Evolved(19)

The water shot from the wall jets, and Shaun’s smile widened, though he extended his hand. “After you.”

I walked into the long shower cubicle. It was simply three walls, completely tiled, no glass panelling, with water jets down two walls and overhead. I put my head back and let the water massage my head, my back, and my chest, and when I opened my eyes, Shaun stood there, staring at me.

“You are more appealing when you are wet,” he said.

I laughed and held out my hand. He took it and I pulled him into the shower, giving him the line of the water jets. I took the soap recommended for his skin and put it in his hand. “This soap is especially for you. You rub this all over your body.”

“I am not certain that is a task with which I’m familiar,” he said. “Perhaps you should do it for me.”

I chuckled in disbelief and shock. “Is that so?”

He smirked.

“I thought you had extensive knowledge about… everything.”

The water had flattened his hair, which now lay in spikes down his forehead. His blue eyes sparkled with humour and daring, and water cascaded off his chin. “Some things are best shown.”

My God. He was truly flirting. Not even flirting. He was feigning ignorance of a life skill I was completely certain he knew how to do on his own so that I would touch him all over.

He was being provocative. Playing with sexual innuendo and manipulating me to give him what he wanted. I might have been a little perturbed if he hadn’t been wet and naked, smiling like that, and semi-hard, offering me his body.

I knew once this gate to sexual interaction had been opened, it wouldn’t ever close. Once I’d started, I wouldn’t want to ever stop.

“Lean your shoulders back against the wall,” I said, my voice gruff with desire.

His smirk became a smile, and he did what I asked, letting his arms hang at his sides. The water jets hit his ribs and chest and when I rubbed the soap over his chest, he closed his eyes and hummed. “It is recommended I be cleaned after every sexual encounter,” he said in a murmur.

I soaped up my hand, pumped his cock, and cupped his balls, washing him thoroughly. “Is that so?”

His eyes opened lazily, heavy lidded. He looked from my eyes to my cock, then back to my eyes. God, now he was being seductive? “May I touch you?”

“No,” I said, asserting my authority. He kept his hands by his sides. I stood over him, my feet outside his, our cocks aligned. Being with him in the shower and having him be so sexual, I was ready to go again—which he obviously was in tune with.

He would be as aroused as I was.

I leaned against him, pressing our erections between our bellies, and brushed my lips to his. “You like being touched,” I whispered.

“Yes.”

“You like being kissed.”

“Yes.”

“You like to come.”

He flexed his hips but kept his hands by his sides. “Yes.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes.”

I rutted against him, chasing our release. He would come whenever I did. I put my hands on his hips, up over his flat stomach, his lats, his pecs, his nipples. I used this opportunity to explore his body, every inch, every soft edge and hard plane. He felt incredible.

He might have been an android, but he was all man.

I crushed my mouth to his and he opened, letting me in. His tongue flicked mine, teased and tangled, and he moaned.

God help me, the sounds he made sent me hurtling toward the precipice.

I reached between us and took both of us in my fist again. His arms remained still, following my order, and there was something heady about that. Something that sang to the control freak in me.

I looked down between us, at our cocks together, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me, my orgasm rocketed through me. Shaun pulsed in my hand and ecstasy crashed through me as I came. Shaun’s cock pulsed again, and he groaned as I shot between us, my come quickly washing away with the stream of water.

I fell against him for a breathless moment, and when I opened my eyes and looked at his face, he was staring intently at me. “May I touch you now?”

I rolled my neck, languid and boneless. “Yes, please.”

He quickly wrapped his arms around me, caging me in but cradling me gently, and he pressed me against the wall. I was barely jostled; he was so aware of space and pressure, but his weight against me felt divine, hard in all the right places, yet his lips were so soft.

He initiated this kiss. He wanted it. He ran his hands into my hair, down my back, and over my arse, touching me everywhere he could reach while he still kissed me. And when he pulled away, he cupped my jaw before kissing me softly again, his eyes closed.

“I like showering very much,” he said.

I laughed and reached up to shut the water off. My chest was still heaving and my mind was swimming, my body spent and blissful. I kept one hand on his hip, keeping him right where he was.

It was ridiculous. I’d climaxed twice and it still wasn’t enough. Admittedly, it had been a long time for me. I’d rarely even touched myself since Ian left. In the last two years, I’d had no real desire and the mess was never worth the relief.

But it was different with Shaun.

I was attracted to him. My body reacted to him. I shivered, causing him to pull back. “You are cold.”