers up and down my back, clearly enjoying the way I looked and felt.
“So, do you want to just fall asleep there, or do you want to snuggle?” he asked.
I looked back. He was still completely naked and definitely in a state of post-coital bliss. “Snuggle of course,” I said. He grinned and pulled the comforter back, sliding under it while I was still laying down. I quickly went to the other side of the bed and got under with him, immediately laying my head on his shoulder and putting my arm on his chest.
I lay in his arms, content and complete. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend that nothing was wrong. That there was nothing waiting for me outside my front door. That everything would turn out okay.
I squeezed my eyes shut harder, and pressed my cheek to his chest.
“Thank you,” I whispered into his chest. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Always,” he whispered back. My heart skipped a beat, wanting to believe him. I wanted to believe this was an always. I could imagine a future with him that was bright and wonderful.
I opened one eye and looked up at him. He looked sexy as hell with wet and wild hair and stubble from the day. I pressed my palm into his cheek, feeling the rough hair on his jaw press into my skin. Just looking at him made my body want more.
“Why are you so good to me?” I asked.
He frowned slightly, as if he didn’t understand my question. “What do you mean?”
“Why are you so wonderful? You bring me dinner, you wash my hair, you let me cry, you make me feel better.” I ticked off fingers as I listed the wonderful things he had done for me just this evening.
He kissed my cheek before smiling at me. “You have no idea the way you make me feel. You don’t treat me like anyone else does.”
It was my turn to frown. “I treat you just like I treat everyone,” I said. “Although, not with the sex. That is special to you.”
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and directly into mine. “And you have no idea how much I enjoy it.”
I just frowned more.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said. He licked his lips and for one second,
the ever-present confidence faltered.
“You can tell me anything,” I said softly. He smiled with his mouth but his jaw tightened.
“Aria...” He swallowed hard. “This is harder than I thought it would be.”
I hated seeing him like this. Nervous wasn’t his style. Besides, I was so happy right now. I didn’t want to know. The only things I could think of that he would struggle to tell me would be bad things.
I had enough bad things for tonight.
“Are you married?” I asked. Apprehension filled my chest. Finding out that he wasn’t really mine and that I was the other woman was the worst thing I could imagine. “Or engaged or anything like that?”
He shook his head, his blue eyes full of honesty. He smiled and touched my cheek. “No. You’re the only one.”
A flood of warmth entered my chest that I was his one. “I am?”
He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Yes.” He lowered his chin, his eyes serious as he looked into my soul. “Am I yours?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Very much so.”
His smile lit my world. We were a couple.
“Will you say it?” I asked. “Say I’m your girlfriend.”
“You’re my girlfriend,” he said, his grin for me only. His expression became protective. “And you are all mine.”
“Good.” I kissed him. “I don’t want to be anyone else’s. Just yours.”
He held me to him, his strong arms wrapping around me. I closed my eyes and let myself be enveloped by him. In his arms, I was safe. I was wanted.
“Then you’re all mine,” he said, tucking his face into my shoulder and holding me to him.
For the first time all day, I felt like the world was going to be okay. With Henry by my side, I could get through this.
And with his arms keeping me safe, I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 17
Henry was gone when I woke the next morning, but he’d made coffee and left a heart on a piece of paper underneath an empty cup. It was a good way to wake up and bode well for the rest of the day.