"Come on babygirl, let's hose you down."

I giggled as Clint carried me into the bathroom. I'd had it done up all girly before I even moved in. A girl needed her glamor space after all.

Now, I was even happier that I'd done it.

The huge walk-in shower had room for two. It even had a bench. I wondered what kind of trouble we could get up to in there…

Then there was the tub. The huge soaking tub might be tight for the two of us, but I was sure we could make do.

Clint lowered me gently to the ground. He turned on the shower with one hand, using the other to hold me against him. He checked the temperature and grinned at me, guiding me under the warm water.

I stood in his arms as the warm water washed over us. He murmured to me, asking if I wanted it hotter or cooler, adjusting the temp, kissing me.

All I wanted to do was touch him. The hard planes of his stomach, his muscular arms, his chest. I kissed the skin there shyly and he chuckled. He was pleased with me, I could tell.

That had never mattered to me before, with anyone. I'd grown up doing whatever struck my fancy, whenever the urge struck. I'd never thought of myself as spoiled, but maybe I had been a little bit coddled.

More than a little bit.

After my daddy died, it seemed like everyone wanted to bend over backwards to help me. My cousins were there to take me riding and on wild adventures. My mama prided herself on always having fresh baked goodies and homemade lemonade at the ready. I'd never so much as warmed up a bowl of soup until I moved out on my own.

Pleasing someone else had never been a top priority.

But I wanted to please Clint.

I sighed as he lathered up his hands and ran them over my body. I leaned against him as he washed my breasts, stopping to play with the nipples. I felt his hardness against me as he washed my back and sides. Then he slid his hands over my ass.

I giggled as he knelt and sat me down on the bench, washing each leg, all the way down to my toes. He kissed my foot and worked his way back up my leg, biting my inner thigh.

"Clint… come closer…"

He stepped back, wagging his finger at me.

"Uh uh honey. You are going to be sore enough."

"Let me kiss you then."

He stared at me, his breath suddenly uneven.

"I think that's advanced level stuff, Phee."

"You don't think I can do it?"

"No darlin'. I think it's going to make me lose control. I told you, I don't want to hurt you. You have to ride tomorrow, remember?"

I chewed my lip and ran my fingers up his thighs.

"Come here. Let me try. We don't have to do anything else."

He hissed as I pulled his hips towards me. He stood there while I sat on the bench, staring up into his eyes. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed gently.

"What do I do?"

"You can- Christ woman! You can lick it."

He grunted as I swirled my tongue over his tip. He tasted clean and salty. I felt him pulse in my hands.

"Like that?"

"Uh huh…"

He sounded out of breath as I worked my tongue over his shaft for a while, tasting every inch of him. I leaned down and licked his sack too.

"Unnfff…"

He made a sexy sound and tried to push me away.

"Alright honey, that's enough. You already gave me blue balls. I don't think you're ready to finish the job."

I held him in place, not letting go of his shaft.

"So you like this?"

I licked his sack again and he shuddered. The big man in front of me actually shuddered. He was struggling to control himself, I realized.

Because he didn't want to hurt me.

A warm feeling washed over me. I wanted him to feel good too. I looked him straight in the eye.

"What do I do next?"

"Oh lord, I am going to regret this." He exhaled shakily. "You can suck on it, and pull it into your mouth. Just Phee?"

My lips were already on his tip, eager to get started.

"Mind your teeth."

I hummed 'yes' against him and he moaned. I could see he liked it so I did it again. And again. His head was bowed, his eyes glued to my lips. He watched helplessly as I pulled him into my mouth.

Then I understood.

It was like what he'd done to me. He'd simulated sex, though it had felt different. Hotter and wetter. Not better, but equally amazing. I smiled around his cock and started to move my head up and down, pressing up against the underside of his cock with my tongue.

"Sweet Jesus!"

It wasn't long before his hands were in my hair, guiding me as he rocked his hips forward. I let my jaw relax and took him in as far as I could, making love to him with my mouth. I used all the passion he'd shown me.

His voice was raw when he spoke a few minutes later.

"Phee- I'm going to- Christ! I'm going to come."

He moaned, losing his tempo. I tasted salt in my mouth and knew he was close. Very, very close.

"I can pull out or you can-"

"Hmmmfff!"

"Or you can take it- oh lord- in your mouth."

"Hmmmmfff…"

I made an agreeable sound, letting him know I wanted him to come in my mouth.

"Okay Phee. You don't have to swallow it. You can- hmmfff oh Christ I'm coming-"

He froze, his hands gripping my head. Then he jerked and hot jets of salty fluid filled my mouth. I kept sucking, swallowing him down as quickly as he came. I pressed my tongue against his tip and he groaned, mumbling incoherently.

His hands relaxed and he slumped against the wall. I took my time licking him clean while he shook. I kissed his balls and smiled up at him.

He looked awestruck. I'd never seen him look anything but serious. But I could tell I'd impressed him.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

I shook my head, smiling.

"You're the first. Did I do alright?"

He looked at me and shook his head.

"Babygirl, you're a natural."