Her words slip out as I'm about to lean in and kiss between her thighs but I stop halfway there, and shake my head, smiling. I thread one of my hands into one of hers and look up at her silently before trying to fix this.
I keep my eyes on her as I softly cup one of her breasts, the weight settling easily into my palm. "This curve fits perfectly in my hand so I can make you moan and arch and gasp," I flick my thumb over her nipple before my hand slips down over the slight curve of her stomach and I look up at her eyes dark with want and... "This curve makes me want to take care of you," I say quietly, just barely loud enough over the din of the shower, and I lean in to softly kiss next to the dip of her belly button. My hands slip around behind her, teasing over her hips. "And this one made me want to grope you the first time I saw you turn around," I say, smiling up at her, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm not just saying it, baby. I'm not lying. Your body is just right. You turn me on, and I don't think you can doubt that," I say without flicking a glance down between my own legs. You can't doubt the way I touch you, the way I kiss you, the way I look at you, I want to tell her. But I don't think either of us is ready for that much information or its implications.
Christina said things like this to me before but we were younger and...but that was the past. This is different and new and wonderful. "Y-you do that to me too..." I reach down and touch his face, brushing his wet hair from his forehead before running my thumb over his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, I just never...I believe you, Angel." A small smile quirks my lips from his words before, the idea that he really wanted me, clothed and not, sinking in slowly.
"I don't doubt it." I brush my wet hair from my eyes, feeling the hot water wash the soap away from my skin and swirl around us.
Looking down at him, I feel like my head is spinning, a good kind of spinning. "Please," I whisper, "I d-don't like w-when your hands aren't touching my skin..." I feel emotionally naked now and I can't help it. I don't feel exposed or ashamed with Angel. He's changing me, I feel it, I might like this change...
It looks like she might believe me, at least for now. I smile up at her, hoping she's reassured at least.
My hands come up to her thighs, the cloth in my hands soaping over each, sliding around back to brush my soapy hands over her ass, fingers teasing along the seam of her ass. "You can hang onto my shoulders," I tell her, glancing up, not sure if she's going to be able to handle all of this.
My hands slide over her legs, down one and up the other, soap falling in steady streams. I look up at her again, still gauging her reactions before sliding the soapy cloth against the vee of her thighs. "Spread your legs a little, " I say softly brushing the cloth again along the valley of her hip, waiting patiently to see if she'll do as I ask.
All of this is both forign and familuar to me at the same time, I feel the water beat down on my skin and I tentatively move my hands out to touch him. I touch his face a moment before moving down to his shoulders, my hands shaking slightly as I watch him.
I feel Angel's hands on me, touching my skin and leaving me feel like I was burning inside. "'kay..." I breathe, shifting my left leg slightly to give him further access to me.
My eyes closed and I focused on the feel of the material of the cloth against my skin, the steem of the water mixed with the warm heavy scent of the soap he used.
I blink my eyes open against the water and look down at him, chewing my bottom lip in anxiousness but not nerves.
I am... in awe. The lightest of touches to my face, like she's treasuring me before putting her hands on my shoulders, clinging slightly. I lean in to kiss first one and then the other hipbone, praising at the altar that is Tara.
She really is gorgeous, her hair hanging down in dark, heavy strands, each dripping from the tip like my cock is right now. Didn't take me long to get there with her like this. Just seeing her totally bare for me, and that tentative, innocent revealing, God, it's any wonder I'm not trying to take her right here against the wall, water sliding everywhere. But I'm not, and I'm not ready to have her like that. She needs more. We need more. But this feels right. I want to see all of her, and I want her to show me as she's ready. We'll get there. And neither of us may be ready, but it will be right.
I look up at her, at the way her teeth dig into her lip waiting, waiting for me... I have to wonder what she's doing with *me* as my hand and the soapy cloth mold against her mound, cupping her, lightly squeezing, stroking, I watch her face, my hands learning her body by touch. I slide the cloth back slick and soft, massaging back and forth, my palm and fingers rocking against her, and it's all I can do not to sneak my tongue in, slide it between those folds... but this isn't the best position. And when that happens I want it to be good, not have her worry about staying standing. "Doing alright, Tara?" I ask, eyes back on her face, catching on her stomach, her chest on the way up.
My breath hitches in my throat and I have to restrain myself from arching my hips up to his touches, the feel of his fingers through the warm cloth is becoming too much.
I gasp sharply when I feel his fingers dig into me just slightly, my hips arch up of their own accord and I feel my heart pick up speed the more he moves his hand, my body still tuned tightly from the couch and I know I can't hold back like I did before.
"I'm...y-yeah, I'm okay..." I lick my lips and touch his cheek again, smiling softly. "A-are you?" My breath is ragged and I tighten my hands on his shoulders, my fingers almost digging into his skin.
I let go of his shoulder and brush my heavy wet hair from my eyes, fealing it hang over my breasts, my eyes never leaving his as he stared up at me so intently. "A-are you okay?" I murmur heavily, chewing my bottom lip again and wondering how much restraint we had left.
"I'm good. Love seeing you like this. I like that you're bare for me," I say, looking at her with total honesty in my eyes. And I do. Her vulnerability is luscious and it only serves to remind me of my dick hanging heavy and thick between my legs again... already. I'll have to do a little private washing, I'm thinking. God, she makes me ache.
My fingers dip in, dig in, tease her, slide in, out, in, out, the cloth abandoned as it slithers down my hand and wrist. I lean in close, mouth pressing kisses to her belly, tiny nips to the soft wet skin.
"Come for me, Tara, you're so gorgeous," I murmur under my breath, next to her skin. Two fingers slip in easy. Pressure, thickness, friction. I work her on my fingers murmuring encouragements. "So close, baby, that's it, just let go, that's it," I coax her, nuzzling close, licking, nipping, kissing her belly as I thrust my fingers inside her, and steady, sure rhythm making her sway on her feet.
My eyes lock with his and I nod slowly. "I've...yes," my words turn into a soft moan as I can't feel the cloth anymore but his fingers. My body tightens against him; my hand moves into his hair as he kisses over my stomach. I can't hear his words too well but I feel them, the way his fingers turn into me and make my legs tremor is enough for me to be shoved over that edge.
"Oh god," I breathe, my toes almost curling as I feel all my body weight held up by his fingers, the feel of them against me making the ache in the pit of my stomach just that much more.
I reach out and grip onto the shower rod, my head spinning and I know I am going to be long gone in seconds. Only there aren't lips to kiss, pillows to hide in or shoulders to bite. Just the shower to echo every sound I make, every pant and moan; even the whispered swear that escapes my lips as my hips buck forward and I come hard around his fingers.
I can feel her muscles clench aroun my fingers and I groan. How did this woman escape being held onto, and held onto so tight by any of the women she's been with? I don't really care, because I've got her and I don't have plans for letting her go. Especially not right now.
When she has to reach her hand up to the rod, I know she's close, and I keep up my pace, then go faster, a little harder, put a little more pressure against her flesh. "That's it, sweetheart," Her voice echoes in my ears, and my cock jerks at the sound of her curse. Her body grips my fingers and I watch her, watch the shudders, watch the water cover her nakedness.
"Perfect," I murmur as her legs wobble and I feel her slick against my fingers. My other hand goes to her hip to help keep her steady. I kiss my way up her, leaving my fingers inside her for as long as I can. When I do have to let her go, I go slow, feeling every inch of her. I wrap my arms around her, trying not to jab her with my erection. "Gorgeous," I murmur as I kiss her forehead. "If you want to dry off, I'll only be a few more minutes getting cleaned up," I say softly, kissing away some of the water running down the side of her face.
Angel's arm goes around me to keep me steady and I shake gently, moving my hand from the rod and resting it on his shoulder. I feel him kiss up my body and I shake gently, low moans escaping my lips due to my body being sensative to every touch and movement.
"Don't think my knees will hold me up..." I murmur against his neck, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting him hold me up, kissing my skin for a few moments before I can find the strength to pull back and kiss him gently on the lips. "I'll..." I started to stay and offer to return the favor but there was a look in his eyes that made me know things would just keep going farther if I did.
I threaded my fingers in his hair and pull him down to me, kissing him gently before nodding and pulling away. "I'm going to go dry off." I slowly slip out of the shower, taking one of the towels with me and using it over myself, drying off as I make my way into his room, searching around for my clothes. I can't seem to find my shirt and end up pulling on the button-down shirt that Angel wore before, feeling the cool material against my knees as I use the towel in my hair.
I take a deep breath and inhale her scent. Well, really the breath was meant to calm me down, but there was no way that was happening. She smells so good and I can't help being a little disappointed when she sees the wisdom of my words and goes to towel off. Smart girl, I think wryly.
I reach a hand out to steady her as she gets out, and watch as she dries herself off, her curves looking just as luscious dry as wet. Once the door clicks closed, I let out a soft groan. Falling back against the tiles, I turn the water over to scalding hot, groaning again at the sensation. My hand wraps around my dick and I'm... Eyes closed, I see her wrapped around me, my cock benefiting from that tight wetness my fingers witnessed earlier and I thrust once, twice, and come on the last painfully hard jerk just at the thought of thrusting inside her.
This is bad, this very bad. We can't.
I slump against the shower wall, hand still stroking even though I'm softening. Just...can't get enough of her. I hope she sleeps in my bed tonight, though I'm going to have to be careful in the morning. Don't want to end up humping her leg like a dog in heat. It really has been too long. That's the only reason I can come up with for reacting so insatiably around her. God. It's dizzying. And really hot, I think with a smile.
Giving myself a cursory cleaning and turning off the water, I get out and towel off, padding out the door the towel barely around my hips.
Gently I run my fingers through my damp hair, his shirt clinging to my curves and patches of damp skin. I move over to the couch and try to clean up the now cold popcorn and hot chocolate; the TV has long since turned blue and I take the movie out. I sit on the edge of the couch and flip the channel to see if I can find anything good to leave on when the door to the bathroom opens.
There's a thought that runs through my mind when he enters the room, the steam from the shower flowing out of the door behind him, the look in his eyes and...
It's scary and makes my fingers tingle as that thought settles and makes its place in the pit of my stomach; refusing to move.
I keep my eyes on her as I softly cup one of her breasts, the weight settling easily into my palm. "This curve fits perfectly in my hand so I can make you moan and arch and gasp," I flick my thumb over her nipple before my hand slips down over the slight curve of her stomach and I look up at her eyes dark with want and... "This curve makes me want to take care of you," I say quietly, just barely loud enough over the din of the shower, and I lean in to softly kiss next to the dip of her belly button. My hands slip around behind her, teasing over her hips. "And this one made me want to grope you the first time I saw you turn around," I say, smiling up at her, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm not just saying it, baby. I'm not lying. Your body is just right. You turn me on, and I don't think you can doubt that," I say without flicking a glance down between my own legs. You can't doubt the way I touch you, the way I kiss you, the way I look at you, I want to tell her. But I don't think either of us is ready for that much information or its implications.
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Christina said things like this to me before but we were younger and...but that was the past. This is different and new and wonderful. "Y-you do that to me too..." I reach down and touch his face, brushing his wet hair from his forehead before running my thumb over his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, I just never...I believe you, Angel." A small smile quirks my lips from his words before, the idea that he really wanted me, clothed and not, sinking in slowly.
"I don't doubt it." I brush my wet hair from my eyes, feeling the hot water wash the soap away from my skin and swirl around us.
Looking down at him, I feel like my head is spinning, a good kind of spinning. "Please," I whisper, "I d-don't like w-when your hands aren't touching my skin..." I feel emotionally naked now and I can't help it. I don't feel exposed or ashamed with Angel. He's changing me, I feel it, I might like this change...
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My hands come up to her thighs, the cloth in my hands soaping over each, sliding around back to brush my soapy hands over her ass, fingers teasing along the seam of her ass. "You can hang onto my shoulders," I tell her, glancing up, not sure if she's going to be able to handle all of this.
My hands slide over her legs, down one and up the other, soap falling in steady streams. I look up at her again, still gauging her reactions before sliding the soapy cloth against the vee of her thighs. "Spread your legs a little, " I say softly brushing the cloth again along the valley of her hip, waiting patiently to see if she'll do as I ask.
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I feel Angel's hands on me, touching my skin and leaving me feel like I was burning inside. "'kay..." I breathe, shifting my left leg slightly to give him further access to me.
My eyes closed and I focused on the feel of the material of the cloth against my skin, the steem of the water mixed with the warm heavy scent of the soap he used.
I blink my eyes open against the water and look down at him, chewing my bottom lip in anxiousness but not nerves.
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She really is gorgeous, her hair hanging down in dark, heavy strands, each dripping from the tip like my cock is right now. Didn't take me long to get there with her like this. Just seeing her totally bare for me, and that tentative, innocent revealing, God, it's any wonder I'm not trying to take her right here against the wall, water sliding everywhere. But I'm not, and I'm not ready to have her like that. She needs more. We need more. But this feels right. I want to see all of her, and I want her to show me as she's ready. We'll get there. And neither of us may be ready, but it will be right.
I look up at her, at the way her teeth dig into her lip waiting, waiting for me... I have to wonder what she's doing with *me* as my hand and the soapy cloth mold against her mound, cupping her, lightly squeezing, stroking, I watch her face, my hands learning her body by touch. I slide the cloth back slick and soft, massaging back and forth, my palm and fingers rocking against her, and it's all I can do not to sneak my tongue in, slide it between those folds... but this isn't the best position. And when that happens I want it to be good, not have her worry about staying standing. "Doing alright, Tara?" I ask, eyes back on her face, catching on her stomach, her chest on the way up.
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I gasp sharply when I feel his fingers dig into me just slightly, my hips arch up of their own accord and I feel my heart pick up speed the more he moves his hand, my body still tuned tightly from the couch and I know I can't hold back like I did before.
"I'm...y-yeah, I'm okay..." I lick my lips and touch his cheek again, smiling softly. "A-are you?" My breath is ragged and I tighten my hands on his shoulders, my fingers almost digging into his skin.
I let go of his shoulder and brush my heavy wet hair from my eyes, fealing it hang over my breasts, my eyes never leaving his as he stared up at me so intently. "A-are you okay?" I murmur heavily, chewing my bottom lip again and wondering how much restraint we had left.
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My fingers dip in, dig in, tease her, slide in, out, in, out, the cloth abandoned as it slithers down my hand and wrist. I lean in close, mouth pressing kisses to her belly, tiny nips to the soft wet skin.
"Come for me, Tara, you're so gorgeous," I murmur under my breath, next to her skin. Two fingers slip in easy. Pressure, thickness, friction. I work her on my fingers murmuring encouragements. "So close, baby, that's it, just let go, that's it," I coax her, nuzzling close, licking, nipping, kissing her belly as I thrust my fingers inside her, and steady, sure rhythm making her sway on her feet.
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"Oh god," I breathe, my toes almost curling as I feel all my body weight held up by his fingers, the feel of them against me making the ache in the pit of my stomach just that much more.
I reach out and grip onto the shower rod, my head spinning and I know I am going to be long gone in seconds. Only there aren't lips to kiss, pillows to hide in or shoulders to bite. Just the shower to echo every sound I make, every pant and moan; even the whispered swear that escapes my lips as my hips buck forward and I come hard around his fingers.
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When she has to reach her hand up to the rod, I know she's close, and I keep up my pace, then go faster, a little harder, put a little more pressure against her flesh. "That's it, sweetheart," Her voice echoes in my ears, and my cock jerks at the sound of her curse. Her body grips my fingers and I watch her, watch the shudders, watch the water cover her nakedness.
"Perfect," I murmur as her legs wobble and I feel her slick against my fingers. My other hand goes to her hip to help keep her steady. I kiss my way up her, leaving my fingers inside her for as long as I can. When I do have to let her go, I go slow, feeling every inch of her. I wrap my arms around her, trying not to jab her with my erection. "Gorgeous," I murmur as I kiss her forehead. "If you want to dry off, I'll only be a few more minutes getting cleaned up," I say softly, kissing away some of the water running down the side of her face.
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"Don't think my knees will hold me up..." I murmur against his neck, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting him hold me up, kissing my skin for a few moments before I can find the strength to pull back and kiss him gently on the lips. "I'll..." I started to stay and offer to return the favor but there was a look in his eyes that made me know things would just keep going farther if I did.
I threaded my fingers in his hair and pull him down to me, kissing him gently before nodding and pulling away. "I'm going to go dry off." I slowly slip out of the shower, taking one of the towels with me and using it over myself, drying off as I make my way into his room, searching around for my clothes. I can't seem to find my shirt and end up pulling on the button-down shirt that Angel wore before, feeling the cool material against my knees as I use the towel in my hair.
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I reach a hand out to steady her as she gets out, and watch as she dries herself off, her curves looking just as luscious dry as wet. Once the door clicks closed, I let out a soft groan. Falling back against the tiles, I turn the water over to scalding hot, groaning again at the sensation. My hand wraps around my dick and I'm... Eyes closed, I see her wrapped around me, my cock benefiting from that tight wetness my fingers witnessed earlier and I thrust once, twice, and come on the last painfully hard jerk just at the thought of thrusting inside her.
This is bad, this very bad. We can't.
I slump against the shower wall, hand still stroking even though I'm softening. Just...can't get enough of her. I hope she sleeps in my bed tonight, though I'm going to have to be careful in the morning. Don't want to end up humping her leg like a dog in heat. It really has been too long. That's the only reason I can come up with for reacting so insatiably around her. God. It's dizzying. And really hot, I think with a smile.
Giving myself a cursory cleaning and turning off the water, I get out and towel off, padding out the door the towel barely around my hips.
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There's a thought that runs through my mind when he enters the room, the steam from the shower flowing out of the door behind him, the look in his eyes and...
It's scary and makes my fingers tingle as that thought settles and makes its place in the pit of my stomach; refusing to move.
I could fall in love with you, but I'm terrified.
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