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His O-face blossomed into a gigantic smile.
Vivienne had been right; licking my lips to show I liked it was the icing on the cake for him.
I mentally reminded myself to thank her for the tips as I stood, my knees sore from the marble floor.
Liam took me into his arms and whispered into my ear. “Your turn, Sunshine.”
He made quick work of unbuttoning my jeans, but getting fully out of wet skinny jeans wasn’t so easy. I sat on the ledge as he worked them off, and my shoes and panties as well. They all ended up a sloppy, wet pile on the floor as he flung them over the glass.
I stood and shivered with anticipation.
“Put your foot here.” He lifted my leg to rest my foot up on the ledge. “Now close your eyes.”
I didn’t close them fast enough.
“Close your eyes,” he repeated in that commanding tone of his.
I could no longer see him, but I sensed the return of the lion. He was back in king-of-the-jungle mode. The tip of his cock brushed my inner thigh. “Protection,” I mumbled.
He placed a hand on my shoulder as his other hand palmed a breast. “Do you trust your boyfriend or not?” he asked softly.
I nodded.
“I want to hear it.”
“I trust my boyfriend.” I giggled.
I was apprehensive, but a proper girlfriend would trust him. I let out a gasp as a soapy finger traced my folds and slid the length of me back and forth slowly, tantalizingly. Goosebumps grew as he brought more slippery soap to the party and continued to slip up to and around my clit and down to my opening, darting a finger in and out and repeating the trip back to my clit, where he circled some more.
I kept my eyes closed and reached instinctively for his cock. He was hard again, or still hard.
He pulled my hand away. “No. This is your turn.” He put my hands up on his shoulders, where at least I could touch him, even if I couldn’t hold him the way I wanted to.
He leaned over to kiss my breast, sucking and nibbling my nipples while his fingers kept up the assault on my clit.
A fire built within me. If we weren’t in the shower, my juices would’ve been dribbling between my thighs now. My legs trembled as every circle and stab at my clit sent jolts through me. I shifted my foot and arched my hips into his hand, aching for more pressure, and more…more of everything.
He pulled away, an unspoken command to stay still. He was in charge, and I was to obey, or else.
I relented and shifted back.
His hand returned with more slippery soap, this time to my breasts as he gave me a two-handed boob massage. This was great, but I ached for more action down south.
“Just making sure you get clean,” he told me.
I laughed. “I think they’re clean…” A spark raced through me and cut off my voice as the tip of his cock found my clit.
He used his hand to work the tip over me, circling and pressing on my little nub, while another finger found its way inside me, teasing my entrance. The cock was replaced by soapy fingers as he rubbed me harder, giving me the pressure I needed on my swollen bud. My God, did this man have my number.
The tension built in my muscles, and I had trouble controlling my breathing as each stroke of his fingers pushed me closer to the edge.
With a surprise pinch of my nipple and hard rubbing of my clit, my blood boiled over and the spasms overtook me. All my nerve endings fired at once, and I fell over the cliff into a pool of bliss.
As my body dissolved into mush, my man grabbed me and held me up, cradling me in his arms. Like a good girl, I’d managed to keep my eyes closed the entire time, and he’d saved me from having to explain to an ER nurse how I’d managed to hit my head in a shower the size of an average bedroom.
As I regained my footing and my strength, I opened my eyes and took in the magnificence of his body: the breadth of the shoulders I could now lean on when I needed support, my boyfriend’s shoulders. Vivienne had been right; he’d been looking out for me all along. Now I knew I could depend on him for whatever I needed.
He’d invested in Tiffany’s without any strings.
