Page 83 of Your Soul to Keep

I laid my forehead on his chest for a moment and breathed him in, then murmured, “Your turn.”

I circled the loofah over his wide chest and down his arms, covering his ink in bubbles before revealing them once more by sluicing water over him.

“Turn,” I murmured, wanting to leave the best for last. I attended his broad back and round ass then settled on my knees to run it over his legs, reaching around to do the front of his thighs.

I looked up to find his dark head dropped between his shoulders and his hands braced on the tiles.

“Turn, Gabe,” I ordered softly.

He huffed out a laugh. “I, uh—”

“Turn,” I demanded softly.

He stepped back as he turned, his erection heavy between us.

I shuffled forward on my knees, leaned in, and slowly took him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck!” he breathed. One hand slapped loudly against the tile while his other hand fisted in my hair. “Shae-baby,” he panted. “You don’t have to do that.”

In answer, I pulled back, suctioned my mouth around his head, laved him with my tongue, and sucked him deep. Reaching up to tweak his nipple, I elicited a satisfyingly rough grunt.

“Shae,” he groaned, his hips involuntarily punching forward. “Sorry, baby,” he gasped, immediately loosening his hold on my hair.

I dug my fingers into his ass, encouraging him to move.

His hips jerked before he held himself rigid once more, his breathing heavy.

I released him and looked up. “You can move, baby. Take my mouth the way I know you want to.”

He nodded tightly, his face tight, eyes hooded.

I dipped to take his balls into my mouth, swirling my tongue around each, my chest swelling as a low, strangled sound came from his throat. Parting my lips around his needy cock, I tapped his ass sharply.

He began to move, slowly thrusting inside my mouth, cautiously feeding me inch by inch.

Allowing him to set the pace, I urged him onward with soft lips and an eager tongue. When I rasped over his length with the edge of my teeth, he hissed in a sharp breath and drove forward.

I hummed my approval around the head of his cock.

His hand tightened in my hair as his hips rolled, my name a low moan. “Shae,” he warned. “Shae-baby.”

He yanked on my hair to pull me off, but I dug my fingers into his ass and swallowed him down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.

His hand clamped down, cupping the back of my head as his body bowed, his cock jerking inside my mouth as I sucked every last drop out of him.

“Shae,” he breathed.

He trembled as I released him then reached down to pull me to my feet.

Jaw slack, his eyes latched onto my swollen mouth, he breathed, “My God, you’re beautiful.”

I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his hair, ignoring the slick ache pulsing between my thighs. “I want to wash your hair now.”

He lifted the shampoo and poured it into my palm.

I worked it through his hair, laughing when he dipped his knees so I could reach.

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