Page 65 of Rocky Mountain Desire
It wasn’t the biggest room in the apartment, but with the oversized tub she was happy. She knew from experience they both fit.
“Stand up.” Matt lowered her slowly and gave her time to find her footing. She stepped back to make room for him, but instead of joining her, he fiddled with the curtains, sliding them to the side. He turned on the tap and adjusted temperatures, leaning over the edge of the tub.
“What’re you doing?”
He stood and snatched the showerhead off the hook, twirling the hose to turn the head into the tub. “Whatever I want, right?”
“But I thought—”
He frowned and Hope snapped her lips together. Okay. Right.
She waited, wondering, as he flicked knobs and got the spray started. A gentle stream fed over her skin as he aimed the warm water. Liquid slid down in sheets as he changed the direction from her shoulders, over her breasts to her belly. The zigzagging motion reminded her of a brief, gentle prewash.
A laugh escaped.
He looked up from where he’d been staring in admiration. “What’s that for?”
“I feel as if I’m standing in a car wash and waiting for the next cycle to begin.”
Matt nodded, his pupils going dark as he examined her carefully. “There are a lot of things about to happen.”
He hooked the hose around the faucet and jammed it in place to keep the water inside the tub. Then he grabbed her body wash and scrubbed her from top to bottom. Bubbles covered her everywhere. Tiny goose bumps rose in spite of the heat of the water and the heat of his touch. Every caress was a tease, a delight. He massaged her breasts with a full palm and fingers, circles and circles and more circles until her nipples throbbed against his slick hands. Then he moved farther south, cleaning all the signs of his seed from her. Yet even as his markings washed away, it was as if he painted her with a far more permanent brand. Something invisible, but undeniable.
When he slipped his fingers through her curls and along her labia she sighed happily.
Matt growled in approval. “You make the most wonderful noises. I can tell exactly how soft or hard to go by the sounds escaping your lips.”
Hope considered sealing her mouth tight to see what he’d do, but where was the fun in that? Instead, she widened her stance, making it easier for him to touch her.
Matt didn’t stop at her sex, or at least not for nearly long enough. He went all the way down, his thick fingers amazingly delicate on the back of her knees and between her toes.
She was all comfortable and content, especially when he grabbed the showerhead and rinsed her delicately, bubbles slipping down the drain with a quiet gurgle.
Then he rotated the showerhead off the widest setting to the tightest point, and her relaxation scurried down the drain as well.
“Now that you’re cleaned up, I think you’re ready for the next thing.”
And the next thing appeared to be tormenting her. Hope gasped as he directed the pulsing stream directly at her right nipple. The pressure was hard enough to make her body tighten. A tingling began, leading from her sensitive breasts to deep inside where she grew achy and needy for him. She wanted him to put down the playthings and simply give her his cock.
Matt sat on the edge of the tub and switched the water to the other breast. Then he covered her right nipple with his mouth and sucked.
“I like that.”
“Hmm.” Matt mumbled around his mouthful, lashing his tongue over the responsive tip before using his teeth and dragging out a little scream.
She watched him—there was something so erotic about seeing his mouth on her that increased the wonderfulness of it. Observing his other hand approach, anticipating the second before he made contact with her waist.
What she didn’t anticipate was him dropping the level of the showerhead until the hard stream pulsed in a direct line with her clit.
“Matt!”
“Spread your legs more,” he ordered. Hope obeyed, then shivered as he put his mouth back on her breast and sucked hard. When his free hand snuck around her ass, she was ready to explode.
He fingered the crease between her cheeks, all soapy and slick. One finger circled her most sensitive spot. She was in overload. Her breasts, her clit…her entire body vibrated on the edge. So when he pushed that finger deep into her ass, it was no surprise that she came. Sex pulsing, constricting around a cock that wasn’t there. Her ass clenching tight on his finger.
It was a miracle her legs didn’t give out and let her collapse into the tub.
He finally crawled over the edge and joined her, putting the showerhead back into place and adjusting the spray to cover them both as he pulled her still-shaking body against his firm muscles.
