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I sucked in a sharp breath when confronted with Jimmy’s naked torso. I’d seen it before, of course, but there was just something so…powerful, so masculine about the structure of his upper body. It was strength personified.
My fingers itched to touch the perfection that was Jimmy’s body. So, I reached out my hand, but before I made contact with the ripples of his abs, he playfully swatted my hand away.
“Get naked and then you can touch me.” He smiled as he pushed his shorts and boxers down.
I wasn’t going to argue with that. I tugged my shirt off over my head and unbuttoned my white denim shorts.
“Turn around.”
The growl in his tone and the look in his eyes had my body heating up faster than the water that was steaming.
“Bossy, much?” I teased.
“You love it.”
He wasn’t wrong.
I could feel myself blushing as I did what he said. When my back was facing him, he unclipped my bra and slid the straps down my arms. I watched as the undergarment fell to the floor.
The next thing I felt was my hair being swept up. Then the light press of Jimmy’s lips against the nape of my neck.
“Oh…” I sighed as my sex clenched.
No one had ever kissed that particular area on my body and apparently it had a direct line to my lady parts, which were now singing with arousal.
“Take off your shorts,” he whispered between feather-light kisses.
My hands were clumsy as I unzipped my shorts and pulled them down my legs, making sure to take my panties with them. Once I stepped out of them Jimmy pulled all my hair up and twisted it into a bun, which he secured with a hairband.
I lifted my hand to my neck and then over the hair that was sitting on top of my head. I knew he was capable, but I never would’ve guessed he could style women’s hair.
I turned around to face him. “How did you learn to do that? And so fast?”
As soon as I asked the question, I wished that I could take it back. I didn’t need to hear about Jimmy’s many conquests, still I was curious.
“I went through a long-hair phase in high school. But I couldn’t play sports with it down.”
“Soooo, you put it up in a man bun?” I couldn’t help the smile that tilted my lips as I pictured Jimmy Comfort with man bun.
“No.” It was the first time I’d seen any sort of embarrassment or uneasiness from Jimmy. “It wasn’t a man bun.”
I leaned to the side so that I could see my reflection in the mirror that he was blocking. “Did it look like this? And was it on your head?”
“Smartass.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, swatting my backside as he walked into the shower. I giggled as I squirmed against his muscled shoulder and returned the favor, slapping his rear.
The energy between us shifted from playful to sincere as he lowered me down with care and gentleness, making sure to keep my hair away from the stream of water. I watched as he lathered up his hands with soap and began to wash my body.
He lowered down to his knees in front of me and started with my right foot, then my left. He moved up my left calf, then my right. His fingers slid up my right thigh then my left. His movements were slow, deliberate. He wasn’t rushing. It was as if he was making a mental topography map of my body.
The higher he got to the apex between my legs, the tinglier that space got. By the time his rope-worn fingertips brushed the top of my inner thigh, I was so high on sheer anticipation that I almost came right then.
But instead of touching, or even teasing, me in my neediest place, he avoided it altogether. His hands skimmed over my thighs, gliding easily with the water and soap. They brushed along my belly and around and over my butt.
He’d stop and apply soap to his hands every once in a while, only adding to the delayed seduction. By the time he made it to my breasts, my nipples were standing at full attention, begging for just that.
They wanted his attention. And thankfully, he didn’t disappoint. He massaged my breasts in his hands, spreading soap all over them before rinsing his hands and wiping the suds off, just like he had with every other body part.
But this time was different. Instead of moving on, his hands stayed where they were. He pushed my breasts together in the center of my chest, so that my nipples were almost touching, and he lowered his head taking them into his mouth, sucking, licking, and biting them at the same time.
