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He tries to reach for me in return, but I catch his wrist.
“Not yet,” I whisper. “Let me take care of you.”
That overlay of lust is back in an instant, and he leans back, letting me take control.
I drop to my knees, the shower water pounding against my back, his breath ragged above me. He braces one hand on the tile, the other tangled in my hair. He’s not forcing me to do what he wants or even guiding me. It’s his way of being present in the moment with me.
And then I show him what it means to be wanted. When I grab his cock, Jasper lets out this little sound that’s not quite a moan but something close. Giving him a couple of strong pumps, I realize he’s already hard and so thick I can hardly get my hand around his girth. That’s when I decide to use two hands.
Jasper has a really nice cock. I have to give him that much. It’s long, thick, and curved just right for hitting my G-spot. If we ever get around to having sex, I have no doubt it will be phenomenal. He also has a nice heavy set of balls. I slide one hand down to cup them and use the other to guide his cock to my lips. Teasing the head with my tongue makes him wild. I can tell because he has his hand tangled in my wet hair and he pulls my hair slightly.
By the time I get around to swallowing as much of it as possible, his body is trembling. There is no way I could ever fit all of him in my mouth, so I concentrate on what I can, sucking so hard my cheeks hollow out. I tease the underside with my tongue, making him curse under his breath.
When his cock begins throbbing on my tongue, I know he’s about to come. I keep with him until he’s on the edge, and then I gently grasp his balls a bit tighter, and he shoots straight into my mouth. I do my best to swallow, but there’s just so much of it he coats my lips.
When I stand, my knees ache a bit from the tile. I can still taste the saltiness of him on my tongue. Jasper is braced against the wall, head tipped back, and his chest rising. Water beading on his skin, dripping from his chest, running in rivulets down his stomach. He looks at me like I just wrecked him. Pride swells in my chest that I can do that to him.
I lean in, pressing a lingering kiss to his chest. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close until our wet bodies are pressed against each other. For a moment, we just breathe the same steam-filled air. My cheek rests against his chest, and his heart is still hammering away.
“I could die happy right now,” he mutters, his voice deep and breathless.
“You’re not dying today,” I murmur. “You’ve got important club business that needs your attention.”
A laugh rumbles in his chest, making his body vibrate against mine. His mouth dips down and presses a kiss to my temple. It’s a sweet gesture that makes my heart beat a little faster. Then he exhales, deep and deliberate.
“Your turn,” he says.
I start to shake my head, but he’s not having it. Before I know it, he’s grabbing a thick towel off the rack right outside the shower and throwing it down on the little built-in bench in the corner of the shower. His big, strong hands lift me, guiding me to the seat. I sit, tilting my hips so he can see everything the Good Lord gave me. My body is still ramped up from the oral sex I just gave him, and I’m eager to have his hands on me some more. If I’m honest, I don’t want to be the only one giving anymore. He kneels in front of me with an eagerness that takes me by surprise. Jasper acts as though he was born to do it.
“You sure you’re okay with this? I’m not pressuring you, am I?” he asks, hands braced on my knees.
“I want to be with you,” I tell him. I don’t mention that I’ve not had sex in ages or how much I fantasize about how he’d feel inside me.
The words are barely out before he leans in. Jasper kisses the inside of my knee first, then makes a trail of kisses up my thigh all the way to my pussy. His hands coax my legs wider, and I let him because the look on his face says he’s not just doing this for me. He needs it too.
The first touch of his mouth is soft, exploratory. The first flick of his tongue is slow, tentative, and sensual. He takes his time figuring out what I like.
I love everything he’s doing. I press one hand to the tiled wall behind me, gripping onto the bar running along the wall. I feel like I need to tether myself to something solid while I’m carried along on a torrent of pleasure.
Jasper moans into me like I’m his favorite meal. Every movement is focused, deliberate. When he adds fingers, I almost lose my grip. My hips shift, and he follows the rhythm instinctively, adjusting pressure, finding that perfect spot. This is unlike any sex I’ve ever had.
Pleasure builds sharp and fast in my spine, winding tight with every stroke of his tongue. I cry out louder than I meant to when he sucks on my clit. He groans like my response only made him hungrier.
“You’re beautiful when you’re like this,” he murmurs. “I want you to come all over my tongue.”
When he sucks and taps my G-spot at the same time, I explode with a gush, making a guttural noise I hardly recognize as mine. I have never squirted in my entire life until now. It must be the months of pent-up stress and fear being released.
Jasper pulls me down from the bench and holds me on his lap on the shower floor. Thank goodness we’re not getting the full spray of the showerhead. He holds me through it, never once letting me go. He keeps kissing me, nuzzling his face against my head, and it feels like he’s encouraging me to soak up all his care and, dare I say, love. That I’m safe in his arms. When I finally catch my breath, I open my eyes to find him watching me. Hisface is flushed, and he’s still dripping wet. This new man of mine looks really pleased with himself, as well he should.
“Are you always this thorough?” I ask, my voice still hoarse from screaming.
He grins, resting his cheek on my thigh. “For you, always.”
He comes to his feet, lifting me as well. The minute my feet touch the floor, we make our way out of the shower. He wraps me in a towel, and slings one around his hips as well, tucking it in on one side. He uses a third one to rub through his hair.
He meets my gaze in the mirror and gives me a smirk that makes me want to roll my eyes and climb him at the same time.
“I think if you end up hanging around, we’re going to be doing that a lot,” he comments. “You good with that?” he asks.
