Page 45 of Risking it All

“I beg to differ.”

“Well can I do something for you?”

“Like what?” I asked, frowning at her question.

“You’ll see,” she said, stepping closer and taking both of my hands and leading me back into the steamy bathroom.

She turned the shower on before turning back to face me. I had no idea where this was going, but as she pushed my shirt over my head, I decided that I liked it. Quietly, I helped her undress me before she removed her robe and put it on the counter. I took both her titties in my hands, ducking my head to cover one of her nipples with my mouth.

She giggled, pulling back before I could latch on. “Behave, Sawyer.”

“How are you getting naked but telling me to behave?”

“There will be time for that. Right now, let me take care of you.”

She removed the towel from her damp hair, letting it fall to the floor as she took both my hands in hers and backed into the shower with me in tow. She guided me down onto the shower bench before turning and grabbing a blue and beige bottle. I recognized it as something from a kit that I got but had never used.

Z wet her hands before squirting the beard shampoo in her hands and walking closer to gently massage it into my beard. I needed to do something with my hands, so I reached around and grabbed her ass while she used her fingers to work out the tension in my jaw.

Once she was satisfied, she chose a different bottle and did the same routine for my hair. No one had washed my hair since I was about eight years old. It felt awkward for a second, but as she worked her magic, I realized that the stiffness was leaving my muscles in real time.

“Stand up for me, baby,” she ordered, helping me up and guiding me under the stream of the water.

Somehow, her short ass helped me rinse my hair. Once the shampoo was out of my beard and hair, she applied a cream moisturizer to my beard and put conditioner in my hair.

“Let that sit for a minute,” she instructed.

When she turned to get my soap, I took the chance to slap her on her ass. She looked good as fuck all wet. I couldn’t remember why we hadn’t taken a shower together before then, but I didn’t want to do it any other way from that moment on. I reached for the soap, but she pulled it away as she squirted it into one of those spongy things. The one she’d been using was purple, so I assumed this gray one must be new.

I stood there letting the anxiety coiled through me melt down the drain as her fine ass lathered me up from head to toe. Once she was satisfied, we rinsed me off together. Moving back over to the shelf, she grabbed another bottle and turned back to me. Z nudged me until I was facing the water with my back to her and rubbed me down with the bath oil.

When I was facing her again, she moved down my chest with a thin layer of oil, then lowered herself to her knees and massaged it into my legs and thighs. I closed my eyes and let myself finish turning to mush under her touch. I moaned when she cupped my balls and carefully moisturized them too.

My eyes flew open as her warm mouth slowly slid over the head of my dick. I looked down at her and almost lost my composure when I found her big, pretty eyes staring back up at me. When my dick hit the back of her throat and she didn’t gag, I had to put my hand on the wall to hold me up. How the hell did she do that?

Z took her time bobbing her head, taking me down her throat and coming back to the tip just to swallow me down again. I wasn’t ashamed that the sound of me moaning echoed off the walls of the shower as she worked me over. She had to have had some practice because there was no way anyone would just wake up one morning knowing how to deep throat on a professional level. That shit felt so good that I wanted to thank her teacher.

I reached down to cup her gorgeous face in my hands as I thrust my hips, fucking her mouth to match her tempo. I could have screamed every time she swirled her tongue around the head of my dick. Whoever thought they were going to hurt her on my watch was as good as dead.

My balls tightened, and the muscles of my ass contracted as she sucked me bone dry. Z made sure there wasn’t anything left before standing to her feet and wiping the corners of her mouth with her hands. I probably was a little too rough when I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her, but I couldn’t control myself.

Was it too soon to say I was in love? Damn. I was pretty sure three and a half weeks was a record, especially for me. I needed to call Nick to make sure I wasn’t crazy. He told me he fell in love with his wife the first time they met.

“You ready?” she asked, smiling up at me.

I was so in my head that I couldn’t even speak. Instead, I nodded my head and followed her out of the shower like a little kid. She passed me a towel. I kept my eyes on her, watching as she wrapped her hair in a turban towel contraption as I dried myself off. Once her hair was situated, she grabbed her robe from the counter, shrugging it on as she led the way out of the bathroom.

“I hope you don’t mind if I sleep in your room tonight. I don’t feel like being alone right now.”

“Woman,” I said, scooping her up from behind and carrying her over to the bed.

She laughed like hell, unfurling the remaining nerves sitting on my chest. I hadn’t heard that sound all day long. I placed her on the bed and climbed in next to her, pulling her with me as I got comfortable.

“I want to sleep with you tonight and every night after this,” I confessed.

It felt good to see her smile in response. “Good.”

“As a matter of fact, come here. I owe you,” I said, backing up until my back was pressed against the headboard.