Page 50 of Brother In Arms

“Yeah, but maybe I’m not up for sex tonight. Maybe I just want to take a hot shower and hold you while we talk.”

I froze and drew back a bit searching his face which was so neutral I couldn’t read it if I wanted to.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

He nodded, “You’ve got questions; I’ve got answers, baby.”

That was so… hot. Unexpected and yet totally hot. I swallowed hard and he backed up just a bit, hand behind my knee, sliding along my calf, stopping at the top of my boot as he cupped his other hand around my heel, sliding it off. I watched him with total fascination as he pulled off first one boot then the other, dropping them to my bathroom’s travertine tile floor.

He pulled off his boots and socks hurriedly and dropped his jeans so that, for once, he was naked before I was. I slipped off the counter and undid my own pants, a quick shimmy and a shake of my hips and I let them drop, stepping on the cuffs and pulling my legs the rest of the way free. He came back to me, his hands finding my lace covered ass and squeezing even as he pulled me tightly against his body. He slipped them off, and even if he wanted to keep the evening not about sex, and more about us, his body was clearly having other ideas. The hard length of his erection so tempting, pressed between our bodies.

“Ask me anything,” he whispered against my mouth and I smiled.

“Shower first, maybe even a little sex, save the conversation for the bedroom,” I suggested.

He grinned crookedly and said, “Get in the shower, on your knees. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to fuck that tempting mouth of yours.”

I didn’t answer him, I just smiled and got into the shower that was easily big enough for three and got on my knees.

He stepped in after me and shut the glass door, his fingers threading through my hair and locking there, holding it back from my face. I wrapped fingers around his cock and stroked him, looking up the length of his powerful body. He closed his eyes and tipped back his head, letting out a shuddering breath.

“Oh god, baby, yeah. Just like that.” He sucked in a longing breath and I slid him into my waiting mouth, carefully, so as not to scrape him with my teeth. He moaned and his hips jerked forward, pressing himself into my throat. He looked down at me, dark desire swirling through his eyes as he gauged whether or not I could take it as roughly with my mouth as I could otherwise.

I let it show in my eyes that I was up for anything and he nodded, fingers tightening in my hair almost but not quite painful. He pulled back, my tongue sliding along the underside of his cock and I took a deep, deep breath before he plunged himself back into my mouth, all the way to the back; the tip of him touching my throat. I swallowed and he moaned again, backing off so I could take a breath.

Again and again we did the same thing, until finally he relinquished control back to me. I sucked him and teased him lightly with my tongue, massaging his balls with one hand while the other I confessed, I slid between my own legs so that I could tease myself. That was mostly for his viewing pleasure though. He shook his head and said, “God, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, how did I get so lucky?”

I pulled him from my mouth with a slight little pop and he chuckled, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around my upper arm to help me stand. I turned around and braced my hands against the light, natural stone shower tiles, and put one foot up on the shower’s seat, bending forward so he could slide into me.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you know just what I like.” He took the invitation and eased into me almost agonizingly slow. Oh god, I totally dug what he did to me. As soon as he was fully seated he leaned forward over my back, one hand curling against the front of my throat. He pulled me into a standing position, the hand at my neck just holding me, not squeezing, not choking but the potential was just there and lent such an arousing edge to our play I felt my pussy flutter around his dick.

He moved the best he could but the angle wasn’t really made for this, what he was doing, though? Drove me wild. He captured my earlobe gently between his teeth, lightly nipping and kissing down the side of my neck, while the fingertips of this other hand slipped against my sex, looking for that special bundle of nerves.

“Gonna make you come like this, don’t care how long it takes. Need you to come a couple of times for what I’m gonna do to you; how’s that sound?”

Mm, sounded fantastic, actually.

“Answer me, baby, I want to know you want it.”

“Yes, I want it. I want that… make me come, please.”

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