Page 48 of The Ranger Gets His Girl

He turned the water on, and she stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. They just stood there as she felt his breathing even. His hands covered hers on his chest, then he reached out and tested the water.

"Come on, little bird. In you go," he murmured softly. She pulled her eyes open and followed him into the water. He sat on the bench and pulled her onto his lap, draping her legs to one side.

She leaned her head back against the wall. Her entire body felt boneless and satiated. He grabbed the loofa on the shelf next to him and lathered it up her legs. She hummed with pleasure.

"You don't have to do that. I can wash myself."

The loofa swished back and forth over her stomach as he replied. "I know, but I want to. I like taking care of you, little bird. It makes me feel needed, and it's been a while since I've felt like this."

She smiled, her eyes still shut. "Me too. Actually, I've never felt like this. My ex in high school was a dick, but didn't do much with his dick, if you know what I mean."

Mason snorted as he ran his hands and the loofa over her breasts. "I'm sorry but also not sorry. Now I get to show you all kinds of things."

She grinned and opened her eyes as his hand dove between her legs. "Oh yeah? What do you want to show me?"

He pressed her legs apart, setting one foot on the floor of the shower with the other still across his lap. She saw his dick was half-hard again as he dipped his fingers in and around her, gently cleaning her up.

His blue eyes darkened with desire as he played with her slowly. "I want to show you the world."

She giggled and broke into song. "Shining, shimmering, splendid."

His eyes widened and he arched a brow. "You want me to call you princess from now on?"

She laughed. "Do you want me to call you street rat?"

He grinned and flicked her clit, making her gasp and her laughter to fade. "I want you to call me master."

He slid a finger inside, and her eyes fluttered. "I—I can do that. But why?"

He pressed another inside, stretching her and making her tremble. "I want to master your body like a puppet on a string, pulling every orgasm out of you. I want to make you scream as you cum. I know you got your master's degree, but I want to master your body, your mind, your soul. Do you like that idea, little bird?"

She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes as her breathing grew shorter. She was too sensitive, and his fingers were distracting her. Was it a deal? Did that mean their relationship would continue after this two-weeks was over?

"Maybe," she said. "I guess we'll take each day one at a time and see how it goes. At least for this trip."

He nodded and paused, then his thumb circled her clit. "Are you ready for bed, little bird?"

She hummed, then sat up. "Yeah, but first there's something I want to try. If you're up for it." She crawled onto her knees in front of him, the warm water falling over her skin and soothing her as his fingers left her body.

His hands settled on either side of her face, and he leaned forward and kissed her. It was tender, gentle, and somehow more meaningful than any of their sexual encounters so far. When he pulled back and smiled, she knew it was only a matter of time before she fell in love with him. She probably wouldn't survive the two weeks.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, his voice deep and dark.

She licked her lips and looked down at his dick. "It's just, I've not spent any amount of time with a dick before. My ex... it was a lot of heavy petting and in the dark. I—I wasn't, well, he said I wasn't that attractive and didn't want to take our clothes off. Anyway, I was hoping you'd let me, um, will you teach me how to give a blow job? I don't know what all the fuss is about, and I—"

His lips crashed to hers again, and she grabbed his thighs as he drew her closer. His tongue dove inside, twirling and twisting, making her gasp and try to take him deeper.

"God, yes. Lucy, little bird, my sunshine, you never have to ask," he chuckled, releasing her face and leaning back against the shower wall. "I wasn't sure how much you wanted to explore sexually, and I never want to push you into things. But yes, explore away."

She looked down, hesitant as she slowly drew her hands up his thick thighs. "If you're going to be master, does that make me your padawan?"

His eyes widened as she traced her fingers along his cock. "Hell yeah. Do you finally agree Star Wars is superior?"

She wanted to roll her eyes but was mesmerized by his dick. "We'll see."

He hissed a breath, and she glanced up then back down at him. It curved up toward his stomach now, and the head was darker than the rest. She followed the thick vein on the underside to the tip, then wrapped her hand around it.

Her fingers didn't connect all the way around, but she leaned down and licked the tip. It was salty but not overwhelmingly so like the ocean. She wrapped her other hand around it and slid them both up and down. It was hard as metal but soft as silk.

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