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He complies, stripping off each layer until he's as bare as I am.
It's a sight I don't think I could ever tire of.
Strong shoulders. Tapered waist. Large hands. Thick cock.
Jacob in his purest form. All raw strength and tenderness combined.
Guiding me toward the warm cascade of water, Jacob steps in first, pulling me in close with him. The wall of heat engulfs us, but it’s his touch that keeps me burning. Keeps me wanting more.
We spend what feels like an eternity under the hot spray, lost in each other's touch and taste.
Reaching for the body wash, he pours the gooey substance into his own open palms.
Within seconds, Jacob lathers up his hands, running them over his gloriously muscled body as I watch, spellbound.
He then turns his attention to me, running his soaped-up hands over my shoulders with slow, deliberate strokes. The warmth of his touch and the slickness of the soap combine to make my skin tingle.
When he reaches my breasts, he pauses for the briefest moment, thumbs flicking over my nipples until they pebble under his touch.
"Hold still," he repeats in a murmur, his voice a velvety caress.
If only holding still was that simple.
With the way he’s touching me, holding still makes it nearly impossible.
Moving to my hair, he grabs a bottle of shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into his palm. His fingers work through my locks, massaging the shampoo into a luxurious lather.
His strong fingers kneading my scalp, sending waves of relaxation—and arousal—through me.
His hands don’t stop at my hair, though. They glide down my body, the suds sliding with ease over my skin. When his fingers find my clit and start rubbing, I let out an involuntary moan.
His touch is both gentle and demanding, coaxing every nerve ending to life.
Under Jacob's careful touch, the world fades away, leaving only the heat of the water, the slick slide of his touch, and the electric charge between us.
Jacob doesn’t rush.
He takes his time exploring every inch of me with an intensity that sets my pulse racing. Each touch, each caress, building the tension higher and higher until I think I might just shatter.
And I want to.
Here, now, in this steamy cocoon we’ve created together. In this bubble where nothing else matters but the moment.
His touch moves lower, gliding over my hips, and then, with a swiftness that leaves me breathless, Jacob backs me against the tiled wall. The coolness of the ceramic makes me gasp. It’s a contrast against the heat pooling between my legs, inside of me.
He’s careful with his fractured wrist, cradled in a protective air cast, but his other hand...
It has all sorts of plans.
Plan one seems to be using his fingers to find my clit, rubbing in slow, tantalizing circles that make my toes curl and my breath hitch.
The pressure is perfect. With every thrum of his thumb, my pussy clenches, eager to squeeze around something hard—around him.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice a heady mix of assurance and seduction. And heaven help me, he does.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he lowers his head, his mouth latching onto one nipple.
The sensation is electric, a bolt of pure pleasure that shoots straight through me. Sucking, licking, he moves to the other, giving it equal attention, each flick of his tongue winding me tighter and tighter.
