Shattered Ties(63)

“You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” I asked.

She rolled over and smiled. “I know.”

“Good. I just wanted to make sure you knew that.”

I leaned down to kiss her, but she sat up and scooted away from me.

“I need a shower. Traveling makes me feel icky.”

“A shower sounds good.” I grinned, hoping she would invite me to go with her. “Do you need any help? I’ll be glad to offer my assistance if you do.”

She laughed. “Sure, why not? But you’re only washing me.”

“I can behave.”

“We’ll see.” She unzipped one of her bags to pull out her toiletries and a pair of pajamas.

I did the same and followed her into the bathroom. She slipped out of the sweatpants and T-shirt that she’d worn on the plane and threw them down on the floor. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, but I put my hands over hers.

“I’ve got it,” I murmured.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

I unsnapped it and pushed the straps down her arms until it fell to the floor in front of her. She shimmied out of her boy shorts, and I took off my shoes and peeled off my shirt and pants. My boxers went next, and then we were both fully naked, inches away from each other. When I ran my fingertips across her shoulders, she shivered.

“I thought you were going to behave.”

I grinned as I let my hands fall to my sides. “Sorry. I forgot.” “Sure you did.” She stepped forward and turned on the water.

As she walked into the mist, I followed.

“I’ll wash you, and then you can wash me,” I told her as I grabbed a washcloth and her body wash.

“I don’t think that classifies as behaving.”

“Sure it does. I’m just going to wash you.”

She remained silent as I wet the washcloth and squirted her body wash onto it. I started by running it across her neck before slowly making my way down to her nipples. Her breath hitched as I made circling motions around them. I ran the cloth between her breasts and then down her stomach. Just before I reached her hips, I came back up and started washing the top of her back. Again, I slowly made my way down until I was running the cloth across her bottom. She was trying to keep her breathing steady, but I could see how much effort she was putting into it. I ran the cloth across her arms before rinsing it out and setting it down.

“Done already?” she asked.

“Nope. I just wanted to wash your hair before I finished.”

I grabbed her shampoo and poured some of it into my hands. I started running my hands through her hair until I was satisfied. She held her head under the spray to wash the shampoo out as I picked the cloth back up.

“Almost done,” I told her.

I ran the cloth across her hips quickly before putting it between her legs.

She grabbed the rail as I rubbed her clit with the cloth.

“This isn’t behaving,” she moaned.

I grinned as I suddenly pulled the cloth away. “Sure it is. I’m done already. Now, it’s your turn.”

She gave me a wicked smile as she grabbed my shampoo and started massaging it through my hair. I closed my eyes and relaxed as her fingers massaged my scalp.

“Rinse your hair,” she ordered.

I did as she’d said. As soon as I finished, she grabbed a new washcloth and started washing me. She used the same teasing method that I’d done to her. She started at my neck and worked her way down my chest. She took her time as she circled my nipples and then further down. I expected her to stop when she reached my hips, but she didn’t. Instead, she dropped the cloth and used her hands to wash my shaft. I moaned as she slowly stroked me.

“Now, who isn’t behaving?” I groaned.

“I never said that I’d behave.”

She had a point. Before I realized what she was doing, she dropped to her knees and ran her tongue over my shaft. My hips jerked, and I grabbed the shower wall. I looked down to see her staring up at me with such an innocent expression. She opened her mouth and sucked me deep inside until I was almost touching the back of her throat. I knew for a fact that she’d never done this, but if I hadn’t, I would have sworn that she had. She somehow knew what she was doing.

“Fuck!” I groaned as she started sucking on me.

It felt like there was fire running through my veins as she rotated between sucking and rolling her tongue over my head. She released me when I grabbed her and pulled her up to me. I shut off the water before picking her up and taking her to our bed, both of us still soaking wet.

I threw her down on the bed and walked to the bag I’d grabbed my toiletries from a few minutes earlier. I’d stashed a box of condoms in there, and I pulled one out. I ripped open the package and rolled on the condom.

Seconds later, I was on top of her, thrusting deep. When she cried out, I froze. She was still so tight, and I was afraid that I’d hurt her.

“Shit! Are you okay, Emma? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“I’m fine. Just...just don’t stop.”

“I can do that. I’m not going to hold back, but if it hurts, tell me, and we’ll slow down.”

“Okay.”

I started thrusting again, deep and hard. I’d held back our first time, but I couldn’t this time. I needed this. I needed to feel her tightness squeezing my dick as I pounded into her over and over. I kept up our frantic rhythm, and I felt her explode around me. She cried out as her orgasm rocked through her, but I never once slowed. I was going to make sure that she never forgot this.