Page 222 of Hide and Keep

“I don’t have any.”

Her eyes narrow. “What do you wash your face with?”

“This.” I hold up the bar.

“Of course you do.”

“You want me to go get your stuff?” I don’t want to leave this shower right now…but I will if she asks.

Thankfully, she shakes her head. “It’s fine.”

She leans back, soaking her hair and face, making her mascara run down her cheeks. Those sea-glass eyes peek up at me hesitantly before she wipes under them. She washes her hair while I watch, noticing it’s similar to how Chloe worked with her hair—roots to ends. All I have are roots basically, so this is new. This is…

I want to be doing this. I don’t like having her this close, this vulnerable, and not be touching her the entire time.

Using one hand, I cup the back of her head to help her rinse. She instantly relaxes into my hold, trusting me in a way no one ever has. Once the shampoo’s out, I awkwardly lather up the other hand, then replace the bar on the built-in shelf to carefully spread the bubbles over Ever’s face using my fingertips.

Hopefully the water is dowsing the sweat I feel accumulating all over my body. I do want to shower with Ever from now on. Not only shower with her but wash her, too. I like taking care of her. All of her. If I fuck up on my first time, she might not let me try again.

It’s not like I can watch a tutorial on this kind of thing.

I wouldn’t anyway. I want to know how to take care of my woman, not other women.

I guide her head back under the spray, quickly rinsing her face, then retrieve the soap to start on the rest of her. More area to cover, I keep the bar in my palm as I do small circular motions over her throat and chest, making sure to payextraspecial attention to those small perky tits. Her chest begins rising rapidly under my touch, testing my restraint to its limits.

My own breathing jagged, I move down to her stomach, then hips.

I’m just above her clit when she rasps, “Drop the soap and just use your fingers.”

Never have I listened quicker. The soap hits the shower floor the next instant, causing a series of thuds.

I go right for her pussy like I usually would but her own hand joins, her fingers between mine.

“Let me show you.”

She guides my slightly soapy hand down her pussy, gently pushing my ring finger and index finger to slide along the outside of her folds, my middle finger gliding over her clit.

I groan from the feeling. She’s so slick and so wet. I’m already getting hard again.

“Don’t,” Ever warns when I hover there. “The soap will sting.”

I learned that much while reading about douches. All those damn sensitive levels.

“I wasn’t gonna.” But I was thinking about it.

I collect the soap, staying bent over to wash Ever’s toned legs, then I stand and have her spin to do her back, too.

As I reach her ass crack though, she turns and says, “I can do the rest.”

I wondered if she was gonna give me any trouble here. As disappointed as I am that she is—have I not proven how fucking devoted I am to her?—it also shows she’s never let anyone else do this before.

I’m her first for something else.

“Turn around,” is all I say.

“Crue…”

“I ate that ass, Ever. I can fucking wash it. Turn around.”

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