sight.
Once he reached the safety of the tile, he lowered her carefully, pressing another kiss to her cheek before turning to face the damage.
“Hell. I have been attacked by aliens.” There wasn’t an inch of him that didn’t have at least a streak of the fucking body paint. The mirror reflected Chelsea standing next to him, her bright smile covering her face and filling her eyes.
It had been a long time since he’d seen her look so truly happy.
She twirled and slipped into the shower ahead of him, part of her joy bubbling up and sneaking out in low chuckles as she adjusted the water taps. They could easily shower in the cold water, but there was something so decadent in using hot. All the merfolk enjoyed the pleasures modern human conveniences afforded them, and now that Braden had finally— finally —given in and made love with her, she planned on enjoying all the pleasures she could.
The large shower stall grew suddenly small as he crowded against her.
“I’m not done with you.” His big hands slid over her shoulders and down her arms, and she shivered in anticipation. “I’m going to wash you. Every single inch of you, baby, is going to get touched.” His hands paused on her hips, pinning her in place under the water spray when she would have turned to face him. He reached past her for the soap and lathered up his hands, his arms trapping her in their circle.
The torment began. Pleasure raced ahead of his hands, his fingers, as he explored. Stroked her breasts, rubbed slow circles on her belly. Encased her thighs with his palms and dropped to his knees behind her as he reached and washed her feet. The blue paint vanished down the drain, but the blue light in the bathroom refused to diminish. His touch, so gentle, so caring, made her heart ache.
He stood, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs pinching the tips lightly against his forefingers.
“Damn, woman, you are gorgeous.” He pressed his hips against her and the length of his once-again-rigid cock nudged the crease of her ass.
She didn’t want to speak for fear she’d break the magical connection between them.
Braden kissed the tender skin under her ear. A shiver raced down her spine and burst into a thousand electrical pulses in her sex. The slow, methodical movements of his touch brought pleasure to her body. The continued caresses of his lips, the soft words of praise muttered against her skin, brought pleasure to her soul.
By the time he turned her in his arms and scooped her up all the tension remaining in her muscles had swirled away with the last remnants of the paint. As he carried her out of the stall and wrapped her in a towel, drying her limbs and nestling her on the bed, she sighed.
“Braden?”
He nuzzled her neck with his lips, wrapping his body around hers and tugging them skin to skin.
“Hmm?”
She stared up into his dark eyes, brushing her knuckles against his cheek. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“I’m sorry.” He rubbed their mouths together, licking a slow draw over her bottom lip. “I was…afraid. No, that’s the wrong word. I was confused and really trying to do what I thought was best. I knew how much you wanted to go away to school. I didn’t want anyone to steal that opportunity from you, not even me.”
A shot of pain went through her. It wasn’t the time or place to explain the real reason she hadn’t gone.
“I still want to go someday.” It might seem impossible right now, but there had to be a way to earn the money. Maybe it would take another year, but if that’s what it took…
Braden rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him, arranging her like a blanket over his heavily muscled chest. “I’ll do what I can to help you. You don’t have to give up your dream. The part I’m sorry for is that we could have been together for a long time.” He lifted her chin. “I know this is going to sound strange, but I was worried about having to share you with any of the merfolk.
Once he reached the safety of the tile, he lowered her carefully, pressing another kiss to her cheek before turning to face the damage.
“Hell. I have been attacked by aliens.” There wasn’t an inch of him that didn’t have at least a streak of the fucking body paint. The mirror reflected Chelsea standing next to him, her bright smile covering her face and filling her eyes.
It had been a long time since he’d seen her look so truly happy.
She twirled and slipped into the shower ahead of him, part of her joy bubbling up and sneaking out in low chuckles as she adjusted the water taps. They could easily shower in the cold water, but there was something so decadent in using hot. All the merfolk enjoyed the pleasures modern human conveniences afforded them, and now that Braden had finally— finally —given in and made love with her, she planned on enjoying all the pleasures she could.
The large shower stall grew suddenly small as he crowded against her.
“I’m not done with you.” His big hands slid over her shoulders and down her arms, and she shivered in anticipation. “I’m going to wash you. Every single inch of you, baby, is going to get touched.” His hands paused on her hips, pinning her in place under the water spray when she would have turned to face him. He reached past her for the soap and lathered up his hands, his arms trapping her in their circle.
The torment began. Pleasure raced ahead of his hands, his fingers, as he explored. Stroked her breasts, rubbed slow circles on her belly. Encased her thighs with his palms and dropped to his knees behind her as he reached and washed her feet. The blue paint vanished down the drain, but the blue light in the bathroom refused to diminish. His touch, so gentle, so caring, made her heart ache.
He stood, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs pinching the tips lightly against his forefingers.
“Damn, woman, you are gorgeous.” He pressed his hips against her and the length of his once-again-rigid cock nudged the crease of her ass.
She didn’t want to speak for fear she’d break the magical connection between them.
Braden kissed the tender skin under her ear. A shiver raced down her spine and burst into a thousand electrical pulses in her sex. The slow, methodical movements of his touch brought pleasure to her body. The continued caresses of his lips, the soft words of praise muttered against her skin, brought pleasure to her soul.
By the time he turned her in his arms and scooped her up all the tension remaining in her muscles had swirled away with the last remnants of the paint. As he carried her out of the stall and wrapped her in a towel, drying her limbs and nestling her on the bed, she sighed.
“Braden?”
He nuzzled her neck with his lips, wrapping his body around hers and tugging them skin to skin.
“Hmm?”
She stared up into his dark eyes, brushing her knuckles against his cheek. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“I’m sorry.” He rubbed their mouths together, licking a slow draw over her bottom lip. “I was…afraid. No, that’s the wrong word. I was confused and really trying to do what I thought was best. I knew how much you wanted to go away to school. I didn’t want anyone to steal that opportunity from you, not even me.”
A shot of pain went through her. It wasn’t the time or place to explain the real reason she hadn’t gone.
“I still want to go someday.” It might seem impossible right now, but there had to be a way to earn the money. Maybe it would take another year, but if that’s what it took…
Braden rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him, arranging her like a blanket over his heavily muscled chest. “I’ll do what I can to help you. You don’t have to give up your dream. The part I’m sorry for is that we could have been together for a long time.” He lifted her chin. “I know this is going to sound strange, but I was worried about having to share you with any of the merfolk.
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