Chapter Five
He took her hand and pulled her with him toward the bathroom. “Come with me, Miss Innocent, and I’ll show you what I can do for you with all those streaming jets.”
Her breath caught. His naked body in the lamplight was sculpture. As if carved from warm, living marble, every plane and angle pleasing to her eye. She allowed him to lead her into the bathroom and stood back while he turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature and jets. As he moved, she watched his muscles flexing under his skin. In this brighter light his olive-toned skin was perfection. Apparently there was no light that wasn’t perfect for Mark. The rear view was amazing and before she knew it, she had reached out and put one hand on each of his ass cheeks, digging her nails in slightly. God, was he built.
“Like what you see?” His chuckle was low and vibrated up her arms.
“That’s what did it.” Her blood sang in her veins. She wanted him again, immediately. And what did he have planned for that shower with its inviting bench on either end?
He looked at her over his shoulder then turned to face her. My, he was happy to see her again. His cock jutted straight out from his body, already completely hard and there was a drop of liquid on the tip. She reached out a tentative finger to touch it, smoothing it around the head of his penis, then putting her finger in her mouth.
He stared, and she wondered if she’d done something wrong, but he pulled her against him and put his mouth at her ear, warm breath caressing her skin. “That’s what did what?”
“Huh?” She was lost.
“You said, ‘That’s what did it.’ What did you mean?”
Her mind was blank for a moment. What had she said? Oh, yes, a thought came through the murk. “I meant, when you chuckled, that deep sound, with your mouth on my nipple, that’s what made me come the first time.”
“Really? I’m intrigued. I wonder where else I could put my mouth and do that….”
Her eyes widened, and she forgot to breathe. “I can think of a place,” she said, surprising herself with her quick response.
“Mmm,” he nuzzled her neck. “And we’ll do that, beautiful, but first let’s see what the shower is like.”
She followed him into the shower. It was as big as her entire bathroom at home and had at least a dozen jets shooting water into the center. There was a dispenser on the wall filled with a liquid soap/shampoo and he reached over and filled his hands with the slippery substance, rubbing them together to create a green-apple scented foam.
“Turn around.” The bubbles were spilling between his fingers, and she faced the back wall, resting her hands on its white-tiled surface. He put his palms against her upper back and began to wash her in big circles, the foam slipping down and running between her butt cheeks. When she trembled, he asked, “Do you like that?” He dropped to his knees and continued to rub the foam down her back until his fingers caressed her ass.
His fingertips moved between her cheeks, caressing just the very top of her crack, and though she tensed, waiting for him to reach further, to her aching pussy, he just continued to wash down her legs to her feet. He stayed on his knees and gave her a little push. “Sit.”
He was getting pretty demanding. She liked it though—she liked it a lot. She wasn’t sure what that said about her, but having a hot guy tell her what to do naked was working for her big time. She sat on the bench and he picked up one of her feet.
***
The shower jets hit all over his body as he knelt on the shower floor, but it felt good, incredible really. And he was so involved with touching every inch of Julia’s skin, that he only noticed the spray in a secondary kind of way.
He pumped more soap into his palm, and lifting one of her feet, ran his soapy hands over its top and her arch, between her toes. Her nails were painted a rose pink, so close to the color of her nipples, he thought absently, casting his eyes toward those stiff peaks above him. He held the foot and let the shower jets wash away the soapy foam, then ran his hands slowly up her calves and thighs, massaging gently and loving the feel of her soft skin under his hands. He knew his own skin was rough, but she didn’t complain. In fact, when he looked up at her face, her eyes were half-closed and looking down at him, their blue barely showing through her lashes. He went for the other foot, slowly washing that one and moving up her leg.
“Open your legs for me.” She parted them and he reached up with sudsy fingers and saw the tinge of blood on her inner thigh. He traced it with a slick fingertip. A virgin! He wouldn’t have agreed to meet her if he’d known. But he would have missed out on the best night he’d had in a long time. Maybe ever.
Although she lifted her hips, and he knew what she wanted, he continued his leisurely washing of her lovely, soft skin, running his hands over the curve of belly and on to the breasts he couldn’t keep away from. Silicone was highly overrated. Soft, natural breasts like Julia’s were definitely the way to go.
Suddenly, the quiet, the lack of conversation made him nervous. The only sound was the hissing of the water jets and their breathing. Julia was more than the body he had become obsessed with. He wanted to know what she was thinking, feeling. That was a new idea for Mark the playboy.
“Julia?”
“Hmmm?”
Shit, he had to think of something to ask her, and he didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted to hear her voice.
“Is the water warm enough?”
***
Her eyelids fluttered open. “What? Yes, oh, yes it’s fine.” It was hard to form words, for some reason. Every bit of her attention was focused on following his hands as they soaped and explored her body. He was washing her arms, soaping from her shoulders down to her fingertips, and she felt completely boneless. Boneless but tingling.
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You’re so quiet.”
“Oh, sorry.” Was that the right thing to say? Damn her inexperience. Between the water hissing and her heart pounding in her ears, the shower stall seemed pretty loud to her.
He pumped some more soap into his hand and sank down onto the bench beside her. “I want to wash your hair.” She turned away and he massaged the shampoo into her hair, then took a moveable showerhead off its hook and rinsed it away.
“I think I’m pretty clean,” she said. “Or at least most of me.”
His eyes met hers, and he smiled. “I saved the best for last.”
“Well, I think you will have to wait.”
He frowned and she grinned, feeling more confident in the face of his chagrin. “I think only one of us is clean. Stand up.”
He obediently stood in front of her. This put one of his more interesting assets right at her face level and she took a moment to look more closely at his cock. It jutted toward her face, and she decided to tease just a little and took the head into her mouth, licking around twice before releasing it.
“No, don’t stop,” he said, reaching out for her, but she shrugged under his arms and stood up.
“Sorry, I’d love to keep going, but I don’t want to be accused of slacking. You just spent a very long time washing me and now it’s my turn.” The look on his face was priceless. Powerful stuff, this sexuality was, and she began to realize that and enjoy it. She followed the same path he had, back first, then legs and feet and up the front. Skipping the one area she knew he wanted touched the most. Turn about was definitely fair play—and fun, too.
But besides that, she found that running her soapy hands over his body was incredible in itself. The play of muscles under his skin, the coarse hair on his legs, she was learning as she went and paying very close attention to his reactions. When she pinched one of his dark-apricot guy nipples, his dick jerked and bumped against her stomach. Interesting.
But by the time she was done with all but the most interesting parts, his patience seemed to be thinning. She soaped her hand and ran it between her legs, then over his rock-hard cock.
“Julia!”
She fought to contain her giggles at the strain in his voice. “Yes?”
“Enough, I can’t stand it. Come here.” He pulled her against him, pressing that hard cock back into her belly. “I want you now.”
“Oh, sure. Now that we’re clean and all.”
He glared at her and she let her giggles free. “You spent a very long time torturing me with those talented fingers of yours. I just wanted to repay the favor.”
“It’s not funny,” he said, but the corner of his mouth twitched. He shifted her in his arms so they were kissing, streams of water hitting them from all around. He was no longer behaving as though he had all day, but was urgently prying her mouth open and ravishing it. When her tongue tangled with his, he shifted his hands down to her ass and lifted her so that her feet were off the floor. He braced his hands under her thighs and pressed her back against the shower wall.
She gasped and he broke the kiss to look down at her. “What’s wrong?”
She pointed and he looked down to see he had placed her so that one of the jets was shooting directly against her clitoris.
“Oh, no.” He made as though to move her away, but she punched his shoulder.
“No, don’t move, it’s so…it’s so….”
“Good?” He held her in place as her body shuddered and she clung to his shoulders.
“I really need to remodel my bathroom,” she said, holding tight until the world stopped spinning.
Before she could do anything else, he lifted her slightly and drove his cock into her quaking passage. “I can’t wait any more.” He slammed it in, two or three times, then slowed, gliding in and out, over and over, so that his tip hit a place inside her she had only read about.
“Yes, Julia, there is a G-spot,” she murmured into his neck and then screamed his name as she came again. “Mark, oh God, yes, yes.”
He shuddered as he spilled inside her, finding his own release yet again. “I can’t even believe how tight you are, Julia!” He held her up with her legs wrapped around his waist for another moment, then collapsed with her on his lap onto one of the benches. Water streamed over them, hitting from all angles, and suddenly the heat, the water beating against her skin, the steam became overwhelming
“Mark, please turn it off. I can’t stand it.”
He reached over and turned off the shower. “Are you okay? I should have thought—it was your first time. You’re sore, aren’t you. I’m so sorry.”
She shook her head then laid it against his shoulder. “It’s not that, I’m not sore. It’s just that all of a sudden it was like sensory overload. Good, bad, intense. I didn’t know what to do with myself.”
He laid his head back against the wall. “Oh, that I understand. Let’s get out of here and get dry. I think I might need to lie down for a bit. What a workout.”
She dropped a kiss on his neck and stood on shaky legs. “Okay, I think I might be able to make it that far. Stepping out of the shower, she handed him a towel and tucked one around herself, wrapping another around her hair. “So, that’s what everyone’s been talking about,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I waited this long to find out.”