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Softly biting down, she traps my finger there, closes her lips around it and rubs her tongue against the tip. When my smile fades into hot desire, she releases me with a smirk.
Cheeky little minx.
As her eyes roam over my body, I take in the soaked camisole clinging to all her curves, her nipples beneath puckering as thewater cools against her skin. When I reach her waist, a sliver of exposed skin draws me in, and I can’t resist the urge to run my knuckles across her flexing stomach. Releasing a shaky exhale, she clutches my wrists, and stretches out my arms, forcing my hands back to the walls.
Not touching her is torture.
And I’m loving every second of it.
Gathering more bodywash in her hands, she runs them over my chest in slow, sensuous circles, her thumbs teasing my nipples before dipping lower. As she traces my abs, I hold my breath, waiting for her to reach my painfully hard dick.
Before she does, she steps into me, rises to her toes, and wraps her arms around my neck. I’m desperate to get my hands on her, to hold her too, but I obey her rules and keep them where they are. Closing my eyes, I allow something I’ve never felt before to sear into my soul. Although I already know I love her, there’s been that tiny niggling doubt about her feelings for me. Not anymore. With soap and her touch, she’s washing away all traces of uncertainty, leaving a clean slate of utter trust in my heart and on my skin. I’ve never felt so vulnerable and free and in utter reverence at the thought of a future with this amazing woman.
Pressing my mouth against her ear, I whisper, “What’re you doing to me?”
She slides an arm from my neck and pumps out another squirt of bodywash. “Learning you,” she murmurs as she reaches between us and slides her slippery hand tightly down my length.
I buck forward, burying my face in her the crook of her neck, my mouth opening against her flesh and biting down gently to stifle a groan.
Her hand slides up and down, so fucking soft and different from my own, it turns my mind to mush. After a few strokes, she pauses at the tip, her fingers gently exploring the swollen head, tracing its shape with such tenderness I want to sink to myknees. Testing my limits, she wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes me again. I keep my face buried against her neck as I move my hips, matching the maddeningly slow pace she’s set. I don’t want it to be over, but I’m at the end of my tether.
Sensing it, she whispers in my ear, “Come for me. All over my hand. I want to feel it, just like you did.”
She pulls back enough to kiss me and as her tongue enters my mouth, she strokes me harder, faster. Her hand, her tongue, her words, make it easy to obey her. I let go, jerking and pulsing in her tight grip while she swallows my almost silent groans.
Only when my smothered sounds fade does she break the kiss and look down at my cock in her hand, at the ropes of come on my stomach and her fist. We stand motionless, watching the water cascading over my shoulders slowly wash it away.
Releasing my dick, she cups the back of my neck and pulls me down, pressing her lips against my ear. “You’re so beautiful. Inside and out,” she whispers. “Now stay here until I’m gone.”
Then, with a gentle kiss to my lips, she reluctantly steps away and moves beyond the shower screen.
Turning her back to me, she glances over her shoulder, catching my eye before she peels off her wet top. Captivated, I watch her slide the clinging boxers down her perfect backside. When they stick to her thighs, she wiggles her gorgeous arse until they fall to her feet.
Fuck me.
She’s making me goddamn hard again.
As she reaches for a towel, I shift my gaze to the mirror above the vanity, catching a glimpse of her tight, naked body in profile before she covers herself and gets busy drying off.
Resting my forehead to the glass, I watch like a greedy savage when she drops the towel, showing off those beautiful cheeks again before she grabs the robe from the back of the door and shrugs it on.
She scoops her wet clothes off the floor, wraps them in a towel and throws me a cheeky grin before she carefully unlocks the door and inches it open.
Then she’s gone and all the air I’ve been holding rushes from my mouth.
She’s going to kill me.
But as frustrating as it is, I think I like this game of enforced denial and sneaking around like naughty teenagers. Seeing how much we can give and take without breaking our word. Proving that our promises mean something, even when they’re not given to each other. That we can love one another with looks and touches alone.
The anticipation of waiting to be inside her is torture, but I love that we have that to look forward to. And after her little performance just now, who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Chapter 38
Jamie
Silencing my phone’s alarm, I continue to stare at the ceiling like I’ve been doing for the last hour. With so many things swirling around in my head, I have no idea how I managed to get any sleep at all.
I’ve decided to take a sickie today. I know it won’t look good, not right before the firm officially breaks for Christmas tomorrow, but I can’t summon the mental capacity to care. Finding Mum’s letter is far more important. From what myfather said in his video, it sounds like it’ll hold the answers I’ve desperately craved for so long.
