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Emily
It’s hard to discern between excitement and anxiety sometimes. I’ve always been very cautious. I’ve never been the type of girl who flew by the seat of her pants, as some people would say. Chad was helping me discover a whole new way of experiencing life, and it was amazing. I totally wanted Chad to come home with me after dinner, because I couldn’t wait to have sex with him. I also felt like I was going to throw up because I was so nervous about having sex with him. If I had more experience, this might have been easier, but I didn’t, and it wasn’t. As I said, it was exciting and terrifying.
For one, this guy was sexier than any man I ever fantasized about being with. Secondly, he was much more experienced than I was in the sex department, which made me feel inferior. Third, I don’t even know. There were a million thirds. I felt things for this guy I had never felt before. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or, even more importantly, disappoint him. This relationship thing was uncharted territory for me.
I was completely and utterly out of my element. I knew he could feel my apprehension. He offered to take it slow, to leave, to keep things strictly platonic…God, where did this guy come from? He couldn’t have been any more considerate of my feelings or more intuitive to my needs.
I told him a shower did sound like a great idea. I wasn’t sure I could handle undressing in front of him, though.
“Hey, I’ll go into the bathroom and hop in the shower. Join me when you’re ready, and if you change your mind, that’s OK too,” he said gallantly.
“OK” was all I could muster. I walked to my closet and grabbed a plush white robe. Of course it was virginal white. It was the only robe I had, so it had to do. I walked over to the bed and put the robe down. I took a deep breath, hoping it would make me a little calmer. I was so ready for a better relationship than I’d had with Martin. Here was an opportunity. I had to take it.
I was taking my shoes off when I realized he wouldn’t stay in the shower forever. I heard the water turn on, so I needed to hurry up. I got my clothes off in record time, threw on the robe, and ran into the bathroom. I stopped quickly when I saw his naked backside under the cascading water. It was impossible not to see his perfectly sculpted physique. The tiles in the shower were a soft beige with a subtle black design etched into them. I remember when my dad ordered the tile from Italy. The door of the shower was glass as were the two walls on either side of the shower door. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so thankful that there was no shower curtain to obstruct my view.
He turned to look at me. There was no way he couldn’t have heard me barge in, because I stumbled at the sight of him. His wet, naked body under the overhead light was pure perfection. I stood at the entrance of the room staring at him. The smile he gave me when he saw me gawking at him was infectious. “C’mon, the temperature is perfect,” he said to me lightheartedly. He turned away after he said that, which was very considerate. He knew I was leery about being naked in the shower with him. It was very bright in there and I knew I’d feel very exposed.
I dropped my robe and stepped into the shower. He turned, kissed me gently, and repositioned my body so I was standing under the water.
“Tilt your head back, and close your eyes. I’d love to wash your hair,” he said.
“Really?” That sounded appealing.
He chuckled. “Yes, really. C’mon, close your eyes.”
I felt him run his fingers through my hair to get it thoroughly wet. Once he felt satisfied, he pulled away for a moment, and I could hear him squeezing shampoo in his hands. That was when the most heavenly hair washing occurred. He moved my body just enough, so only my body was under the water and not my head. He massaged his large hands over my entire head as the shampoo lathered. His hands were strong, and I could feel him trying to massage some of the knots out of my skull.
“Mm” was all I could vocalize. I felt like I was being put in a trance. I felt him shift my body so my hair was under the shower again. When he got all of the shampoo out, I felt him shift my stance and then squeeze the extra water out of my hair. The sound of him pumping hair conditioner out of the bottle followed. His hands went back to my head, and the massage resumed.
“Do you like to leave the conditioner in your hair for a few minutes?” he asked me.
His sister or mom must have taught him that. Or maybe a girlfriend? I wondered. “How would you know that?” I had to know.
“When my sister started middle school, she would take up to twenty minutes in the shower. My parents told her it was a blatant waste of water. Her argument was that she liked to leave the conditioner in her hair for several minutes. After a few fights, my sister learned to turn off the shower while the conditioner soaked in and she would use that time to shave her legs. So that’s how I know. Now keep your eyes closed so I can wash the rest of you,” he instructed.
My stomach was still in knots, but I did as I was told. I tried to focus on my breathing when I felt a soapy washcloth start to rub large circles on my back. It was so relaxing. I could feel my anxiety waning with every circle. “How does that feel?” he asked in the most seductive drawl.
“Heavenly” was all that came out this time. I couldn’t remember a time when someone aside from a professional massage therapist rubbed my back. This was so much different, and so much better.
When he finished my back, I could feel him cautiously go lower, to my buttocks. He took his time. His slow, circular motions put me into a euphoric trance. When I felt the washcloth enter that forbidden area between my cheeks, I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I was savoring every feeling. I started to feel unsteady on my feet.
“Turn and put your hands on the wall,” he quietly murmured in my ear. He must have sensed my need for stability. I reached my hands up and put them on the wall in front of me. That was better. Once I felt more secure, I felt him gently take my left leg and separate it from the right. He knelt behind me and leisurely washed my legs. I’d never felt so cherished. As he made his way to my feet, he lifted one a few inches from the floor and washed it thoroughly and lovingly. He took his time washing each toe. My Lord, this was a moment I would replay in my mind for years to come. I never knew showering with a man could be so provocative.
After he finished my second foot, he let go of my body for a moment. My eyes were closed, and my head was dropped forward. I didn’t want this to end. I was holding my breath. Before I had a chance to move or breathe, I felt his arms around my midsection. He was washing my stomach, then my breasts. I felt my heart speeding up and a pulsating sensation between my legs that had a heartbeat of its own.
While his right hand washed my right breast, his left hand rubbed up and down the left side of my body. He did my breast, under my arm, my hip. He was extremely thorough. His mouth was near my neck. I could hear his breath getting heavier. He switched hands and started the cleaning process on the left side of my chest. I didn’t know if I’d ever felt this turned on in my life.
My chest felt flushed, and moaning sounds were coming out of my mouth. He must have taken my responses as a cue, because all of a sudden I felt his breath in my ear. He sucked on my earlobe and kissed my neck. Even though I was warm, I had goose bumps all over my body. I turned my head to the side to give him more access. The warm water continued to cascade over our bodies, which made the whole scenario even sexier. My hands were still on the wall. If they weren’t, I probably would have fallen down.
I felt relieved when he started to wash between my legs. The pulsing sensations were becoming unbearable. He used the washcloth with such expertise. He massaged the front of my body in slow, determined circles. If he kept this up, I was going to explode. This man could definitely read my body.
As he suckled on my neck, I couldn’t help the sounds coming from my mouth. I could tell he was sucking hard enough to get me turned on but not hard enough to leave a mark on my body. Not that I cared. At that point he had complete control over me.
“Oh, Chad,” I said without even realizing it.
“Let me hear you,” he whispered in my ear. As he said that, I could feel him press his body closer to mine. His erection pressed against my back. It felt very big and very hard. I would have loved to feel it with my hands, but I was afraid to let go of the wall. His hips slowly rotated in a rhythm that matched the movement of his hand against my front.
“I think I’m going to…” I murmured.
“Me too,” he mumbled in my ear. And that was when I experienced an earth-shattering orgasm. All of the foreplay with the added sensations of the water, heat, soapsuds, and washcloth made my body extremely sensitive. I could sense sounds coming out of my mouth as he groaned in my ear and nibbled on my earlobe. I’d never experienced something so sexy or so wanton. It was the most intimate encounter I could ever imagine.
As my breathing started to slow down, I felt him wash the area on my back where he was pressed against me. When he finished, he turned me around.
He dropped the washcloth to the floor, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me with a surge of passion that made my body start to throb all over again. I didn’t expect his kisses to be such an aphrodisiac, but they were. I found my hands roaming up and down his back. When I felt his ass in my hands, I pulled his hips closer to me. I rubbed myself into him. His taut, muscular body and soft skin was irresistible.
“Eager for more?” he asked while sucking on my tongue.
“Yes,” I said shyly.
Chad chuckled. Even the sound of his voice was seductive. “Let’s rinse off, and I’ll see what I can do.”
We rinsed the rest of the soap off of our bodies, and he turned the water off. Chad stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I went to take it from him.
“No, let me,” he said. He wrapped the towel around my shoulders and started to dry me off. He took his time drying one arm, then the other, then my breasts, then my…oh dear Lord, what was he doing to me? I had to hang on to his broad, muscular shoulders as he dried me between my legs.
“This area doesn’t seem to want to get dry for me.” He chuckled.
I could feel myself blush. There was a part of me that felt shy but an even bigger part of me that was eager for more. My body was dripping with desire. The fact that he’d mentioned it was a little shocking, although it made me even more turned on to know he was paying such close attention to my body.
He spent a lot of time on that area. It felt heavenly. When he stood up, I was disappointed. I liked him kneeling in front of me.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he said. What the hell? Was he a mind reader? He towel dried my hair as he kissed me. I was a bundle of hypersensitive nerves. I was so turned on. It was exciting how alive Chad could make my body feel. We continued to kiss, and I found my hands roaming all over his body. I couldn’t get enough of this strong, passionate and gorgeous man.
I reached down and found what I was looking for. Oh man, it was big. I stroked his cock lovingly as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. As I continued to play with him, I found myself sucking on his tongue. The sounds that came out of his body were erotic and heady. I wanted to suck on another part of him. I wasn’t experienced with this, but I knew it would be okay to try it with him. He made me feel safe and adored, and that was all I needed to follow through with what I was craving to do.
I took the towel from him and dropped it on the marble floor. I broke the kiss and looked in his eyes. He was such a beautiful man. I gave him a smile, and, with as much courage as I could muster, I dropped to my knees. Now I was face to face with it. OK, Emily, I told myself. You want this. You can do this.
I opened my mouth and started to suck on him. His cock was hard, but his skin was soft. It was a magnificent contradiction. I reached up with my left hand to hold it steady. I wanted to explore. I took my right hand and felt his sac. It was fascinating. I played with that part of him as I stroked and sucked on his cock. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting. The more I sucked, the more enthusiastic I became. I liked having control over his pleasure. This was fun.
He must have been enjoying it too because I could feel his hands pulling my hair and his body getting more aroused. I could see the veins in his cock get more engorged and his sac tighten up. I was tempted to reach between my own legs, but I didn’t want to stop touching him. I could hear him moaning. That made this experience even hotter.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he said quietly in his deep, ultra-sexy voice.
“Good,” I told him. “I want to taste you.” And I did. More than anything. Giving him permission was all it took. He made a deep, guttural sound, and I felt his semen explode to the back of my throat. It was hot and salty. I loved it. I’d never thought I would, but I did. It was different from the small taste I’d had the night before.
The whole time he was coming, he was pulling my hair. I liked that too. Shit, I loved everything that was happening. When he finished, he knelt down in front of me and kissed me. I opened my mouth. He started sucking on my tongue. Wow, that meant he could taste himself. This just kept getting better.
“Your turn,” he whispered as he broke the kiss. He threw a towel behind me and laid me back onto the floor. He spread my legs and put his mouth on me. He started out gently, lightly kissing the area and blowing gently on it. I needed more pressure. I found myself pulling his hair and pressing my body more firmly against his mouth.
“Eager?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered incoherently. “I’ve never had this done to me before, but I…”
“Shh. I’m honored to be the first one to do this to you. Just relax and enjoy it,” he said. Within minutes I was screaming his name and writhing against his mouth. I wouldn’t be able to describe how sensitive and how turned on my body was if I tried. My orgasm felt different this way. I loved the feel of his mouth against my pussy. It was so intimate. I was also surprised I was able to come twice in such a short time. Oral sex was more intense than I expected. I’d never thought I’d feel comfortable enough with a man to let him go down on me, but I had no reservations with Chad. I knew I could trust him to do whatever he wanted.
He crawled next to me so we were facing each other. “That was fun,” he said with the most mischievous smile.
Fun? I’d never thought of sex as fun before tonight, but he was right. It was very fun. In fact, it was better then fun. “It was amazing,” I admitted.
“Glad you agree. How about we get off of the bathroom floor and go to bed?” he suggested.
“Sounds like a plan.”
To say that I slept well would be a gross misrepresentation of my slumber. I wasn’t sure I’d ever slept as well as I did that night. Our bodies were spooned the entire time. I felt safe, warm, and beyond satiated. I could get used to this.