“I’m not turning bad.” I shook my head and then whimpered as his lips left my breast.
“You’re not turning bad anymore. You are bad.” He grinned at me and kissed me hard before pulling his briefs off. I swallowed as I stared at Greyson, who was standing in front of me in all his naked glory. His body was magnificent and the drops of water only made him look sexier and more real. My fingers ran along his chest and to his abdomen. His muscles were taut, and it was only then that I realized just how strong and virile Greyson was. I’d always known he was handsome, and sexy, but I’d never realized just how built he was. His body was a muscular mass of perfection and I groaned as I realized that I would never forget this moment. Greyson was going to ruin me for other men. A one-night or one-week dalliance with this man was going to ruin all my future relationships. I would never be able to look at another man without comparing him to Greyson’s perfection.
“You’re gorgeous.” I mumbled, unable to stop myself. I glared at him as he laughed and kissed my nose.
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I thought you weren’t going to make love to me unless I begged you.” I stared up at him with my body shivering. No part of our bodies was touching in that moment. But still, we were so close that I could feel his body hair against me, tickling me ever so lightly. It was pure torture being so close, but not quite close enough.
“I’m not.” He smiled evilly at me. “I’m going to make you beg me.”
“Really?” I tried to smile at him seductively, but was pretty sure my face just looked weird. “I think I’ll have you begging me!”
“Oh?” He grinned and shifted slightly. I looked up at him in surprise and with raw lust as his hard c**k pushed into my stomach. I reached down and grabbed it again, caressing it lightly before placing it lower. He gasped and his hands flew over my shoulders and he leaned into the wall as I slid his c**k in between my legs and closed my thighs.
“I think you know what you want to do.” I teased him.
“I do.” He slid his c**k back and forth slowly as he starting to tease me and I moaned. The tip of his c**k had somehow found my clit and he was grinding up and down on it. “But do you want me to do it?”
“You know I want you to.” I looked up at him with begging eyes. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I’d think about everything else tomorrow.
“You want me to what?” He smiled, pressing into me so that my br**sts were crushed against his chest. He thrust his hips in a slow motion and his c**k continued to slide in and out of my thighs, rubbing me and teasing me like crazy.
“You know.” I groaned and closed my eyes. I tried to adjust my stance so that he would slide right into my aching spot.
“I know what?”
“Greyson.” I groaned.
“Yes, Meg?” His voice was light and I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me.
“You’re a pain.” I mumbled, trying once again to adjust my body.
“But you still want me.” His lips fell to my neck and he bit down hard into my skin. “You like this torture, don’t you? You know that when we finally make love, we are going to have the biggest explosion. I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before.”
“Go on, then.” I grabbed his waist and pulled him into me.
“Are you asking me to make love to you?” He looked down at me and I felt the tip of his c**k at my opening.
“Yes.” I nodded excitedly. This was it. I was finally about to feel him inside of me.
“Not yet.” He shook his head and pulled away from me. I froze, scared that he was about to leave me in the shower by myself. I knew in that moment that I would beg him to stay if he tried to leave. I’d get down on my knees and beg him for some relief before he left. I need him so badly at that moment. My entire body was craving his touch.
“Where are you going?” I whispered. I knew that my voice sounded weak, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Nowhere.” He paused and stared at me. There wasn’t much light in the room, but I could still see the look of wonder in his eyes.
“Oh.” I spoke softly and we just stared at each other for a moment. I could feel my body shivering as we stood there and his expression closed.
“You’re cold.”
“Not really.” I shook my head.
“Did you finish bathing?” He asked me softly and I shook my head.
“Good.” He grabbed my bottle of body wash and squeezed some into his hands, before stepping closer towards me. “I’ll clean you, then.”
“I don’t need you to.”
“But I want to.” His hands started rubbing my shoulders and then my arms, building up bubbles as the body wash met the water. His fingers were strong, and rubbed me gently, scrubbing my skin with a light intensity as he bathed me. His fingers then fell to my br**sts and he lathered them up slowly, twisting my ni**les and pinching them as he caressed my br**sts. I leaned back against the wall excitedly, but then his fingers moved to my stomach and my back. He rubbed my back harder, massaging me as he cleaned me. I turned around then so he could have easier access to my back and his fingers ran down along my spine to my bu**ocks, rubbing gently and cupping my buttcheeks in his hands. His fingers then slid around to my waist and he pulled me back towards him. I could feel his c**k nestled between my buttcheeks and his fingers slid down further until they were inside my legs, cleaning me delicately, but thoroughly. I pushed back into him as his fingers rubbed my clit gently. I could feel a small orgasm building and I knew that I was about to come. I groaned as his fingers left my private area and he bent down do he could rub down my thighs and calves. I jumped as I felt Greyson biting down on my butt and he laughed and stood back up, grabbing me roughly and turning me around again.
“Your skin is so soft and supple. It feels like silk.” His fingers traced the line along my collarbone and then down to my br**sts. He cupped my br**sts in his hands and held them gently, squeezing them and melding them into the palms of his hands. “They fit my hands perfectly.” He stared at me with heavy eyes. “And they are so sweet.” He leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth. “Oh, so sweet.” He groaned as he sucked, with his eyes still staring at me. I stared back at him unspeaking. There was nothing I could say. Nothing I wanted to say asides from “Fuck me, now.”