Chapter Four #4
“I’ve been thinking about getting you naked again since somewhere around the second waffle.”
My cock went harder.
“That’s very specific.”
“I believe in accurate reporting.”
Her hands slid to the hem of my shirt.
“I also want to do something I didn’t get enough time to do last night.”
“What?”
Caprice smiled.
“You’ll find out.”
I followed her down the hall.
The bathroom held more heat than the rest of the house. Stone tile warmed our feet, and the shower had textured flooring with a built-in bench along the back wall.
I turned on the water while Caprice pulled her sweater over her head.
She kept looking at me.
Her bra followed.
Then the leggings.
By the time she stood naked beside the shower, nothing else in the room was getting much of my attention.
Caprice reached for my shirt.
“Your turn.”
I raised my arms.
She pulled it off, then ran both palms down my chest. My stomach tightened beneath her hands.
Her smile widened.
“You’re very responsive for a man who spends so much time looking calm.”
“I never said I was calm.”
“You look calm.”
“That’s different.”
“I know.”
She unfastened my pants.
Once we were both naked, she stepped under the spray and held out her hand.
“Come here.”
I joined her.
Hot water ran over my shoulders. Caprice stood closer to the edge of the spray, the top of her head barely reaching the upper part of my chest.
She looked up.
“This height difference is ridiculous.”
“You’ve mentioned it.”
“It continues to be true.”
I bent and kissed her.
Caprice wrapped her arms around my neck and rose onto her toes, warm wet skin sliding against mine.
She kissed me hungry from the start.
No careful discovery this time.
She caught my lower lip gently between her teeth and laughed when I made a sound.
My cock pressed hard against her stomach.
Caprice reached between us and wrapped her hand around it.
A groan tore out of me.
Her smile brushed my chest.
“There.”
I pulled back enough to see her.
“There what?”
“That sound.”
She stroked me again.
“You said I’d hear you.”
“You did.”
“I want more.”
Heat rolled through me.
Caprice kissed lower.
I caught her shoulders gently before she sank all the way down.
“Hold on. Let me sit.”
Her smile turned wicked.
“Excellent idea.”
I sat with my back against the tiled wall, safely out of the hardest spray.
Caprice knelt between my knees.
She looked up at me.
“You good?”
I almost laughed because the question was so completely her.
“Very.”
Her hand closed around the base of my cock.
Then her mouth took me.
My head tipped back.
“Fuck.”
Caprice hummed softly, and the vibration made my thighs tighten.
She took me deeper at a pace that worked for her, using her hand where her mouth didn’t reach. Her tongue ran along the underside before she drew back, then closed around the head again.
I looked down.
Water beaded across her shoulders. Damp blond hair clung to one side of her neck. Her eyes lifted to mine while she sucked me.
I nearly lost control right there.
“Caprice.”
She released me.
“Tell me.”
“You keep that up, I’m going to come.”
Her mouth curved.
“Would that be a problem?”
“No.”
She stroked me once more.
“Do you want to?”
I wanted it badly.
I wanted something else more.
“I want to be inside you.”
Her eyes changed.
“Then not yet.”
She stood.
I rose with her, made sure both of us were steady, and kissed her.
She tasted like water and me.
Her fingers slid into my hair while my palm moved down her back and over her ass.
She pressed herself against my cock.
“I’m wet for reasons unrelated to the plumbing.”
My voice roughened. “I hoped so.”
Caprice laughed against my mouth.
Then I slid my fingers between her legs.
Her breath caught.
She was slick and hot even under the water.
I moved over her clit.
Her forehead dropped to my chest.
“Yes.”
“Sit down.”
She looked up.
“Because I’m shorter?”
“Because I want you supported when I make you come.”
Her eyes went dark.
“That’s a very good answer.”
She sat on the bench and opened her knees.
I knelt between them.
Water ran in thin streams over her breasts and stomach.
I kissed her as I slid two fingers inside.
A soft moan slipped into my mouth.
I moved slowly at first, giving her time to decide what she wanted.
Her hips shifted toward me.
“More pressure.”
I pressed deeper.
“Like that?”
“Yes. Curl your fingers a little.”
I changed the angle.
Caprice’s head tipped back.
“There.”
I kept the movement exactly where she’d asked for it and brought my thumb over her clit.
Her fingers curled over the front edge of the bench.
“Don’t go faster. Stay there.”
“I will.”
The rhythm stayed steady.
Her breathing changed.
One hand slid around the back of my neck.
“Kiss me.”
I did.
Her mouth opened beneath mine while pleasure built through her.
“Lucky, I’m close.”
“I know.”
“Don’t change it.”
“I won’t.”
Her toes curled against the tile. Her legs trembled, and a sharp cry left her as the orgasm rolled through her.
I kept the same pressure until she caught my wrist.
“Enough.”
I stopped.
Caprice sagged against me, breathing hard.
Then she laughed.
I kissed her cheek.
“What?”
“I like saying that.”
“Enough?”
“Yes.”
“I like hearing it.”
She turned her face and kissed me.
“I’m not done.”
My cock throbbed between us.
“I noticed.”
Caprice looked at the bench, then at me.
“This is where our height difference becomes a structural problem.”
I laughed.
“We can make it work.”
“Explain without giving me a safety seminar.”
I sat all the way back on the bench, solid against the tiled wall, and held out a hand.
“Come here. You straddle me, the bench supports us, and you tell me if anything feels wrong.”
“That was dangerously close to a safety seminar.”
“Occupational hazard.”
She settled onto my lap facing me, her weight supported by my thighs, and looped her legs around my hips.
“Better.”
I held her waist.
Her pussy brushed the underside of my cock.
“You still want this?”
“Yes.” Her eyes stayed on mine. “I want you inside me.”
I guided the head of my cock to her entrance.
Caprice lifted slightly and aligned herself with me.
Then she lowered herself slowly.
Her mouth opened on a breath.
She stopped.
She tightened her legs around my hips.
“Keep going.”
She lowered the rest of the way until I was fully inside her.
The feel of her nearly wrecked me.
Tight. Wet. Hotter than the water running down my back.
I stayed still while her body adjusted.
Caprice ran one hand over my shoulder.
“I’m good.”
“You want me to move?”
“Yes. Slow at first.”
I braced my feet on the textured tile and gave her a shallow upward thrust.
Her eyes closed.
I did it again.
She opened them.
“Deeper.”
I shifted her closer on my lap and changed the angle.
Caprice gasped.
“That?”
“Yes. Again.”
I gave her another upward stroke at the same angle.
Her fingers slid into my wet hair as the pace built.
“Harder now.”
I tightened my hold on her hips and drove up into her harder.
Caprice moaned.
“Again.”
I did.
Water struck the tile around us while her voice and the sound of our bodies filled the shower.
She pulled me closer every time I thrust until we had almost no space left between us.
“You feel so fucking good.”
Caprice’s eyes flashed.
“Say more.”
The request went straight through me.
“I love how wet you are for me.”
Her lips parted.
I drove deeper.
“I love hearing you tell me exactly how you want it.”
“Yes.”
“And I love knowing you’ll tell me if I need to change anything.”
Caprice made a rough, breathless sound and dragged my mouth to hers.
She kissed me hard.
Then one hand slid between our bodies.
Her fingers found her clit.
My rhythm stumbled.
Caprice smiled against my mouth.
“Keep moving.”
I recovered the pace.
She touched herself while I fucked her, changing the pressure exactly the way she needed without hesitating or asking whether I minded.
The sight of it almost finished me.
“Right there,” she said. “Keep that angle.”
I braced one hand against the wall and gave her the same stroke again.
And again.
Her voice grew louder.
Her thighs tightened around me.
“Lucky—”
“I’m here.”
“Don’t slow down.”
“I won’t.”
She came with a cry against my shoulder.
Her body tightened around me, then softened as she worked herself through the last of it.
I was hanging on by almost nothing.
“Caprice, I’m close.”
She lifted her head.
“Come inside me.”
One more hard thrust broke the last of my control.
Pleasure hit fast and deep. My thighs locked, my breath broke, and I came inside her with a rough sound I couldn’t have swallowed if I tried.
For several seconds I stayed exactly where I was, holding her and breathing.
Caprice’s arms remained around my neck.
Water ran over my shoulders.
Somewhere outside the bathroom, Bear scratched once at the door.
Caprice started laughing against me.
“What?”
“We have a chaperone.”
“He’s probably lying in the hallway.”
“Does he judge?”
“Constantly.”
“That explains a lot.”
I kissed her.
Slow this time.
No hurry left.
When we finally separated, Caprice looked toward the shower controls.
“I’m getting too hot.”
“Then we’re done.”
I shut off the water.
Steam hung in the room as we stepped onto the bath mat.
I wrapped a towel around her first and grabbed another for myself.
“Dizzy?”
“No.”
“Cold?”
She gave me a look.
“We just had sex under hot water.”
“That wasn’t the question.”
“No, I’m not cold.”
“Good.”
She rubbed the towel through her hair.
“You become extremely practical immediately after sex.”
“I’m practical during sex too.”
“You are.”
She smiled at me over the towel.
“I like both.”
That got me somewhere beneath the ribs.
I went for water.
When I came back, Caprice stood in the mudroom wrapped in a towel, looking at her wet clothes as if distance might improve them.
“I’m assuming putting those back on defeats most of what the shower accomplished.”
“Probably.”