Chapter 50 Tommy
Her thumb passes over my tip and circles the head of my dick with just the right pressure to make me even harder. Her other hand is wrapped around the base of my shaft, keeping a steady rhythm with her movements, the water helping her to slide along easily.
Even here in the shower and after mudding, I can smell her perfume faintly, especially as I run my nose from her collarbone up to her ear. She makes little sounds of pleasure as she works me like a maestro. The contrast between her pumping my shaft with the way she’s tracing my tip is unbelievable.
Her hair is a wet, tangled mess but I weave my fingers into her strands so I can anchor her face right where I can kiss her without changing my position. She eagerly responds to my lips and my tongue, opening right away. Her fingers trail from my tip down to my balls, cupping and caressing them, too.
I moan into her mouth and grab her ass, massaging it and relishing in the fact I can do this right now. God, not only is Samantha Davies in this shower with me at this very moment, but she just let me make her come. And she’s about to have me do the same.
Sam carefully uses her teeth and tugs at my bottom lip as my breathing gets shakier.
“Where do you want me to—”
“Just let it happen right here,” she says, cutting off my full question.
Since the first time I came by her hands, I had boxer briefs on, but now…now I’m going to be coming on her skin.
The thought sends me closer to my own release as my tongue dips into her mouth finding hers. The strokes are in time with her movements as she continues to pick up the tempo, keeping her grip loose enough to not be painful, but tight enough so I’m not missing where any of her fingers are.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my mind wanting to keep her comfortable while my body barrels ahead like a speeding train.
“I’m sure, cowboy.”
Fuck me, that’s what sends me over the edge. Her tits press against my chest, her mouth is back on mine, and her fingers squeeze out everything my body can give. I can tell that some hits me but most has to be painted on her stomach and her breasts. Waves of pleasure rip through me and I cuss as the last drops coat her fingers with that picture in my mind.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I say, tugging her hair to tip her face toward mine and peppering her with kisses. She hums in contentment and wraps her arms around my back, not bothering to rinse anything off just yet.
If it wouldn’t scare her all the way back to the city, I’d tell her right now that my heart belongs only to her. That she’s it for me.
That I love her.
But I’d rather follow her lead and move things at a pace where she feels more and more at home with me and with this place.
“What are you thinking right now?” she asks, her eyes searching my face.
“Just that I’m happy. So damn happy.”
That seems to be enough for her right now because she smiles. “Me, too.”
A few slow kisses later, I reluctantly pull back. “We should probably get clean. I think we might have used up our head start.”
Her eyes widen and she looks around the shower until she spots her shampoo. “Oh, we don’t want to make everyone wait.”
“We don’t have to rush, cowgirl.” I grab the bottle and squirt some into my palm. “Turn around and I’ll get the mud out.”
She obliges, wiping down her stomach as I lather her hair. The space fills with the smell of her shampoo: lilac. As I massage her scalp, she makes little sounds letting me know she’s enjoying this. I work the suds farther down her strands to dislodge the streaks of dirt.
“Tip your head back,” I instruct so I can rinse everything out.
“This feels amazing,” she mumbles.
She lets me condition her hair as she uses her body wash and loofah to scrub her body and insists that she washes my hair. When I lean forward she laughs.
“Everything is going to go right into your eyes if you stand like that, Tommy.”
Instead of trying to bend backwards, I get on my knees in front of her, kissing her smooth belly.
“I suppose I can work with that,” she says, working my shampoo and conditioner into my hair. Her fingers take their time massaging and I let mine explore her back and ass, memorizing the shape and feel of her.
Once we’re both clean, I step out for our towels and close us back in the steamy space. I somehow missed that she brought in a second towel which she uses to twist up her hair in. Sam is thorough as she dries herself off and uses her towel to get the drops on my back that I apparently missed. It’s sweet and such a detail-oriented thing that she would notice.
I think I might purposefully leave my back wet from now on just so she has an excuse to touch me a little more.
Even though she’s using travel-sized bottles of her products, the way they’re neatly on the counter, with their labels facing us, feels like it won’t be a big shift for her to be here. That our lives can easily come together without huge bumps while we try to figure things out. These moments have been smooth as we watch and learn how the other lives.
I put my face moisturizer on while watching her work her way through a couple of the bottles.
“What is that?”
“My face lotion,” I reply.
“It says it has SPF in it, but we’re going to be inside.” Her eyebrows furrow and her nose scrunches just a little.
“Habit,” I say with a shrug. “I can burn pretty easily so I always use it.”
She nods. “I burn easily, too.”
“At least we know any kids we have will need to wear it.”
I hold perfectly still as what I said sinks in. I know that I want everything with Samantha, but when did I add kids to that picture?
Oh God, I should say something.
Anything.
She’s unscrewing a bottle of some sort of face product and my brain has officially short-circuited. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience just watching things happen. My mouth opens to speak and that’s as far as I get.
What the hell am I supposed to say? I can’t lie and say I don’t want kids with her. Because now that’s all I can picture. Little versions of the two of us running around with her blonde hair and sunscreen smeared hastily on their exposed skin as they barrel out of the house and onto the ranch to see the new foal.
I’m so screwed.