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Authors: Kelly Jamieson
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He held her back from the spray for a minute, holding his hand under it until it ran warm. “There we go.”
In the semi-darkness, he shifted them under the water, combing his fingers through her hair. He picked up the little bar of soap he’d set on the edge of the tub and ripped it open, then soaped up his hands and ran them over her. When he knelt in front of her and lifted one foot with both hands she blinked down at him, reaching a hand out to the wall for balance.
“Pretty feet,” he murmured. He soaped up her foot, around the heel and over the sensitive sole, making her shiver. When his fingers slipped between her toes, a surprise heat flashed through her. She swallowed as he carefully washed and rinsed that foot and then picked up the other, and when he dug his thumbs into the arch of her foot, she almost dissolved into the water. Jeez.
He stood and went to set the soap down but she took it from him, eyes on his face, and rubbed it between her own palms. “Want to wash you too.”
“Okay.” He slicked his palms over her body—her shoulders and arms, her waist, her breasts. He lingered there. “You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned.
She couldn’t argue. She set down the soap and ran her hands over his chest and abs and then lower to his thick cock. It wasn’t fully erect, but whoa, it was impressive, as she’d noticed earlier. She dragged her fingers through the coarse curls there, then down his shaft and around his balls. He drew in a sharp breath.
“Turn around,” she said.
He did as she asked slowly, giving her his back, and she picked up the soap again and rubbed it over his shoulders and back. She admired all the muscles around his shoulder blades and spine, detailed the contours of them down to the small of his back and dipped into two hollows just above his ass. She made an appreciative noise then hesitated. She sucked in a long slow breath then dragged the small bar of soap down between his ass cheeks. “Your ass is spectacular,” she murmured.
“Um. Thanks.”
“Seriously. Some guys have no ass. But I don’t like a big butt either. Yours is perfect. Round and tight.”
Then she bit her lip and daringly pushed the bar of soap deeper between his cheeks. He made a strangled noise and his body went tight. He slapped his hands on the wall, his ass muscles going rigid. “Christ…what’re you doing…?”
“Just washing you,” she said, rubbing the soap around his anus. Her voice came out thick. “You have your foot fetish. I-I have this thing…for guys’ asses…I like them.”
“Good to know.” The words were choppy.
“When we get out of here and into bed, I want to play more here,” she whispered, hands full of resilient flesh. God, that was hot. A shudder worked over her body.
“Um. Okay.”
Her fingers teased and slipped and rubbed, and then she slid her hands around his waist, and, pressing her front to his back, she found his cock, now straining and fully erect. “Mmm. Nice.”
“Now?” he grunted. “I get my turn now?”
Chapter Six
Joe’s balls were torturously tight, his cock throbbing. The touch of her slick wet hands was excruciatingly lovely, tugging on him in a slow rhythm that had heat rushing through his body.
“No.” Her hands dropped away and the shock of it had him pulsing into nothingness for a few seconds. “I want you inside me.”
He sucked in air. “Fuck yeah.” He whirled around and reached for her. Warm water rained down on them, bouncing off his back and spraying around. He pushed her up against the wall, lifting one of her legs up to his hip. “Hold on, gorgeous.”
“Wait. You need…a condom.”
He dropped his forehead briefly against the tiled wall. “Yeah. Right.” Shit. He never forgot protection. Too bad he hadn’t had the foresight to bring condoms into the bathroom with them. Swallowing a groan, he grabbed a towel off the rack above the toilet, cursorily dried off then strode out to the main room. His backpack
In the semi-darkness, he shifted them under the water, combing his fingers through her hair. He picked up the little bar of soap he’d set on the edge of the tub and ripped it open, then soaped up his hands and ran them over her. When he knelt in front of her and lifted one foot with both hands she blinked down at him, reaching a hand out to the wall for balance.
“Pretty feet,” he murmured. He soaped up her foot, around the heel and over the sensitive sole, making her shiver. When his fingers slipped between her toes, a surprise heat flashed through her. She swallowed as he carefully washed and rinsed that foot and then picked up the other, and when he dug his thumbs into the arch of her foot, she almost dissolved into the water. Jeez.
He stood and went to set the soap down but she took it from him, eyes on his face, and rubbed it between her own palms. “Want to wash you too.”
“Okay.” He slicked his palms over her body—her shoulders and arms, her waist, her breasts. He lingered there. “You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned.
She couldn’t argue. She set down the soap and ran her hands over his chest and abs and then lower to his thick cock. It wasn’t fully erect, but whoa, it was impressive, as she’d noticed earlier. She dragged her fingers through the coarse curls there, then down his shaft and around his balls. He drew in a sharp breath.
“Turn around,” she said.
He did as she asked slowly, giving her his back, and she picked up the soap again and rubbed it over his shoulders and back. She admired all the muscles around his shoulder blades and spine, detailed the contours of them down to the small of his back and dipped into two hollows just above his ass. She made an appreciative noise then hesitated. She sucked in a long slow breath then dragged the small bar of soap down between his ass cheeks. “Your ass is spectacular,” she murmured.
“Um. Thanks.”
“Seriously. Some guys have no ass. But I don’t like a big butt either. Yours is perfect. Round and tight.”
Then she bit her lip and daringly pushed the bar of soap deeper between his cheeks. He made a strangled noise and his body went tight. He slapped his hands on the wall, his ass muscles going rigid. “Christ…what’re you doing…?”
“Just washing you,” she said, rubbing the soap around his anus. Her voice came out thick. “You have your foot fetish. I-I have this thing…for guys’ asses…I like them.”
“Good to know.” The words were choppy.
“When we get out of here and into bed, I want to play more here,” she whispered, hands full of resilient flesh. God, that was hot. A shudder worked over her body.
“Um. Okay.”
Her fingers teased and slipped and rubbed, and then she slid her hands around his waist, and, pressing her front to his back, she found his cock, now straining and fully erect. “Mmm. Nice.”
“Now?” he grunted. “I get my turn now?”
Chapter Six
Joe’s balls were torturously tight, his cock throbbing. The touch of her slick wet hands was excruciatingly lovely, tugging on him in a slow rhythm that had heat rushing through his body.
“No.” Her hands dropped away and the shock of it had him pulsing into nothingness for a few seconds. “I want you inside me.”
He sucked in air. “Fuck yeah.” He whirled around and reached for her. Warm water rained down on them, bouncing off his back and spraying around. He pushed her up against the wall, lifting one of her legs up to his hip. “Hold on, gorgeous.”
“Wait. You need…a condom.”
He dropped his forehead briefly against the tiled wall. “Yeah. Right.” Shit. He never forgot protection. Too bad he hadn’t had the foresight to bring condoms into the bathroom with them. Swallowing a groan, he grabbed a towel off the rack above the toilet, cursorily dried off then strode out to the main room. His backpack
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