Page 429 of Rock Me All Night
"I haven't been with anyone since before—" He motions to his still erect cock.
I check the date. Three days ago. I look back into his eyes. "You got this for me?"
He nods.
"But you called this off at the show."
"Was trying to convince myself I could want something else."
"What else?"
"Something less complicated. That wouldn't end with one of us hurting." He presses his lips into my neck. "You want me to get a condom?"
"You trust me?"
He nods. "Even with my hands here." He slides his hands over my chest to cup my breasts.
"I'm clean. I got tested after everything with my ex and again six months after." I lean into his touch. "I have an IUD. Got it just in case... anything happened again."
"Just in case?" He lowers his voice. "Oh."
"It's not exactly a sexy conversation."
"No, just—" He leads me into the shower. "Not enough blood in my brain for me to think quickly."
I move under the flow of the showerhead. I'm already flushed. The warm water threatens to overheat me. I switch places and watch with rapt attention as water streams down Tom's perfect body.
His hands go to my shoulders. His lips go to my ear. "You've been through so much pain. With your parents. Your ex."
I press my back into his chest. Being this close isn't just sexy. It's intimate. Safe. We're in a magic bubble where nothing else can hurt us. "You have, too. You just don't let on."
He tilts my head towards his shoulder and presses his lips to the spot just behind my ears. "I've never felt like this before. Like the only thing I wanted was to take someone's pain away."
There isn't much space to move around. I let Tom lead. He positions me under the water then takes his sweet, sweet time wetting, shampooing, and rinsing my hair.
"I know there's nothing I can do to erase the past." He conditions and rinses my hair. His hands trace a slow path from the back of my neck to my sides. "But I can even the score with a hell of a lot of pleasure."
Tom presses me into the wall. The weight of his body sinks into mine. We're both sopping wet, slippery in just the right way. I let my eyes close so I can focus on Tom dragging his fingertips down my chest. It's different than when we're dry. Slicker. Smoother. The pleasure is diffused through my entire torso.
His hands explore my sides and stomach and back. They make their way back up my torso and curve around my breasts.
Tom rubs his thumbs over my nipples. "Look at me, Willow."
His eyes are filled with desire. My knees threaten to buckle from the intensity of it.
"I have a hypothesis to test here." He draws slow circles around me. "I'm going to need your feedback."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" He shifts so his cock presses against my belly.
"Your hypothesis. The one about small breasts being responsive, right?"
"You're a budding scientist."
He flicks his fingers over my nipples until I'm panting. So much for diffuse pleasure. Every touch sends a shock wave straight to my core. I reach for something to steady myself.
"This is a very good experiment," I groan. "We should probably repeat it every day."
