Toe the Line(32)

“You look like you’re ready to jump out of your skin, Noelle.” He chuckled.

“I do?”

“Yeah. Relax. Nothing crazy is going to happen. This is just gonna be a shower.” His glassy eyes fell to my breasts. “Maybe a little touching.”

A relieved breath escaped me. He had no idea how much I needed that assurance. I’d made a decision to have sex with Archie this summer, if he allowed it. I was ready, but I also needed some idea of when it might happen so I could mentally prepare. It was good to know he wasn’t rushing into anything right now. Maybe I wasn’t quite ready to jump in head first, despite how turned on I was.

Archie reached for the lever and started the water before returning to lean against the sink. The bathroom filled with steam as we stood there looking at each other. Then he lowered his shorts, followed by his boxer briefs.

Holy… Salivating, I gulped as I stared down at his huge dick. The tip glistened with precum. The muscles between my legs contracted. He was aroused—aroused by me. And that made me aroused. As if I needed a reason besides his perfect body and beautiful face. A piece of his hair fell over his forehead as he stood before me, unabashedly naked.

Then he disappeared behind the shower curtain.

Heart racing, I stood there for a few moments until I heard him say, “You gonna come in?”

“Oh.” I shook my head. “Yeah.”

I lifted my shirt and slipped my sports bra over my head. In the mirror, I could see a sheen of sweat covering my chest. Thankful that I’d shaved last night, I took off my shorts and looked down at my neatly groomed pubic area, hoping he’d like what he saw. Technically, he’d already seen it, albeit briefly. So I shouldn’t have been that nervous, right?

Why the hell am I so nervous, then?

He interrupted my thoughts as he spoke from behind the shower curtain. “You don’t have to come in, if you don’t want to.”

“I do,” I insisted. Moving the curtain aside, I stepped into the steamy shower.

Archie looked like carved stone in a rainstorm as the water poured over his tanned body. I also appreciated the up-close look at the tattoo on his upper arm, an animal’s face with an intricate design around it.

I traced my finger along his muscle. “This is a wolf?”

“Yeah. Our football team in high school was the Wolf Pack.”

My eyes trailed down the length of his body before traveling back up to meet his stare.

He pushed the water back off of his forehead. “What are you thinking right now?”

That I want to lick you, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself. “I’m nervous, but I’m excited.”

“I’m a little nervous, too, and I’m not used to that.” He put my hand on his chest. His heart beat rapidly.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“Yeah.” He chuckled.

That was a gamechanger. Somehow it was the one thing that managed to calm me down.

But I was now so calm that I didn’t realize I was staring down at his massive dick.

“See something you like, Noelle Simone Benedict?”

“Apparently.” I smiled. “And you’re huge, by the way.”

“I’m hard. Because I’m looking at you. You’re doing this to me.”

Oh. God.

As his gaze moved down my body, I got chills, despite being under the hot water.

Archie grabbed a sponge and squirted some body wash onto it. He began rubbing it over his chest as he continued to take me in.

He added more soap. “Can I wash you?”

I nodded.

He then began slowly rubbing the sponge over my body, sliding it along the contours of my neck before lowering it. As he circled around my breasts, I bent my head back. He wasn’t even actually touching me. If this felt good, I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when his hands were on me.

He slid the sponge down my torso. When it landed between my legs, I froze.

“This okay?” he whispered gruffly.

“Yes. Please don’t stop.”

He gently washed between my legs as I felt arousal pooling. He stayed in that spot for a while, looking into my eyes as he worked the sponge.

He knelt and moved the sponge down my legs. When he’d finished, he stood and pressed his naked body against mine.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Please…” I panted, yearning for it.

Archie took my lips with his and let out a deep breath into my mouth. I felt my body come alive in a way it hadn’t ever before. My legs felt weak as I arched my neck, and he groaned as he finally thrust his tongue inside. I moved my tongue faster to capture every bit of his taste. My clit throbbed as I raked my hands through his hair. My fingers then slid down his back, and I couldn’t help but squeeze the hard muscles of his ass.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Don’t touch me there.”

That felt like a punch to the gut. “I’m sorry.”

He stopped kissing me for a second. “No. It wasn’t bad—just the opposite. It felt too good. I’m trying to pace myself.” He took my mouth again hungrily.

As the water poured down over us, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in this moment. We were in our own little world. My heart rate hadn’t calmed a single bit, and I knew I was already too far gone to ever recover from this. His cock pressed into my abdomen as we continued to kiss voraciously. I wanted to feel his girth in my hand. “Can I touch you?” I asked.