I turned around slowly, hoping the low lighting and streaming water camouflaged the cellulite situation.
I didn’t expect him to grab me in one arm and pull me tight to his body, but that’s what he did, my back squished to his front. He growled in my ear as his free hand roamed down my side, over my hip, across my butt cheek, and then between my cheeks.
With his lips near my ear, he murmured, “Like this?”
The back of me had never felt so good as it pressed up against the front of Dalton’s hard body.
He ran his fingers up and down, moving farther with each stroke, all the way down my coin slot and into my piggy bank.
“Mercy!” I grabbed onto the metal hand rail that had been installed for situations like this.
With hot, soapy, slippery fingers, he continued to explore my body, back and front, top to bottom. Soaking wet had never felt so good, never felt so right.
I turned to face him, and instead of kissing his awaiting lips, I stuck my tongue out and licked along his jaw, from his chin to his beautiful ear. I pulled him close and sucked on his earlobe, drinking warm shower water from his body as divine nourishment.
He gently took my hand and wrapped it around the base of his candy stick, which was upright and sandwiched between us like a third party. A very eager third party.
“Oh, you sweet thing,” he said. “Your hand feels so good. I can’t wait to feel your pu**y. And you don’t need to worry about a thing, because the drawer next to the bed is loaded with supplies.”
I stroked the length of his long, thick candy stick, tugging gently on the head and swirling my wet palm across the tip before sliding my fingers back down. “Mamma will take good care of you.”
What? Did I really just refer to myself as Mamma?
And was it just my imagination, or did his dick harden like twenty percent more?
“You’re taking all the hot water,” he said, his eyes closed. “I’m very upset right now, and shivering.” He had a big grin on his face, but he also did have goosebumps visible across his chest and on his arms.
We switched spots and he tipped his head back, washing his hair under the water, his hands up and all his muscles flexing and looking majestic, like a sexy shampoo commercial.
I kept tugging and simply stared in awe as the shower water dribbled down his chiseled face and his perfect chest.
And what a manhood it was, standing at attention like a fence post, and nearly as big. How had I gotten my mouth around it the night before?
(Oh, that’s right. I have a big mouth.)
“I’m objectifying you,” I said.
He wiped the water from his eyes and stared at me with those mesmerizing emeralds.
“Fair’s fair,” he said. “I’ve been objectifying you since the moment you fell into my arms.”
I crossed my arms under my br**sts, pointing the ni**les up. I had fallen into his arms. And he’d acted like I weighed about half of what I did. Even though…
I bit my lip.
“And you were standing on that stool,” he said, laughing.
“They wouldn’t let me ride the pony,” I blurted out.
“What?”
“In fourth grade. Shayla had a birthday party and all the girls were there, even Chantalle, and Golden, too. The pony’s name was Lionheart, but I couldn’t ride him because I was too big. The man who brought Lionheart was wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, and he said if I got on the pony, even just for a minute, it could break his back.”
Dalton pulled me to his chest, his arms tight around my shoulders and keeping me up. “That’s f**king awful,” he said. “This cowboy, let’s go find him and make him eat his teeth.”
I sniffed, my nose congested. Was I crying? I couldn’t tell with the shower water spraying down all around us. My eyes felt hot, and my chest was both light and heavy at the same time.
“He died,” I said, sniffing. “The cowboy, not the pony. I guess he was pretty old. The next year at Shayla’s birthday, Lionheart came again, but with the guy’s daughter. She said I could sit on him, even though I was a year older and bigger, but I didn’t trust her. I knew that if I got on that pony, I’d hear something crack and I’d never forgive myself.”
Dalton pulled his h*ps away from me slightly, allowing some space between us. “I’m sorry to hear that. And I’m doubly sorry to be poking my boner into your belly button while you’re telling me this very personal story.” He frowned down at the fencepost-region. “Not cool, bro.”
I wiped the water from my eyes and smiled up at his face, which was not just aesthetically perfect, but also kind and wise. “I’m embarrassed I told you that story. I don’t know why I did. I’m the one who’s not cool.”
He held his hands on either side of my cheeks and tilted my face up. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. It’s all totally clear. I’m Lionheart.”
“You’re a little Shetland pony with black spots?”
“I’m the beast you’re worried you’ll break.”
I shook my head, disagreeing, but he pulled me closer and kissed me so tenderly. I melted against him, meshing my body with his.
His hands cupped my bu**ocks as he tongued my mouth. I felt the heat growing in my shower-soaked pu**y, and I wanted him inside me.
He reached back and turned the water handle, accidentally spraying us with ice water before getting it turned off. Still, we didn’t stop kissing. I couldn’t let his lips go, not when he wrapped a big towel around the both of us, and not as he walked backward out the bathroom door and toward the bed.
I finally let go of him long enough to give my hair a quick towel dry so it wouldn’t drip and make me shiver. His near-black hair shone like a raven’s wing with the dampness. The two lamps with their brown shades were on, dim, and the room looked more romantic now.
I tossed the towel onto a chair, pulled down the bedcovers, and climbed in. On my back, I tilted my head to one side and peered at him through my eyelashes.
He opened the drawer next to the bed and rolled a condom on quickly. Then he was kneeling between my legs, two fingers dipping into my honey.
I opened my mouth to say something, but only a sigh came out. Now was not the time for talking. Now was for f**king.
His eyes took on a dark cast, lit only by the two lamps on either side of the bed. He grasped one of my legs and folded it up at the knee, opening my pu**y to him. He glanced down briefly, then shifted his body up and fell into me, his face alongside my neck and his thickness inside me.