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“Close your eyes,” I instructed. Raising my hands, I massaged the shampoo into Ciaran’s scalp. He jumped slightly and I chuckled. He expected my hands to go lower, not higher. “Let’s wash the day away,” I said as my fingers ran through his longish strands.
He leaned into my soapy touch. “That feels nice.”
When I redirected him under the shower head a minute later, he went willingly, eyes still closed. “You’re such a good listener, Ciaran.”
His lips quirked. “Shut up.”
I smiled stupidly at him even though his eyes were still closed.
Suds sluiced down his body. His cock was no longer erect, but that made sense. I was only half-erect myself.
I wanted a light break so that I could take care of him. I had a few ideas of where my soapy fingers could explore next.
I pulled him from under the stream and started washing the rest of him with the matching body wash.
My hands glided over his neck, shoulders, and his chest. Ciaran’s hooded eyes silently watched me work. He gasped when I pinched his nipples and his dick throbbed against my thigh in response.
“I think you like that,” I murmured.
“This is torture,” Ciaran moaned as his hips thrust out. I could tell it was an involuntary move as my hands inched lower in a teasing fashion. My palm brushed his pubic hair, which caused my pinky finger to skim the base of his cock. “Fuck,” he hissed. “God, I want…I don’t know what I want except that I don’t want your hands to stop.”
Except to wipe water from his eyes or to swipe his hair back, Ciaran kept his hands at his side, clenching them to keep from reaching out. Part of me wanted to jack him off quick, to quench his desire, and to watch him come undone. It’d be beautiful to witness.
The other part of me wanted to extend this moment between us. Ciaran was a virgin. He’d never get another first time. He trusted me enough to do this with me and I wanted to make it memorable for him.
This was a new feeling for me…wanting to make sex special for someone else.
If it wasn’t clear before, it was clear now that I was a goner for the man in my arms.
A wholeness filled me then, one that I couldn’t put into words or even articulate internally. I just knew that I’d do whatever it took to make Ciaran happy.
And at the moment, making him happy meant making him super horny for me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I took his cock in my hand and Ciaran gasped. His eyes were on me before he looked down to watch.
“Jesus, that’s hot,” he uttered as his hand came to grip my hip. He was standing at a slight angle, which gave me room to give his cock long, measured strokes.
Apparently I wasn’t going fast enough. I smiled to myself when his hips thrust into my fist and he groaned louder.
My dick surged to attention as it throbbed against Ciaran’s inner thigh. The friction was almost enough to make me come on the spot.
Ciaran’s head fell to my shoulder, his lips grazing my neck, sucking and biting. “I’m literally dying, it feels so good.”
“Your cock is perfect.” I squeezed the base of his shaft hard before going feather soft at the tip. He shuddered against me. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
My other hand went to his lower back, teasing the top of his ass cheeks. His eyes flew to mine, his eyebrows lifting. “Can I touch you there?” I asked.
I skimmed the edge of his crease.
My fingers itched to massage his hole, to loosen him up, to make him feel good.
He was quiet for a long second.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, Ciaran. We can stop right now if you want.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” he breathed hotly as he repositioned himself directly in front of me, his lips singeing against mine in a filthy, tongue-filled kiss that had me seeing stars. “I was momentarily mute because my brain is short circuiting.”
