Page 23 of Consorting with Romance
He’d let me take his hand and lead him home. He’d let me run the water and remove his clothes and guide his body into the warmth and peace that I knew he’d find there. He loved the water nearly as much as I did. He used his time in the shower between clients not only to clean up, but to reset, and I could think of no better way to help him reset and find his way back to me than to sit with him, quiet and supportive and present, while he gently floated.
Looking back over our time together it was suddenly so easy to see that he’d needed this. He’d needed me to take control; to show him that nothing was going to scare me away. He was so strong and knowledgeable and confident that it had been easy for me to lose myself in my own insecurities to the point I hadn’t noticed his. I’d know he was hesitant, but I’d thought he was concerned that sex with me would feel no different than it did with his clients. I hadn’t realized that he’d spent our entire relationship feeling as if he wasn’t enough.
I worked thick peppermint conditioner through his hair, gently teasing out the knots that had taken hold during his restless night on the office couch. I let my fingertips trail along his jaw line and down the sides of his neck.
His body responded to each simple touch, and he trembled as Itraced along the top of his shoulder. His breath caught as my fingers explored behind his ear and along his jaw. Goosebumps rose along the skin of his chest above the water line. Streams of warm water followed my touch, rinsing away stress and strain, and I watched as his body slowly released all the fear it had been holding so tightly.
The water was clear, and I let my gaze linger freely along the curves and planes of his body. He was stunning, all long lines and harsh edges with the slightest bit of soft blond fur. I’d never press him before he was ready, but I wanted him. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him.
As I slipped my fingers across his collar bone, along the front of his throat, and down across his chest, his breath came in sharp gasps and quiet whimpers. I leaned forward, letting my hand travel down the center of his body, fingernails lightly marking their way along his stomach, his skin hotter than the water that held him.
My tongue grazed the side of his neck, gathering the small beads of sweat that had gathered. He'd hardened as I’d explored, and I paused for a moment, watching his length pulse in time with his heartbeat just under the surface of the water before shifting back to play with his hair once again.
Less than a year ago I’d paced up and down the hallway for fourteen minutes before I managed to knock on his door to interview for a job. Now here I sat, trying my best to comfort the man I loved.
Ash
When I reached up and caught Jesse’s wrist, he let me pull him to the side of the tub. I shifted, spreading my legs and motioning for him to join me with a tilt of my head. He hesitated only a moment before stripping slowly.
It shouldn’t be possible for a man to be so flawless.The muscles of his arms and chest rippled under his perfectly bronzed skin as he pulled his shirt over his head. He paused under the weight of my gaze for a moment, looking almost nervousbefore he bent down a second time to slip his briefs off.
It was the first time I’d seen him naked. Whatever I’d expected, it hadn’t been enough. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. The light trail of hair that ran from his navel ended in a neatly trimmed backdrop that served to highlight the size and perfection hanging against it.
He stepped into the tub and slid down with his back against my chest as I tightened my arms around his ribs and let my lips explore the sensitive skin just behind his ear. My gaze wandered along his body, and as I watched through the crystal water, he began to harden at my touch, just as I had at his.
My lips and tongue worked their way along his neck as I watched him grow and pulse, my own length pressing almost painfully into the small of his back. His breath became heavy and fast, peppered with moments in which I wasn’t sure he was breathing at all. I slipped one arm from around his shoulders and slid it under the water, my fingers studying his chest. As I brushed them across a small, hardened nipple, his breath caught. Good. Palm pressed tightly against his skin, I slid my hand down and let my fingertips brush across his silky, swollen head. His body twitched and a moan escaped him.
He shook his head. “Ash, we don’t…”
My teeth caught his ear triggering another full- body twitch.
“Shhh. Come with me, love.” I whispered breathlessly.
I stood and offered him my hand. He took it without hesitation, his eyes glowing as if embers smoldered behind them as he stood and faced me. I felt my ass twitch as I stared at his dripping form. I groaned deeply and deliberately, eliciting that grin that always sent shivers down my spine.
As we stepped out of the tub, I reached for a towel, taking my time as I ran it over his skin, exploring every inch as I workedmy way slowly down his body. As I knelt to dry his thighs, I leaned in and flicked the tip of my tongue along his slit to lap up the moisture that glistened there enticingly. His hands flew to my shoulders, gripping them tightly and I wondered just how long it had been since anyone had touched him. Too long.
I took his hand and led him to the bed. Our mouths found one another and there was only his touch. Only the strength of the arms that wrapped around me, the heat of his skin, the hard length pressing into my hip. Our tongues danced as we gasped for breath, and I took his air into my lungs as if it were life itself. I’d never wanted anyone like this.
I tightened my arms around him and dug my fingers into his shoulder blades as I fell onto my back, pulling him on top of me; instantly hooking my knees around his hips. God, the intensity of his touch. His body somehow seemed so much bigger than mine, so much harder, so much warmer. I dug my calf against his ass, grinding up against him as I moaned into his kiss.
“Please,” I begged against his lips. “I need you inside me.”
His lips pulled away, his eyes searching mine until I broke our gaze to reach into the nightstand for lube. When our eyes caught again, I realized I hadn’t thought this through.
“I don’t keep protection here. No need when it’s just me and my hand.” I sighed sadly.
He was strangely unphased as he brushed his lips gently across mine. “You always use it at work, right?”
“Of course I do.” What kind of question was that?
“Then I don’t care if we don’t.”
I groaned and shivered fiercely.
“God, the idea of you, skin to skin; to feel you come deep inside of me.”
He shook in my arms whenI leaned up to catch his mouth once more as I reached between us with a handful of lube. His teeth sank into my skin, and I felt his breath pause. I was afraid he was going to come before I got to feel him inside of me. I guided him down, and he pressed lightly, holding himself in place. The gentle pressure was almost too much to take.
