Page 41 of Can't Take Moore

I shoved his pants down to his ankles, then hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs, lightly grazing my fingernails against the sensitive skin there before I tugged them down, too.

Dean kicked his shoes off and stepped out of the rumpled pile of his pants and underwear before peeling his socks off. Still on my knees, I leaned forward and brushed a feather-light kiss against the velvet-soft skin at the tip of his rock-hard cock.

Dean held out a hand to help me up. “Come on, princess. Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?”

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet and tug me into the shower. The warm spray cascading over my body, washing away the clammy sweat clinging to my skin was nothing short of glorious. My tired, tense muscles instantly relaxed, and I sighed, then pressed a swift, fierce kiss against Dean’s lips.

“You were right. This was a fantastic idea.” I grabbed the bottle of body wash off the shelf to our right, flipped open the lid, and squeezed a generous dollop out into my palm before passing the bottle to him.

I started scrubbing at my shoulders and working my way down. I assumed Dean would start cleaning himself, too, but instead, he tucked my hair over one of my shoulders and started massaging my body. His hands worked on my shoulders and back, kneading the tension out of my muscles and helping me clean up all at once. I groaned and bit my lip, loving the feel of his soapy hands on my body. The tip of his hard, throbbing cock brushed against my ass, and I wiggled, grinding against it for a second. He gripped my hips and gently rolled his, stroking the length of his cock between my ass cheeks.

I shivered. “Let me wash my hair really quick, and then I want you to make love to me right here in the shower. The hot water on our naked, soapy bodies is far too enjoyable an opportunity to waste, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I absolutely agree, princess.”

Dean leaned against the back wall of the shower while I angled myself so I could watch the water cascade down his hard body as I shampooed my hair. I licked my lips as I watched the rivulets of water run down his muscled chest and abs. My gaze locked on his rigid, twitching cock. Dean noted the direction of my gaze and grinned in response, taking his shaft in a firm grip and giving it slow, languid strokes as he watched me massage the shampoo into my scalp.

My pussy throbbed at the sight of him stroking his cock, knowing that he was doing it for my benefit…and because I turned him on. I pressed my thighs together as we watched each other, reveling in the delicious friction. He was so sexy. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of having him like this.

I tipped my head back to rinse my hair and arched my back while I was at it, giving him the perfect view of my perky B-cup breasts in the process.

Still stroking his cock with one hand, Dean palmed one of my breasts with the other hand. I sighed, loving the feel of him caressing me. The instant all the shampoo suds rinsed out of my hair, I closed the space between us and wrapped my arms around his waist. Then I pushed up on my tiptoes and kissed him, loving the feel of his hard cock pressed against my belly as his tongue plunged into my mouth, stroking against mine. I moaned and backed up just enough to slide my hand between us to stroke his cock.

Following my lead, Dean reached between my thighs, his fingers rubbing along the seam of my dripping-wet sex. He slid his fingers between my folds, plunging two fingers deep inside my throbbing pussy. I clenched around him, and he groaned, his hips jerking as I continued stroking his cock.

“You’re so hot and wet for me, princess.” He leaned down and nibbled on my earlobe, then nipped his way down the column of my throat, his teeth grazing against the skin there.

“Yes. Always.” I shuddered as he slipped his fingers out of my wet pussy and dragged them up to rub my clit. I hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, already dangerously close to coming, and we hadn’t even really started yet. “I want you inside me. Right now.”

The words came out so forcefully that they even surprised me, but I realized I meant them. Desperately.

“You don’t want to come at least once before we get started?” Dean arched a brow at me, and I shook my head. Nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and my heart hammered against my rib cage like a battering ram. But being with him made me brave, and I decided to voice exactly what I wanted despite the fact that I was nervous as hell about it. I’d always been afraid to tell people what I wanted. It was always easier to worry about everyone else’s needs and feelings before my own, but not this time. Being with Dean had irrevocably changed me. For the better, I hoped.

Swallowing hard, I tipped my chin up and met his gaze. “If I’m going to come, I want it to be on your cock. I want you to bend me over and make love to me right here in the shower. I want you to fuck me until I fall apart and come with your cock buried balls deep inside me.”

“That is the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me. I will be more than happy to oblige, princess. Any day, any time. You give the word, and I’m there.” Dean pulled me close and kissed me, his fingers still rubbing slow circles on my clit. I squirmed, loving the feel of it, but determined not to orgasm until he gave me what I wanted.

Dean’s kiss left me dizzy and buzzing with pleasure. But it only grew when he turned me around and stroked a hand down my spine, bending me over just like I’d asked him to. I braced my hands against the shower wall and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations. The hot water pounding on my back, Dean’s grip on my hips, and the luxurious feel of him slowly pushing his cock into my pussy from behind created a symphony of pleasure that made my knees shake.

“You feel so damn good. I don’t know how long I can hold out when it feels this perfect.”

I rolled my hips, delighting in the feel of his cock buried to the hilt inside me. “Then don’t worry about how long you can last. Fuck me hard and fast and deep. We can see just how quickly you can make us both come.”

“As you wish, princess.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling at the movie reference, and then he did exactly as I asked. With a firm grip on my hips, Dean pounded into me from behind. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the shower, heightening my pleasure until an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through me.

I cried out, screaming my pleasure loud enough that the whole town probably heard, but I didn’t care. I writhed, grinding on Dean’s cock until he cried out, too, coming with me.

We turned off the shower, dried off, and flopped on my bed, panting and spent. “What about lunch?” I murmured the question with a luxurious stretch, and Dean cuddled me close.

“We’ll order in and have a picnic right here, in bed.” Pressing his finger under my chin to tilt my head back, he brushed his lips over mine. “But tonight, I’m taking you out on a proper date. I’ll make a reservation for the fondue place so you can get your chocolate fix.”

“Romance and chocolate?” I let out a happy sigh. “You know me so well.”

“Damn straight, I do, princess.”

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