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A small shiver seems to go through Wyla’s body. Her laughter has stopped and her smile turns into a sexy smirk. She wraps her arms around my neck.
I lift her up from the counter. “I think we’ll start with any of them that involve a shower.”
She places kisses on my neck. “Brilliant plan.”
I carry her into the walk-in, tiled shower. I’ll admit this hotel room is a bit nicer than when the whole team has to stay somewhere. I don’t know if everywhere else was full or if I was just one lucky son of a bitch for the team’s assistant to book this place because this hotel room has been fucking good to me.
I set Wyla down, letting her get under the water first… mostly. I technically let her under the water but if you think I’m not going to be touching her body while the hot water falls over her, you’re insane.
“So, what do these book boyfriends do in the shower?”
Wyla traces her hands around the lines of my chest and abs, “I could tell you, but it’s much more book boyfriend-ish to figure it out on your own.”
“That’s a little unfair. I haven’t read your books. You have knowledge I don’t.”
“That sounds like a you problem, babe.” Wyla taps my arm for us to switch. She grabs the shampoo bottle andsqueezes some out in her hand. “I have faith you can think of something.”
I shamelessly look at her naked body from top to bottom. “I can think of so many things I want to do to you, Wy.”
She smiles and closes her eyes as she works her fingers through her hair. I tug her closer by her hips then take her arms and pull them down. I start to massage the soap into her hair, gently. Her hands wrap around my waist and her eyes shut again.
“I knew you could figure it out.”
I laugh. “You said you weren’t going to tell me.”
“I didn’t, I hinted. Girls always hint and book boyfriends know how to pick up those hints.” Wyla opens her beautiful hazel eyes and her arms move up around my neck. “Improv moves are also welcome but that's more for the professionals.”
My hands leave her head to reach for the body wash. I squeeze some out and start to massage it on her body, giving a few places a little bit more attention. “I’d like to think I’m capable of going pro.”
When I finish, I let her back under the water and she pulls me closer. “I think you are very capable.” She lifts up on her tiptoes the best she can and her arms around myneck tug down for me to meet her half way. A request I happily oblige.
The hot water falls over us both as our tongues make slow passes. I feel like a fucking teenager again. Ready to absolutely blow my load at any second. Four times tonight. I’ve had her four times but it doesn’t matter because I want more. Just one more.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her over to the side, up against the black tiles. I continue to kiss her slowly while my hands travel around her body. From her ass, to her hips, to her perfect breasts.
“Jett,” she moans, and grinds against me.
I take that moan as a request for more and without hesitation drop to my knees and hook one of her legs around my shoulder. “This pussy is so fucking incredible. I want to take my time this round.” I lightly lick up her center and she shutters against the wall.
“I don’t know how much time I can give you,” she says breathlessly.
I lick her slowly again and she moans. “I guess you’ll just have to give me two then.” I give her clit a little nip with my teeth then do small swirls with my tongue. She moans loudly and her body sinks a little lower. It seems my girl loves a little pain with her pleasure.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” Wyla pants. “Do it again.”
I pull out my southern accent for a classic, “Yes, ma’am.”
I see Wyla’s smile flash across her face. In our four rounds we’ve done a little exploring. So this time when I bite her clit, I also tease her rim. That smile on her face quickly changes as she moans.
“Jett.” Her head falls back and one hand grips onto my hair while the other steadies her on the wall as I slide my finger in her backside.
She screams out my name again and the grip on my hair tightens, pulling me in while her hips roll out her orgasm.
I don’t dare slow down or pull back, wanting her to use my face for every second of her pleasure. After a few seconds her body slows and her hips stop. She lets go of my head and looks down at me with a satisfied smile. I meet her eyes and give her clit another slow flick.
Her head falls back again for a moment. “That was amazing.” She tries to pull her leg off my shoulder but I pull it back.
“I said I was taking my time, Wy. I’m not done with you.” I don’t know if I ever will be.
