Page 86 of Some Things Never Change

“Is this for me or for you? Or are you doing this to beg me for a good time before you lose, Andy Hughes?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.

He smirked and grabbed my chin. He tilted his head coyly with a playful glint in his eyes as he kept his gaze on me. “Patience is a virtue.” His words were barely a whisper over the curve of my lips as he gently stroked his thumb over my bottom lip.

Andy pulled me into a heated kiss as he helped me strip him down. Nothing in the shower started off raunchy as I washed his hair with my shampoo and soaped up his hard, firm upper body with my sweet-smelling body wash. With his back against the stream of the shower head, I was left mostly dry apart from my hands.

“I like this,” he said, picking up my body wash to read it. He let out a sigh as I brought my sudsy hands down his chest. I didn’t want to use my mesh shower loofah when I had the perfect excuse to touch him all over. “Hmm, milk and honey. Is this why you always smell like I should eat you up?”

I laughed. “You’d still eat me even if I didn’t smell this delectable.”

Andy smiled as my hand slowly went down to his navel with care. He opened the bottle of the body wash when I wordlessly held my palm out for more. He squeezed out more than I needed as a loud, almost lewd squirt echoed in the shower.

We giggled childishly as Andy continued to watch me bubble up the soap in between my hands. Then his bright eyes became dark as they watched me soap up his strong lower half as I got on my knees. With each brush against his quads, hamstrings, and calves, he let out a long breath. All until the only things left to wash were his male appendages. He was already breathless, and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

Andy let out a soft whimper as I finally moved on to soap his length and his neat and well-trimmed area as his manhood twitched. I laughed. He was aroused, and I could feel him growing bit by bit in my hand with each purposeful pump.

I let the warm stream of water wash away the soap before I encircled him with my mouth. I could feel the rush of blood coursing through it as it became heavier on my tongue. Andy’s hand immediately came up to grip my hair as I continued the slick ministrations with my mouth. Our stupid little game hadn’t even started yet, and it was me who was on my knees begging him to come for me.

With each flick of my tongue, he shivered with a shuddering breath just as I was waiting in wet anticipation. He was coming undone, and I was eagerly waiting for his release. But before I could get the satisfaction of having him come on my tongue, he pulled away.

“Your turn.” His voice was low and husky.

“But I’m not done yet.”

He shook his head as he pulled me to my feet and turned me toward the shower head. He always took his time with me, gently washing my hair. His warm fingers gingerly gave my scalp a soothing massage as the shampoo suds washed away. Andy delicately put conditioner in my hair, treating my strands like precious black silk.

Soon, he washed my body, sudding me up with tender and loving care. But before he finished everything off, his body aligned behind mine. He grabbed my body wash and, with a few drops of it, I watched his hands as they rubbed the liquid soap.

“Julie,” he called out and drew my attention to his face. He planted kisses from behind my ear, across my cheek to my lips.

His hot palms lathered soap across my breasts again and then lazily down my ribs and stomach. By the time his hands reached my entrance, the soap was long gone. I let out a whimper as I parted my legs for his easier access.

“Andy,” I mewled.

“It’s completely soaked here,” he said into my hair. “Let me help you clean it up.”

His fingers dipped in without much hesitation as I let out a small gasp. I arched my back toward him as he explored me finger by finger and pump by pump. As my breath became more ragged with the second finger he inserted, I felt his hold on me tighten.

“Sweetheart, I need you,” I heaved, clawing at the arm around my waist. “Andy.”

He let out a deep chuckle as the hand on my waist came up to tilt my lips toward his. He kissed me with an open-mouth smile. “So damn needy.”

He pulled out the fingers he had in me and stepped out of the shower to pull the drawer under the bathroom counter open for a condom. By the time I turned around, he was already back in the shower with the unwrapped condom in hand.

Andy liked it when I put the condom on him, which was something I also enjoyed, too. Once he was ready, I spun around to put my hands up against the wet, cool tiles of the shower and bent forward. He came close behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist as I felt him position himself right in front of my center.

I let out a whimper, and I guess that was his cue to slip in because he did so in one fell swoop. I gasped, feeling him bury himself in me to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Andy’s voice groaned roughly as he began to roll his hips against my ass. “You’re going to be such a tease, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one that wanted no sex for a week. You—” His hips sent a single, rough thrust into me and he practically knocked the breath out of me.

“And I’ll regret it. We’re not going to be doing this for a whole week?” I could hear the deep rumble from the back of his throat, as he thrusted again with the same vigor as before. I gasped loudly with the roll of my eyes. “I doubt I’ll be able to survive. But it’ll be fun watching how frustrated you’ll be without my cock in you like this every night.”

I whimpered, trying to get some leverage on the slick shower wall.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy.” Andy’s deep moan only made me more turned on.

“Hold me down and fuck me then.” It surprised me I could even say that with him so deep in me. I felt his hips flex behind my ass. This simple movement drove him deeper, and I moaned with him. “Andy?—”

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