Page 19 of Haze's Jewel
That just about makes my head spin with glee.
I walk over to her. “Need help undressing, sweetness?”
She nods but I see a barely-there blush on her cheeks. It’s so goddamn endearing that I begin to think she might be my one. With gentle touches, I unbutton her shirt and slide it off her shoulders. It barely fits over her cast when I tug it off. Next comes the front closure bra. She gasps when I make short work of freeing her breasts. I try not to notice just how luscious they are.
“You okay, Anna? We don’t have to do this if you changed your mind.”
“No. Don’t stop. I want you… to help me shower. That’s all. Just shower.”
At this point, I’m not sure that I’m entirely buying that. I decide to take it slow and make sure I’m not crossing her boundaries. I trust that if she wants more help from me tonight, she’ll let me know.
“It’s just been a while since I’ve been naked with a man, and you have a nice touch,” she says with a shy smile.
A dark thrill lances through my chest and my touches become bolder. I smooth one hand over her back before tugging down her yoga pants. I go ahead and lock my fingers around the top of her panties to get rid of everything all at once. She lifts one leg and I pull off each sock along with the pants. It only takes me a few seconds to fit the rubber sleeve over her cast.
When she’s standing before me totally naked, I look my fill as inconspicuously as possible. Her eyes track as my hands slowly pull my shirt off. Thanks to regular work outs, I know I’m in pretty good shape and I think she likes what she sees. I can tell by the way she bites her bottom lip. When my hands go to the front of my jeans, her eyes dart away as if she thinks it’s not polite to watch me pull my cock out. I find that little streak of modesty endearing.
Once I’m naked, I help her into the shower, noticing what a nice ass she has. My shy shower companion doesn’t look down at my cock. If she did, she would see that ginormous cock is standing straight up because he thinks it’s playtime. I pick up a bar of soap and begin lathering my hands.
When she turns to grab the shampoo, her stomach bumps into cock. She doesn’t realize that’s what it is until she glances down. I laugh when she shoots me a wry grin and says, “I can’t decide if I’m relieved or disappointed that I won’t be trying to wrangle that beast to the ground tonight.”
I smack him to the side, discard my soap in the dish and reach for the shampoo. “Ignore the elephant in the room. He’s always eager, but I’m in charge. If not, he’d be shoving himself in every nook and cranny we pass.”
She bursts out laughing at my crude joke. This woman gets my quirky sense of humor and that is so gratifying. I get really tired of explaining my jokes to the club girls. Having someone who likes me and even appreciates my sense of humor is exciting.
I pour some shampoo into her good hand, thinking she wants to wash her hair. Nope, she goes straight for my cock. And me? I let her, even encouraging her.
“Fucking hell, darlin’. You have soft hands.” Glancing at the hand hanging blamelessly at her side, I amend that statement. “I guess I can only vouch for the red-taloned hand on my cock. The other might be rough as hell for all I know.”
“It’s not, but I can tell you’re a detail-oriented kind of guy.”
I wrinkle my nose, trying to decide if that’s true. Being a tattoo artist would seem to confirm her statement. Honestly, my world begins to fracture as she ramps up her effort to make me come.
My hands come up to land on her waist and my thumbs caress her soft skin. I’m vaguely aware that she’s telling me that I’m a sexy handful. This woman and her encouraging words are such an unexpected gift.
I realize that I’m way too excited about finally being naked with Anna and at this rate I’m going to shoot my load embarrassingly quick. My hand drifts down to my balls and does a little grab and twist. I need this to last as long as possible, because God only knows if she’ll ever let me this close again.
Suddenly, I want more, need more. My other hand comes up under her chin and I tilt her face up for a kiss. When our lips are so close that we’re breathing the same air, I hesitate for a moment trying to figure out if she wants my kisses or if she’s just being accommodating because her hand is on my cock. I’ve learned not to assume that because a woman is willing to stroke me off, that she’s at all interested in doing other things with me.
I don’t have long to wonder because Anna jumps onto her toes and presses her lips against mine. At first, I give her chaste closed-mouth kisses. The next thing I know my hand is tangled in her hair and I’m plundering her mouth like I own it. She’s stroking me faster as she tangles tongues with me. It’s making me want to taste her pussy in the worst way. I break the kiss and press my forehead against hers as I ease up on the twist. Within three strokes I come all over stomach and breasts.
Something about seeing her covered in my seed makes me want to make her mine. My possessive instincts rise hard and fast. First and foremost is my need to take care of her. I gently wash away the mess I made and then do the same with the rest of her body. She seems breathless and pleased by my gentle ministering. Most of the women I’ve known feel the need to talk endlessly in every situation. Anna seems to revel in the quietness of this moment of caretaking. It makes the whole experience feel all the more intimate and special. To be honest, this is the quiet bonding I never knew I needed.
She’s all eyes when I soap myself up and when we’re both rinsed off and out of the shower, I wrap her up in a bath sheet and ask, “You want to spend the night in my bed, or should I drop you off in your room?”
“Bet your bed is warm and welcoming,” she purrs.
“It will be for you. I’ve never brought another woman into my private space before.” What I don’t say is I mostly hook up with women at the clubhouse and never felt the need to take them home with me.
When her good hand comes up to rest against my chest and slides up around my neck, I promptly carry her to my bed. Having an armful of warm, sexy woman is amazing. The way she clings to me hits me right in the feels. I could get used to having Anna in my life.
When I lay her on my bed and spread her legs apart to get a glimpse of her pretty pink pussy, she tries to snap her legs shut.
I look up, trying to ascertain from her expression what the problem is. “Talk to me, sweetness. What’s going on? I want to lick you into the best orgasm of your life. Did you change your mind about wanting me?”
She chokes out a laugh. “No. I just wanted to say that you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I know guys don’t really like—”
I cut her off before she can even finish her sentence. “I want to. I need it, Anna. I love the way you look and the scent of your arousal. If you don’t want my tongue on you, at least dip your fingers in and bring them to my mouth so I can have a little taste of heaven.”