11. Casper
eleven
Casper
Despite turning on the shower and feeling the heat of the steam fill the room, it's nothing compared to the heat this woman makes me feel from simply existing.
Even more when she stares, watching me peel off my jacket. I haven't put the idea out there that I want to share a shower with her, but she's not telling me to leave. Rather, she's too distracted by the sight of me slowly stripping one layer at a time away from my body.
Removing my shirt next, I feel her eyes all over my front. The problem with my pale skin? It makes all the scars pop out as faded pink lines across every injury I've received since Dante first came across me all those years ago.
Having never had a problem with it before, I suddenly feel a wave of discomfort. What if she changes her mind on how she views me? What if my 'pretty eyes' can't keep up with the rest of my disastrous appearance? What if—
"You're really sure you want me?" she asks, her eyes flicking up. "You know you're hot, right?"
Oh, who am I kidding? I'm going to marry this woman one of these days. She keeps winning me over like this, and I may as well accept I'll die alone otherwise.
"You keep complimenting me, and I may start believing it." Looking at her dress, I shake my head. "If you want me to remind you every hour, I can do it. I've never wanted someone more than I want you. Never, Kylee."
She blushes the prettiest pink as she tears her eyes away. Getting all bashful, the color only grows as she reaches behind her. At the soft sound of a zipper catching, she works it down behind her before the front of her dress goes slack.
Before I can reach my jeans, her dress is cascading down to her ankles.
Thank God I have a counter to catch my weight as I shift to the side.
"Jesus." Running my fingers through my hair, I stare at her curves and let out a laugh. "If you think I'm good-looking, then you must be a straight-up goddess."
Kylee can barely contain her smile at my honesty. She turns on her heels to show me her back. Flawless as the rest of her, her fingers coast over the hooks of her bra. Unclasping them, she hides the front of her body as her bra falls away from her body.
All I want to do is move toward her, but as she begins working those underwear past her hips, I know better.
Good things come to those who wait.
She sends me one look over her shoulder before heading over to the shower. All she has to do is glide the door open before she's standing behind a glass door that's barely covered by steam.
Kylee looks like an absolute fantasy, and my body reacts instantly. A hard, pulsing heat floods my groin, my cock swelling so fast and heavy against the fly of my jeans that it brings a rough grunt to my lips.
She's entirely focused on the water, reaching up to soothe her hair back, completely unaware of the absolute wreck she's making of me. Her arms rise higher, and the movement lifts her breasts.
I reach down, my thumb hooking into the waistband of my jeans, practically tearing the buttons free to relieve the suffocating pressure.
Kicking off my boots, not caring where they land, my eyes remain glued to the form that makes up this woman.
I devour every single inch of her shape, tracking the water droplets as I shed the rest of my clothes, completely naked and entirely at her mercy.
Taking off my glasses, I set them aside and, for once, don't mind the light surrounding us. Even now, she's the brightest thing in this room, glowing beneath the stream.
Moving to join her, I'm panting by the time I feel the heat of the water slip past her and graze my skin. Reaching out for her and pulling her back so the water hits her stomach, she lets out a sigh when my mouth reaches the curve of her neck.
"I still need to wash up," she murmurs before stretching her neck out for me.
Kissing her ear next, I notice she's in such a daze that it doesn't take much to get her to move where I need her.
Rotating our positions, heat licks at my back as I move to gather enough of my body wash to cover the palms of my hands.
Creating suds against my fingertips, I take any excuse I can to put my hands on her.
She doesn't stop me from washing her, only letting out soft, content sighs as I map out her body. She sucks in quick breaths when my fingers glide over her nipples, and it's impressive how quickly they turn into fine points.
A whimper leaves her lips when I don't linger, instead moving to wash her chest and neck. Her pulse jumps when my fingers coast over her throat.
Dragging her to my mouth, she willingly comes as the need to taste her hits me in another dizzying wave. As my tongue finds hers, my hands glide and half-ass wash her back. It's impossible to multitask with her.
She doesn't seem to mind, going as far as letting out a soft moan when my hands drag down to squeeze her from behind. When her legs shift apart, I wonder if she's even aware of it as she starts to pant against my tongue.
I'm not going to let her leave this shower without coming at least once. After getting a taste of her earlier, I wouldn't mind sinking to my knees now. Though when I nudge toward her, and she takes a step back, a different idea fills my head.
Walking her back, she hisses when her back makes contact with the cool tile. Back arching, I take advantage to swoop down to taste those perky nipples. Catching every water droplet against the tip of my tongue, I latch onto one of her breasts. So fucking perfect.
Dragging my hands to the front of her thighs, I give them both a squeeze before cupping her sex. If this part of her is what is worrying her, then I can make sure to clean it thoroughly.
Kylee lets out a breathy sigh, her fingers locking into my wet hair to hold me against her chest. I don't give her a second to recover.
When I cup the tight, throbbing center of her thighs, the soapy lather blends seamlessly with the thick, dripping moisture already coating her skin.
It's an intoxicating, slippery mess of heat.
I smooth my thumb over her clit, the slick friction sending a full-body shiver straight through her frame.
She loses her breath, her head dropping back against the cool tile as her legs shift wider for me. The sheer, frictionless slide of touching her like this has my heart hammering.
"Look at me, Kylee," I murmur against her wet skin, my fingers working into her, swirling the suds and her own arousal together until she’s whimpering, completely at my mercy.
When she does, I'm left staring up into eyes full of heat that rival my very own.
I don't give her a chance to catch her breath, returning my mouth to hers with a deep, consuming hunger.
I swallow every frantic moan that leaves her lips, my tongue teasing hers in the exact same demanding, slick rhythm as my fingers between her thighs.
I keep my gaze locked on her face, watching her unravel as I bring her closer and closer to her limit.
The moment her thighs start twitching, I apply enough pressure to make her cries echo off the tile walls before I'm slowing, enjoying every wave that rocks through her.
Slowly releasing her, I can't contain my prideful smile. "We need to hurry this along. I don't know how much longer I can wait."
Only able to see me on the outside, she doesn't have a clue of the madness thrashing around on the inside. I'm going crazy, and every second that passes has me risking our first time together to be in this shower.
I'd much rather have her spread out against my blankets. Less of a slip risk and far easier to get my mouth on all the places that have been haunting me over the last few weeks we've known each other.
She uses my shampoo to wash her hair, her movements sluggish. At this point, I don't think there's a single inch of her that doesn't smell like me. How can something so simple be enough to bring a man to his knees?
I don't have the strength to resist pulling on my cock a few times as I wash, especially when I feel her eyes tracking the movement. When she bites her bottom lip, I squeeze myself hard.
We've barely rinsed away the suds before I shut off the water. Dripping onto the tile at our feet, I take her hand and guide her out of the bathroom.
The moment my toes hit the carpet, I scoop her up. Every brush of her slick heat against my swollen length makes me move faster. A gasp passes her lips as I practically toss her onto the bed.
The mattress groans under my weight as I follow her down, instantly planting myself on top of her. I don't give either of us a chance to breathe, immediately pinning her arms above her head and grinding my hips flush against hers to seek what little relief I can with the friction.
A ragged moan catches in her throat, her hips rolling up instinctively to meet the heavy, direct pressure.
"Has anyone ever told you how over the top you are?"
My smile stretches into a full grin at her question. "As far as I can tell, you don't seem to mind that much."
I push up slightly on one hand, propping myself over her so I can look down between our bodies.
The contrast is devastating. My cock is pulsing, completely engorged, and it’s already glistening—heavily coated in the slick, glistening heat she’s dripping all over my thighs.
Watching the friction of my length sliding against her, completely soaked in her arousal, sends a wave of heat straight to my gut.
"Look how wet you are for me, sweetheart. Fuck, I don't think you were even this slick this morning." Grinding against her again, purposely slow, I love the way her hips jump up to meet the friction. "Your pussy is going to suck me right in, isn't it? Suck me in and squeeze me tight."
A needy, desperate whimper forms on her tongue as my words feel like a physical touch against her skin.