I rested my chin on his shoulder as I rubbed my hands along his broad back. “Even though I don’t want to believe you, deep down I know that you mean every word you say.”
“I do mean it.” He dipped his head to where his breath warmed against my ear. “Now, why don’t you let me take care of you for a little while?”
“Okay. I can try.”
Bishop turned me around to face the showerhead. When he started sweeping the bar of soap over my skin, I glanced at him over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you, like I said.”
“You really don’t have to do this.”
“I know. But I want to.”
Instead of continuing to protest, I pinched my lips shut and just enjoyed what Bishop was doing. It felt so intimate having his hands over my body in not just a sexual way. There was tenderness and care in the way he soaped me up. He took the time to massage my shoulders, and he planted tender kisses along my neck before he washed me there. I’d never had a man take care of me before. Of course, I’d never really wanted or allowed one to. But something about Bishop made me want to give up a little control. He made it easy to want to give in to him, since he was so attentive to my needs both in and out of the bedroom.
Once he had finished soaping me up, he took the showerhead off and rinsed me. When he stopped for a moment, I thought he was done, but he was lathering up his hands with shampoo. “Sorry that you’re probably going to smell like a man with this soap and shampoo. I don’t have anything feminine around here.”
I laughed. “It’s okay. I want to smell like you.”
When he finished rinsing my hair, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him against the shower wall. Looking him in the eyes, I slid down his body until I was on my knees before him.
“Sam, what are you doing?”
“Now it’s my turn to take care of you.” I took his cock in my hand and began to slowly pump up and down. It quickly came to life, growing and swelling in my hand. Darting my tongue out, I licked and teased along the head. Bishop watched me with hooded eyes.
When I sucked the head into my mouth, he groaned, and his head fell back against the tile. I sucked him harder and faster, taking him deeper and deeper each time. His hands came to tangle in the strands of my hair. “Oh fuck, Sam,” he murmured.
As I continued working him with my mouth, I brought my free hand up to cup his balls. At my gentle tug, he hissed and banged his head against the wall. When I felt them tightening in my hands, I knew he was close to coming.
When he tried to pull me away, I shook my head.
“You gotta stop, or I’m going to come.”
I let him momentarily fall free of my mouth, but I kept pumping him with my hand. “But I want you to come. I want to taste you.”
“Fuck me,” he muttered as his eyes flared.
He didn’t argue with me anymore, which was good because I wouldn’t have listened to him. I wanted to give him physically what he had given to me emotionally. Once again, I slid him into my mouth, my teeth slightly grazing him.
“Sam!” he cried as he found his release.
I lifted my eyes to watch him come. He was so beautiful and sexy when he did. When he was finished, I licked him clean.
Bishop leaned down and helped me up. “I really like the way you take care of me.”
I grinned. “You’re very welcome. I was glad to repay the favor.”
“I’d like to pay some favors to you now,” he said as his hand came between my legs.
I sucked in a breath. “But we were even,” I protested.
“Do we really have to keep score?” he asked as his breath scorched the skin along my neck.
“I guess not.”
He bent down to grab my calf before bringing my foot to rest on the faucet. “You should know by now I don’t play fair.” He then sank to his knees before me.
“No. You don’t.” When his mouth dipped between my legs, I gasped. “But you sure know how to play.”
No man had ever gone down on me like Bishop. He had a true oral gift. This time he had me arching my hips and crying out his name without even using his fingers. His tongue was masterful in the way it was able to be soft and hard and gentle and forceful almost all at once.
After I came, I eased him up off the shower floor. I wanted him inside me as soon as possible, and I was glad to see his cock was already at half-mast again. “Take me now,” I pleaded.
“Jesus, I love it when you beg.” Bishop bent down to slide his arm behind my knees; then he swept me up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Taking you to my bed.”
“That’ll be a first for us,” I mused. After the many times we had been together over the last few days, we had yet to have sex in a bed. Last night, we had ended up on the floor of the living room after starting out on the couch. I had slept with him in his bed last night, but that was after we had already exhausted each other.
Bishop gently laid me out on top of the comforter. He stared down at me with both tenderness and obvious hunger. I spread my legs wide before him, urging him to take me. He groaned before turning to dig a condom out of the nightstand. Once he had it on, he covered me with his body.
His lips crushed against mine as our tongues battled frantically against each other. “Hurry, Bishop, I want you inside me,” I panted against the corner of his mouth.
Bishop took me by surprise by rolling us over and bringing me up to straddle him. “You take me,” he commanded.