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I reach for her hand. “That depends whether you plan to join me,” I tell her, flicking the drain open with my foot. The sudsy solution drains out of the tub and I stand up, tugging Opal with me. I flick the shower curtain close and crank the shower on full blast. I hear Oscar meow outside the bathroom door, and Opal giggles as she steps into my arms in the steaming hot water.

I want to shove her against the shower wall and thrust into her like a caveman, like we’ve done before, but something seems different between us. She gave me something real the last time we talked and she told me about her family. So I brush the wet hair from her eyes and I lean in to kiss her, so gently, as the warm water rolls off her back.

Her lips mold to mine hesitantly at first, and then hungrily as she threads her arms around my neck. I feel her nipples harden against my chest and a groan escapes my throat. The soft weight of her breasts presses against my skin, her belly against my own. I knead the globes of her ass and then moan as she reaches for the soap, running her slick hands along my chest, my arms, my back.

Slowly, never taking her eyes off me, Opal washes me and I have to brace myself against the wall and the shower curtain rod when she gets to my cock. The feel of her soap-covered hands sliding up and down my shaft is about to send me over the edge. “I want to touch you,” I tell her as she bites her bottom lip, sinking to her knees and running her hands up and down my thighs.

She shakes her head. “Not yet.” I draw in a ragged breath as she reaches around and washes my ass. Opal stands, dragging her nipples up the front of my body, causing my cock to twitch, but I don’t reach out for her. “This is the hottest you’ve ever been to me,” she says.

“Really? Covered in skunk funk?” We both laugh, and Opal reaches up and rubs a hand against my stubble, nodding.

“You came when I needed you,” she says. She gestures for me to duck down a bit and Opal squirts some shampoo on her hand, begins to wash my hair. I rest my head on her shoulder while she massages my scalp. “First I ignored you for a few weeks, and you kept calling. Then you knew it was animals out there, but you didn’t tell me I was overreacting, even though I was.” Opal takes a deep breath. “That means so much to me, Archer. You have no idea.”

I decide to risk pulling my arms around her in a hug and she melts against me, cheek resting against my shoulder. The warm water rolls off both of us, and it feels so right to be here together with her. “It seemed important to you,” I say, softly. “You are important to me, Opal.”

“Thank you, Archer,” she says, not looking up. I feel her take a deep breath and let it out. “I think I’m ready to try being with you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Opal

WHEN ARCHER KISSES me this time, it feels like something has shifted. Whether it’s in him or in me, I don’t know, but his mouth is less desperate and more…conversational as he slides his lips along my chin, the pads of his fingers along my body.

The warm heat in the bathroom wraps around us like an embrace, and I lean my head back as Archer makes his way down my chest, kissing and licking, nibbling and sucking at my nipples while his thumbs draw sparks from my nerves beneath my sensitive skin.

I gasp when Archer sinks to his knees in front of me and gently nudges my legs apart. He grins up at me as the warm water caresses me, and then he dives between my legs, licking along my seam and parting my folds with his gentle fingers. “Oh, Archer,” I purr. “Yes. Do that.”

He licks and sucks and rubs, swirling around my needy bud and I roll my hips, unable to control my response to his work on my body. “Yes, Precious. Ride my hand, baby. That’s it,” Archer encourages, his deep voice rumbling through the fog swirling around us as the bathroom heats up from the shower.

I feel my mind start to zoom to familiar worried thoughts.Have we been in too long? Will we run out of hot water? Am I overreacting? Are we wasting the water?But then Archer closes his teeth around my clit and I scream. “Oh! It feels so gooooood.” My head rolls back and I lean against the wall of the shower. My hips thrust wildly against Archer’s tongue while his fingers fuck me long and deep.

“Come for me, Precious,” he says, rubbing my thighs with one hand, licking me, and always keeping those long fingers sliding in and out, curling them to beckon the orgasm right out of me. And my body obeys, shattering in waves of ecstasy so intense I’m not sure what to do.

So I just moan his name. Knees weak, I start to sink down as I come and I come, but Archer supports me. His hands slide out from inside me and he grips my legs, rises to his feet, and kisses me on the mouth.

I swallow his own groans as my tongue slips between his lips. “Feel how hard I am for you, Precious. Always.”

“Yes, Archer,” I say, nodding.

“I want to make love to you now,” he says, turning off the water and reaching for a towel. He pulls the terrycloth material around us both, patting me dry, and I squeal as he scoops me up and opens the bathroom door. “Go find something to do,” he says to Oscar, who frowns at us and walks away down the hall.

Archer carries me into his bedroom and gently places me on his bed, not breaking contact with me as he climbs right in on top of me. “Your sheets are going to get all wet,” I murmur as I wriggle up to put my head on the pillow.

“Don’t care,” he mutters, planting kisses along my cheeks and then placing one palm flat against the headboard.

He reaches down between us with his other hand, grabbing his thick cock and lining it up against my entrance. “Are we safe or is it fertile time,” he asks with a small laugh, and I grab his cock from his hand and thrust against him, feeling the tip slide inside.

“Oh, god, that’s good, babe,” he groans and slides home. He plants his other hand up on the headboard, angling his hips so the friction hits me just right. This isn’t like the times I fucked him in his office to make me forget a hard day or dragged him into his kitchen to try and quiet my busy mind in order to sleep.

This is a dance between lovers, a gentle communication of pleasure and trust, of needing and receiving. The intensity of his affection for me overwhelms me and a tear escapes one eye as I wrap my arms around Archer’s waist.

A look of concern transforms his face and he freezes. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “Nothing at all,” I tell him, kissing whatever skin I can reach as I draw myself up on my forearms. “This is the closest I’ve ever felt to someone else,” I say, and he starts moving again. “I like it.”

Slowly, steadily he rocks inside me. I’m not sure how long we move together, but I feel another rising tide inside my tummy. “I’m going to come again,” I whisper, and he nods.

“God, Opal, yes. Come for me, Precious. Come.” He holds me in his gaze, staring intently at me as he clenches his jaw and works his hips, dipping harder at the bottom to give me what I need until I burst and the waves of pleasure roll through me. I feel my body contracting tightening around him.

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