Page 52 of Que Será, Syrah

The curve of her back is still tempting me. Uncapping the bottle of body wash (same scent as the shampoo she was sniffing) I pour the thick soap down the length of her back, following the line of her spine. When I get to her butt, I use my free hand to spread her cheeks, drizzling some more soap over her crack.

“Tickles,” she whimpers, wriggling in place. So, I slide my hand into her hair again, grab a fistful and pull.

Leaning over her back, I whisper in her ear. “Stay still!”

“Unnnh,” she moans. “I didn’t know we’d be playing Dirty Cop tonight.”

I hadn’t either. “Are you okay with this?” I ask, feeling a tinge of unease. I know the power dynamic can freak people out sometimes, especially when it’s a little too close to reality.

“Yes.” The word emerges as a frustrated whine. “Just doooo it. Please.”

I’m chuckling as I straighten up and begin to massage her back, using long slow strokes, enjoying the slide of my hands over her warm slick flesh. “I think it’s going to become my mission in life to teach you to enjoy edging,” I tell her. Knowing how she feels about waiting, I suspect she’ll view it as a sexy threat.

“Noooo,” she moans. “Not that again. Please, Clay. Not tonight.”

“That’s what you said last time,” I remind her, as I reach around to cup her breasts—massaging them, too, until her nipples are hard and tight. Leaning in close again I tighten my arms around her, sliding one hand up to cover her throat, allowing the other to slip between her legs, finding her clit, stroking over it. “But you can’t hold it off forever, you know. Sooner or later…it’s coming.”

“Coming—yes,” she groans. “Make me come, Clay, please.”

“I like the way my name sounds on your lips,” I tell her—something I never expected to hear myself say. “I want to hear you scream it when you come.”

“Claaay,” she groans again, this time in frustration, when I release her clit to search for the shower sponge.

“Shhh,” I tell her, fractionally increasing the pressure on her throat, teasing her nipples with the sponge, whispering, “Be a good girl now and maaaybe I’ll let you come.”

“Cla-ay,” she groans again, but this time there’s a hint of warning in her tone.

“So good,” I murmur as I move the sponge lower, trailing down her abdomen, and then move my hand back between her legs. “Doesn’t it feel good, baby? Don’t you want more.”

“D’y’know what’d feel even better?” she asks, her words slurring with her arousal. “That’d be you inside me.” And I can’t fucking argue with that.

“Okay, you win,” I tell her. Straightening away from her, I grab for the condom I brought into the shower with me. “Are you wet for me?” I ask as I’m suiting up. “Are you ready for me to fuck you now?”

“Am I what?” Legs cranes her neck to look at me over her shoulder. “We are literally standing in a shower, Clay, with water pouring down all around us; what do you think?”

“I think,” I say, giving her ass a quick smack. “That you should answer the question.”

“Hmm. Well, you know what I think?” she asks, her gaze calculating, her teeth worrying her lip, a smile tugging at her mouth.

“No, what?” I ask, breathless with anticipation, suddenly desperate to hear what she’ll say.

“I think…if you really want to know the answer…”

“I really, really do.”

“Then you should fuck me and find out!”

I’m chuckling and groaning as I take her advice, as I take hold of her hips and slide deep into her slick heat. I reach for the wall, covering her hands with mine, lacing our fingers together, as I piston my hips, pushing deeper and deeper inside her. Meanwhile, her plush butt provides a counterpressure, pushing back into my hips again and again.

Water continues to pour over us, dripping into our eyes and our open mouths, making everything impossibly slippery, impossibly wet, as our bodies slide against each other…

Then, all at once, she’s rising up on her toes, head thrown back, keening as she comes, clenching all around me. And I’m slamming home one final time ass I follow her over the edge.

After the tremors have stopped, I wrap my arms around her, holding her against me as we both try to recover our breath. She lets her head rest against my shoulder. And I lower my lips as close as I can get to her ear and whisper. “Say what you want, but one of these days, I am going to train you to take what you’re given—and like it.”

And her lips curve into a sensuous smile. “Oh, yeah? You really think so?”

“I really do.”

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