left of her dignity.
She didn’t make it. She found herself over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Shower time.”
He stroked her side with his cheek, the gesture loving and sweet. His beard tickled her side, making her want to squirm. “I didn’t say I wanted a shower, and I especially didn’t say I wanted a shower with you.”
He put her directly under the spray, grinning when she sputtered. “You’ll feel a great deal better once you’re clean.” He picked up a bottle of shampoo, pouring some directly onto her head. “Ready?”
One of her hands flew to her breasts, the other to her pussy, covering them from his heated gaze. “For what?”
He began washing her hair, his left hand massaging her scalp. His right arm was around her waist, pulling her in tight to his body and out of the spray. If he’d had a right hand she bet it would be stroking her butt.
“I can wash my own hair.” She could hear the huskiness in her voice and knew he could too. It might have had something to do with the heated iron bar digging into the back of her arm. She risked a quick peek down to find the head of his penis practically against her belly button. She lifted her head quickly to find a satisfied male smirk on his face.
“I know.” He dipped her back, rinsing the soap from her hair. When it was gone he leaned in for a nipping kiss to her neck before standing her back up. “Now for the rest of you.”
He soaped up a washcloth, running it over her body with intense focus. He didn’t miss a single square inch of her skin. She struggled a bit when he began washing her pussy, but the attempt was half-hearted at best. After all, this had to be a dream. Naked and wet in the shower with Travis, watching his hard, wet cock bounce around and knowing that all she had to do was reach out and touch it?
Oh yeah. She’d dreamt this before. It usually had a really good ending too.
But, just to make sure… She reached around and pinched her ass, jumping when it hurt.
“Hold still, sweetheart.”
Okay. Not a dream. She pulled back some more, ignoring the throbbing protest in her clit. “Travis?”
“Hmm?”
The heat in his gaze nearly scorched her skin. She threw up her hands, holding him off, trying to shake the sensual spell he seemed to have cast over her. Unfortunately that put her, sputtering, right under the spray.
His lips curled slowly, amusement replacing the sexual awareness. “I swear you’re a disaster waiting to happen.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out from under the water. “Talk, then sex?”
“Breakfast!” she practically shouted in his face. What the fuck am I doing? I’m turning down actual, real-life sex with Travis. From the feel of things it was gonna beat the dreams all hollow. She put the back of her hand to her forehead. Nope, not feverish. Just insane. But she just couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was happening so damn fast, just rushing up on her and sweeping her along. She didn’t like the feeling one damn bit. Still. Wet, naked shower with Travis. Wet, naked, willing Travis.
She batted at his hand when it reached for her breast. Yup. I’m insane.
He eased back and kept the rest of the shower as platonic as possible between two naked people who, judging by the size of the erection he was sporting and how wet her pussy was, wanted each other. She found herself watching his cock as it bobbed, water dripping off of it like a fountain. She was fascinated by the way he washed the chiseled abs right above it. She could feel her eyes glazing over as he stroked it with the washcloth, scrubbing his balls, then stroking down muscled thighs she was dying to sink her nails into. He then returned the washcloth to his furred chest and she damn near whimpered.
She looked up from his cock to find him staring at her with so much male smugness she wanted to reach out and smack him one. That was when she knew he’d washed himself that way deliberately.
She crossed her arms,
She didn’t make it. She found herself over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Shower time.”
He stroked her side with his cheek, the gesture loving and sweet. His beard tickled her side, making her want to squirm. “I didn’t say I wanted a shower, and I especially didn’t say I wanted a shower with you.”
He put her directly under the spray, grinning when she sputtered. “You’ll feel a great deal better once you’re clean.” He picked up a bottle of shampoo, pouring some directly onto her head. “Ready?”
One of her hands flew to her breasts, the other to her pussy, covering them from his heated gaze. “For what?”
He began washing her hair, his left hand massaging her scalp. His right arm was around her waist, pulling her in tight to his body and out of the spray. If he’d had a right hand she bet it would be stroking her butt.
“I can wash my own hair.” She could hear the huskiness in her voice and knew he could too. It might have had something to do with the heated iron bar digging into the back of her arm. She risked a quick peek down to find the head of his penis practically against her belly button. She lifted her head quickly to find a satisfied male smirk on his face.
“I know.” He dipped her back, rinsing the soap from her hair. When it was gone he leaned in for a nipping kiss to her neck before standing her back up. “Now for the rest of you.”
He soaped up a washcloth, running it over her body with intense focus. He didn’t miss a single square inch of her skin. She struggled a bit when he began washing her pussy, but the attempt was half-hearted at best. After all, this had to be a dream. Naked and wet in the shower with Travis, watching his hard, wet cock bounce around and knowing that all she had to do was reach out and touch it?
Oh yeah. She’d dreamt this before. It usually had a really good ending too.
But, just to make sure… She reached around and pinched her ass, jumping when it hurt.
“Hold still, sweetheart.”
Okay. Not a dream. She pulled back some more, ignoring the throbbing protest in her clit. “Travis?”
“Hmm?”
The heat in his gaze nearly scorched her skin. She threw up her hands, holding him off, trying to shake the sensual spell he seemed to have cast over her. Unfortunately that put her, sputtering, right under the spray.
His lips curled slowly, amusement replacing the sexual awareness. “I swear you’re a disaster waiting to happen.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out from under the water. “Talk, then sex?”
“Breakfast!” she practically shouted in his face. What the fuck am I doing? I’m turning down actual, real-life sex with Travis. From the feel of things it was gonna beat the dreams all hollow. She put the back of her hand to her forehead. Nope, not feverish. Just insane. But she just couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was happening so damn fast, just rushing up on her and sweeping her along. She didn’t like the feeling one damn bit. Still. Wet, naked shower with Travis. Wet, naked, willing Travis.
She batted at his hand when it reached for her breast. Yup. I’m insane.
He eased back and kept the rest of the shower as platonic as possible between two naked people who, judging by the size of the erection he was sporting and how wet her pussy was, wanted each other. She found herself watching his cock as it bobbed, water dripping off of it like a fountain. She was fascinated by the way he washed the chiseled abs right above it. She could feel her eyes glazing over as he stroked it with the washcloth, scrubbing his balls, then stroking down muscled thighs she was dying to sink her nails into. He then returned the washcloth to his furred chest and she damn near whimpered.
She looked up from his cock to find him staring at her with so much male smugness she wanted to reach out and smack him one. That was when she knew he’d washed himself that way deliberately.
She crossed her arms,
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