Page 34 of Crave You

“You’re coming with me to the shower?” I ask.

“Yup,” he says. “Ever the environmentalist, saving water and all that.”

“Yeah right,” I laugh. “At least let me pee first.”

“OK, you’ve got thirty seconds,” Zander says. “One . . . two. . . three.”

I run for the bathroom and use the toilet as quickly as I can. I am halfway through brushing my teeth when Zander comes in. I finish up with him watching me and hand him my toothbrush. He takes it and puts some toothpaste on it, as I step into the bathtub and pull the curtain across. I turn the shower on and get the water warm, waiting for Zander to join.

When he steps in, I have to flicker my gaze away fast. Because he’s, well, just so gorgeous. That sculpted body and that cock that I already love way too much.

“You waited.” He smiles. “Good Leona.”

I manage to smile up at him, although I feel shy for some reason. “Yeah? You like Good Leona?”

In a flash, his hand presses my face into the wall and he breathes into my ear. “You know it.”

Just as quickly, he releases me, and as I practically groan with arousal, he casually picks up my shampoo, puts some on his palm, then turns me around so I’m facing away from him. He puts his hands on my head and massages the shampoo into my scalp and hair. He rinses it and repeats the process with my conditioner and then he picks up the shower gel. I expect him to squirt some on my sponge, but he doesn’t. He squirts it on his hands and then he lathers me up, running his hands all over my body. He starts on my chest, bringing my nipples to life – “Beautiful, perfect tits,” he growls affectionately - and then he moves his hands down over my sides and stomach. He comes back up and runs his hands over my shoulders and down my arms and then over my back.

“Fucking love your tight body,” he murmurs into my ear.

But as he continues stroking me, he skips the part I most want him to touch and crouches down instead.

He runs his hands over my calves and then up my legs to my thighs, rubbing my inner thighs until I am groaning.

“Yeah?” He’s smirking, the asshole. “You like that?”

“Please,” is all I say.

Still smirking, he stands back up and massages my ass cheeks and — finally — he moves his hand to the front and slips his fingers in between my lips, rubbing my clit.

"Oh, fuck,” I groan.

“Fucking right,” he growls, flickering his fingers in me.

In and out. In, and out. God, he’s so fast and adept, I’m already near-cumming.

“Zander,” I moan.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna cum.”

He goes even faster, pressing his thumb against my clit too. His voice is pure command: “Then cum. Cum for me.”

And, just like that, I do. My body explodes into blind, perfect pleasure.

He rubs me until I cum, his name on my lips and then I turn around and kiss him.

I deepen the kiss and then pull away, leaving him wanting more, I hope. I sit down on the side of the bath, ignoring the cold of the porcelain against my skin. I reach out for Zander and pull him towards me. I take his cock into my mouth and put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Oh baby,” he says appreciatively.

I almost grin, though it isn’t easy with his cock in my mouth.

I suck him hard, and he begins to thrust. It’s not long before the now-familiar feeling that I might gag, but I force myself to breathe through my nose and ignore it. Just as Zander is about to come, he reaches down and pulls me back to my feet, his cock coming out of my mouth. Before I can protest, he spins me around and kisses my neck, then he gently bends me forward.

“Zander?” I say.

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