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The only time I've let them wander over her was when I was wrapping her in both towels because she was shivering from the cold lake water. When we got home, I threw her over my shoulder and whisked her into the shower.
Other than that—I’d been the perfect gentleman.
One thing I don’t want Charlie to feel is that I’m taking advantage of her vulnerability. Of her ignorance when it comes to men and sex.
My proposal isn’t meant for me. Not entirely anyway. It’s meant to protect her. If she hates it and wants to stop—I want her to hate it with me. If she loves it and wants more. And she will fucking love every second of it. Then I want her to love it with me.
I pull her hair over to one side and move my lips to her ear. “Turn, hands flat on the tile.”
She smirks and complies wordlessly.
“Do you trust me?”
“I already told you I do.”
“I need to hear it again.”
“With my life.” Her words tug at my chest in a way only she knows how.
I move to her other ear, bringing the nozzle lower down her back. “I’m going to make you come again. Don’t take your hands off the wall, don’t turn around.”
She nods.
“I need to hear you, Charlie.”
“Yes. Yes, please. Just…touch me.”
I position the shower nozzle between her legs and nudge her. “Spread them.”
Her legs part and I hold it against her mound, making her moan. Her head falls back on my chest and my cock hardens. I reach with one hand and turn up the pressure. She jolts with a cry. “What was that for?”
I bend my head to her. “I told you not to take your hands off the wall.”
She scans her surroundings, finding herself flat against me instead of the wall. “Oh… Sorry?”
I can't help my grin and put my hand on the pressure knob again.
“Alright, alright. I’m moving.” She presses her lips together but her stomach shakes with laughter.
I fucking love it. I love making her feel this good with me. This free.
I move the head up and down her center, then in circular motions. She rocks her hips and I wrap my hand around her, resting it just under her breast.
“Put your hands on me, Noah.”
“Who’s calling the shots here, babe?”
“I am.”
I lift my hand, covering one luscious breast. “Good answer.”
I squeeze her breast in a way I’ve been dying to for as long as I can remember. She moans and presses her hands harder against the wall like she’s about to get in trouble again if she doesn’t.
“You’re such a good girl.” I run my fingers along her arm, around her breast, and down her stomach.
Her head drops with a needy moan and I press one finger against her swollen clit.
She cries out and bucks her hips. “Yes. God, yes.”
