Page 79 of A Dark Fall
“Do you imagine that a lot?” I ask as he begins to mouth at the side of my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder. His erection presses thick and urgent against my tummy now.
He chuckles. “Every day since I first saw you,” he says. “Sometimes twice a day.”
We met almost four weeks ago.
His hands are tender and slow as they sweep across my body, cleaning, caressing. He kisses me again, long and slow, while his hands massage the soap into my skin. When his hands move between my thighs, I automatically part them a little, moaning as he massages the ache he left there.
Ben and I never showered together, not in eight years. We shared a few baths in that time, but showering with him never appealed to me. I always imagined it would be an awkward, mangled experience with lots of cold patches. Perhaps it’s all down to Jake, but it’s not awkward or mangled at all.
“Put your hands above your head for me,” he says softly. When I do, he smooths his hands down over my sides, my hips. “I like you like this too.” He bends his head to flick his tongue across my nipple, tauntingly gentle. It makes my fingers curl with need. My arms are starting to weigh a ton though, so I rest them on the strong, wet expanse of his back.
“Now, turn around,” he says, standing up again.
I smile at him. “You’re very thorough.”
“Told you I wasn’t anti-bathing.” He smirks. “Now, turn around.”
When I’m facing the marble, I place my palms flat on the shower wall. He slides a hand down my back and over my butt before leaving my body completely. I hear the sound of squirting and more lathering, and then they’re on me again, starting at my shoulders. It’s hypnotizing and relaxing but arousing too, and I close my eyes to heighten the pleasure of it.
When he reaches my butt, he massages each cheek gently, hands squeezing and releasing several times.Next, he slides his hand between my legs, grazing the ache that’s been building there softly—too softly. I gasp. Then I feel him, the length of him, sliding between my cheeks, hard and wet.
He groans as his mouth latches onto my shoulder and tilts his hips into me.“Open your legs for me, Alex,” he says in a rough voice. I do it immediately, and then his fingers are teasing me open before a finger slips inside.
Pressing my forehead to the cool stone, I bite down on my lip as his finger moves against me. As I focus on it, I realize there’s something vaguely clinical about it. It’s as though he isn’t trying to pleasure me; he’s simply cleaning me. The heat continues to build though, the knot inside me coiling as I try to stay still and open for him while the inside of my body tightens with desire.
Suddenly, he grabs my hip with one hand and spins me around so my back is pressed against the wall. Then he drops to his knees and lifts my leg to hook it over his shoulder. The look in his eye as he stares up at me is filthy, hungry, and filled with intent. He dips his head and drags his tongue the entire length of me, sliding and sucking along every part. When I look down at him, the sight of his wet, gorgeous body almost makes me orgasm instantly.
I feel his hand join his mouth, and he teases me open more to angle me deeper into his mouth. It’s perfect, every nerve focused on that point—the point where his fingers and tongue meet. My legs wobble, and I have to clutch onto him to steady myself.
“Jake ... god ...”
“Does it feel good when I fuck you like this, baby?” he asks, replacing his tongue with another finger. He crooks them just right inside me, and I gasp loudly.
His cheek is resting against my thigh as he stares up at me, the water resting neatly on his eyelashes.Instead of responding, I make a small, frantic noise I hope answers his question.
“Does it?” His voice is firmer this time.
“Yes ... god, yes,” I manage, grinding against him, greedy for my climax. I fist my hands in his hair and fix him with a desperate stare. “Please.”
He presses his lips to my thigh, sucking loudly. I squeeze my eyes closed tight. Was that his tongue again? It doesn’t take too long once his mouth is back on me, so intense is the feeling, so expertly has he built it. My orgasm is an endless wave, pulsing white-hot through my whole body. I’m panting as he raises himself to stand, kissing his way up my body as he does. His fingers continue to move against me—softer now, careful.
I let out a stupid laugh as I open my eyes. “I think I’ll be thinking about that in the shower from now on too ...”
His cheeks are flushed, his eyes a bright, glittering blue-green, and his smile smug. He leans forward and presses me against the wall with his body to kiss me slow and deep again. He’s painfully hard against me, and when I look down at him I see he’s red and flushed too. I reach out to wrap my hand around him, delighting in the deep groan that falls from his lips.
“Okay. Your turn ...” I smile.
We pull up to the surgery just before 8:30 a.m., Jake managing to somehow make light work of the heavy rush-hour traffic from Central London out. He leaves the engine idling and turns in his seat to face me. He’s wearing sunglasses, so I can’t see his eyes, but he’s smiling.
“Well, thanks for letting me stay over. And for dinner last night. And breakfast this morning.” He made me buttery toast and jam and a coffee from his fancy machine. Meanwhile, he tucked into an egg-white omelet and some grapefruit juice. I enjoyed having breakfast with him.
“My pleasure,” he says. “Thanks for the shower.” He takes off his shades, and his smile turns to a smirk.
“Hope it lived up to the fantasy.” I smile, staring at his mouth. “I’d hate to disappoint.”
“Yeah, that’s never gonna happen, so I wouldn’t worry.”
I feel the blush hit my cheeks then my ears. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow? For Dinner?”