Page 29 of Over and Above

I wasn’t sure if the tattoo talk had ruined the chance for sex or not, so I didn’t walk to the door. Instead, I bent to pet the dogs, trying for casually hopeful vibes.

“Yeah, Diesel’s working a night shift. Maren went to sleep hours ago. John is camping again because it’s one of the last weekends before football camp starts. Wren’s light flipped off a little before you came in.” He gestured at the kitchen door. “If you’re still interested in showering here…”

“Oh, I’m interested.” I couldn’t follow him fast enough, but I tried to be mindful of the sleeping household as we crept toward the guestroom where I’d spent the first few nights after the fire.

To my surprise, the bed was made with entirely different linens and a blue comforter. The boxes of winter clothes were gone, and one of Eric’s uniform shirts hung on a hanger on the bathroom door.

“Have you been sleeping in here?” I didn’t want to make too big a deal out of this, but it kind ofwasa big deal, another step forward out of that maze he’d been in. “You finally made the move?”

Blushing, he mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out.

“What?” I prompted, giving him a teasing poke to the arm. “Fess up.”

“Bed smelled like you. The room no longer looks like a memory either. It was time.” His eyes asked me not to keep teasing, so I simply nodded.

“I’m glad.” I headed toward the attached bathroom. “Gives us more plausible deniability for being in here.”

“I’m not sure any of our kids would buy water conservation or any other tall tale. But we can be fast. And quiet.” He locked the bathroom door behind us and flipped on the fan.

“I like a man who plans ahead.” I pulled him in for a kiss. “And not too fast. I’ve waited all damn week for this.”

“Me too.” Smiling softly, Eric flipped on the shower as I shucked my clothing. He did the same, giving me another glimpse of his labyrinth tattoo. I was no prize at the end of the maze, and I doubted I was in a position to be a guide either, but I was grateful to play some small role along his path.

My unusually sentimental mood continued as we climbed into the shower far larger than the one in the carriage house with room for us, a flip-down accessible seat, dual showerhead-sprayer combo, and an impressive array of bath products, undoubtedly owing to the room’s many guests. I grabbed the closest bottle of body wash, which promised a minty burst of energy.

Eric was in front of me. He angled himself so I could get wet as well, but I was more concerned with the opportunity to soap his long, lean back. I used my thumbs to search for knots and tight muscles. However, instead of leaning into my caresses, Eric tensed further.

“Do you not like massage? You’re a tricky person to do nice things for.” I kept my tone light, but it was true that he always seemed much more comfortable giving help than receiving it. However, the memory of how he’d looked when he’d let go and climaxed on the floor of the carriage house made me want to give him all the pleasure I could.

“I like you touching me. And the massage feels nice.” Looking over his shoulder, Eric quirked his lips. “I’m just not used to it.”

“Well, get used to it.” I poked him lightly right between his stiff shoulders. “I like being nice to you. And touching you is a present to me too.”

“Well, as long as you’re enjoying yourself.” Chuckling, he made a visible effort to relax, so I returned to washing his back, adding more rubbing until he was arching into my hands and making encouraging noises.

Good. I had him right where I wanted him, pliant and needy, and I steered him to sit on the shower seat.

“Now what are you doing?” His voice was way looser and more husky, matching his evident arousal. His cock bobbed in front of him, more appetizing than any snack.

“I believe that was you complaining about your ancient knees last time.” I sank down in front of him. Not the most graceful, but I arrived where I wanted to be—between his parted legs. “Luckily, mine still work.”

The warm water felt wonderful on my back and shoulders, but I was more concerned with Eric’s cock than anything to do with showering. Not that I was an expert at blowing another guy, but I knew enough to start with a firm grip and a lot of teasing with licks and open-mouth kisses before adding some shallow sucking on his oval cockhead.

“Oh. Ah. Wow.” A shudder raced through Eric.

“What’s that? No protests or critiques?” I chuckled at how receptive he was to my efforts. “I’m relatively new to this, so feel free to offer pointers.”

“A-plus. No notes. Keep going.” He pushed lightly on my shoulder. Emboldened, I went for more suction, staying shallow but using my hand to jack the shaft. I liked the warm weight of his cock in my mouth, the subtle stretch to my jaw, and gradually, I experimented with going deeper. Eric was an easy test subject because he moaned and cursed softly no matter what I tried, and also, he was good at holding still, not thrusting deeper than I could handle. He let me set the pace, so much so that his increased panting took me by surprise. “Close. God. You’re a natural.”

He’d tipped his head back against the tile wall, letting the water hit his chest, the picture of erotic bliss. The temptation to finish him off quickly was strong, but I wasn’t done playing. I pulled his hips forward, making his legs spread wider and enabling me to tease his rim with my index finger when I returned to sucking his cock.

“Oh. That. That.” He’d said he liked to bottom, so I’d hoped he’d enjoy play of this nature. However, his expressive reaction far exceeded my hopes, the hungry sounds he made and the way his muscles strained. I reached for a bottle of conditioner, some sort of coconut concoction. All I cared about was that it was slippery on my fingers. I rubbed slick circles around his rim, gradually adding shallow penetration. Eric released a low, needy moan as I delved deeper. “Two. Use two fingers.”

“Demanding.” I laughed, but I also wouldn’t turn down the request. I pulled back from sucking his cock so I could focus on reading Eric’s reactions as I pressed two fingers in, searching?—

“There.” Eric shuddered as I rubbed against his prostate. His thighs tensed and his face scrunched. If he was about to come, I wanted to taste it, so I resumed sucking, figuring out how to coordinate my hand and mouth on the fly. Apparently, I wasn’t half bad at that either because Eric moaned. He rocked his hips once before slamming his body back down like I’d issued an invisible order.

“You can move.” As much as I’d been cautious earlier about choking, I had an intense desire to see him let go that defied any worry about gag reflexes or stray teeth. My cock was harder than ever, and if I’d had a free hand, I likely could have beaten Eric to the orgasm punch. But I could wait. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

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