Books can’t turn you on
BOOKS CAN’T TURN YOU ON
Wyatt
For the last hour, we’d been dozing snuggled on the couch.
It had started out innocently enough with her back to my front while she read one of her steamy books out loud.
I had actually been pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t all sex—there was a real story there.
The characters were complex and there was even a scene where Brynn had started to tear up from the emotion the author was able to convey.
And then it got to a steamy scene, and I don’t know if it was the beautiful woman in my arms or the words themselves, but I got hard thinking about recreating the scene with Brynn.
Then my hands were on her body and she was giving me those breathy sighs she did when she was getting worked up.
We were naked within minutes, me thrusting inside of her as she called out my name and once again came on my cock.
She was beautiful in the throes of passion, and I was quickly getting addicted to the feel of her pussy convulsing around my cock when she came.
We’d collapsed entwined together on the couch and neither of us had moved since.
The sweat from our earlier exertion had dried by now, and I was relishing the simple feeling of her naked body pressed against mine.
I didn’t want to move, but I knew we’d need to make dinner soon and neither of us would want to do that with the feeling of dried sweat and the smell of sex on our bodies.
I slid my hand along her spine and watched as goose bumps followed the trail of my fingers. She stirred in my arms and kissed my chest.
“Come on. Let’s get a shower and make some dinner.”
I sat up and repositioned her so I could carry her like a bride to the bathroom.
Once again, I could see our future so vividly—me carrying her exactly like this on our honeymoon, or even our wedding night in between bouts of sex.
My blood heated thinking about the myriad of ways I could make this woman smile, laugh, and come in the future.
Even though the bathroom itself was relatively small, I was impressed with the size of the tub and shower.
It was clear a lot of money had been put into this place to make it a home away from home.
I set Brynn down only long enough to pull back the white shower curtain and get the water going, making sure it wasn’t too hot.
Once I found the perfect temp, I picked her back up—laughing when she squealed and smiled up at me—and stepped inside.
Her lush pink lips were still tilted up in a smile as I set her on her feet and spun us so she was under the spray of the showerhead.
I brushed my hands over her hair before lathering them with soap and massaging it gently into her hair.
Her green eyes traced my face while I washed her hair, and her lips tilted up into an almost shy smile when I tipped her chin up with my finger so I could rinse it out.
I’d never done this for anyone else. The act felt more intimate than I’d anticipated, but it was satisfying on a bone-deep level.
I knew no one took care of her like this, but she deserved to be cherished.
It felt like the greatest honor I’d ever had to be the man who got to take care of her this way.
The man who finally got to help her relax and feel special.
I grabbed the washcloth draped over the side of the tub and squeezed some body wash on it before putting it under the water so I could get it lathered up.
I took great care to wash every inch of her, starting from her neck and shoulders, down her arms to her fingertips, then over her chest and those beautiful breasts that always made my mouth water.
I gently washed her stomach and then down between her legs, making sure not to linger there too long because I was worried she was a little sore from all of our activities.
While she hadn’t complained about any of it, I was still well aware that we’d had more sex than either of us had in a long time.
Despite my rigorous workout routines, my legs and back had gotten sore after a few of the more unique positions we’d tried.
I couldn’t imagine how she was feeling. I probably could’ve asked her and I trusted that she’d tell me, but part of taking care of her meant anticipating her needs without her having to always vocalize them.
I’d studied her enough over the past couple of months that I’d worked with her that I knew most of her tells.
But we hadn’t been having sex then. I knew when she was hungry or tired, but I was still learning the signs that her body had hit its limits.
I got on my knees and washed down one leg all the way to her pink-painted toenails before I moved to the other leg and repeated the same process.
I looked up at her to check in only to find her eyes shining with the hint of tears, but the emotions swimming in her eyes didn’t make me think she was upset.
She cupped my cheeks and bent down, kissing me soft and slow.
They were drugging kisses that threatened to pull me under—if I hadn’t already been held captive by her.
Unable to resist her, I stood up, wrapping her up in my arms and kissing her back, dragging the kiss out and getting lost in the taste of her. She broke the kiss first, and any threat of tears was now gone only to be replaced with hunger.
“My turn,” she said with that sexy smile that had my dick harder than stone. She rotated us so I was the one under the water.
She pushed up on her toes in an attempt to shampoo my hair, and we both broke out into a little laugh when I had to duck down so she could reach.
When she wore her heels, our height difference wasn’t as noticeable, but in the shower, it was impossible to miss how petite she was at five foot seven compared to my six foot five.
But I really couldn’t complain about ducking down when it put me right at eye level of her perfect tits.
The temptation was too much to pass up, and I sucked one of her pert nipples into my mouth, pinching it slightly with my teeth the way I knew she loved.
She let out a shuddering breath and then tugged my short hair. “Behave.”
“Don’t you know by now that’s impossible when you’re naked?”
Her smile spread across her face, and she just shook her head but stayed focused on her task.
She really couldn’t blame me. She was too tempting to pass up.
Now that I’d had her so thoroughly, I didn’t know how I’d ever found the strength to stay away for as long as I did.
If I’d had any idea that it would be like this, I would’ve cracked the first night I caught her in the tub.
Although, maybe that wasn’t entirely true because I didn’t know her as well then as I did now.
And it was knowing her—knowing all the little details about her and who she was as a person, not just how beautiful she was—that had pushed me over the edge.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, inside and out.
When my hair was thoroughly lathered, she gave me permission to rinse it out while she got the washcloth ready with more body wash.
She started at my neck and shoulders just like I did for her, and with each brush of the cloth against my skin, I felt like she was taking more pieces of me—at least the pieces of my heart and soul I hadn’t already given her over the last several days.
No one had ever taken care of me like this either.
I had never much thought about it, but now that I was experiencing it with her, my heart was beating double time, and gratitude filled me so strongly, it nearly brought me to my knees.
Her gaze followed the path of the washcloth as she washed down my abs, her tongue darting out across her bottom lip as she moved the material down to my hard cock.
She gave me a seductive smile and an arched brow. “You like what I’m doing to you.” It wasn’t a question.
“I love it,” I choked out at the same time she gripped and tugged on my cock.
It was the first time I’d used the L word, and while I wasn’t saying—at least out loud—that I loved her, I still heard the way she inhaled sharply at my words.
For a split second I wondered what she’d say if I told her I loved her.
But then all thoughts were forgotten when she dropped to her knees and took my achingly hard cock in her wet mouth.
I slapped the wall next to me once and left my hand there, wishing there was something I could grip instead of the smooth white tile. “Fuck, baby.”
She hummed as she licked me from base to tip and then swirled her devilish tongue around the head like she was licking around an ice cream cone. My fingers dove into her hair, not guiding her movements—she didn’t need any help—but because I was desperate to touch her.
One of her hands gripped the base while she worked my tip in and out of her mouth, sucking as she pulled away.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
I stared down at her with hooded eyes, my chest rising and falling rapidly the closer she brought me to the edge. “You take my cock so good, baby.”
Like the fucking siren she was, she looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and my cock in her mouth. There was heat and appreciation in her gaze and something else I was desperate to see, but couldn’t vocalize in words yet.
She broke our eye contact, but I didn’t protest because she followed it by taking my cock all the way to the back of her throat and swallowing.
She gagged slightly from my size, but once she took a breath, she did it again.
One of my hands stayed in her hair, but the other went to the side of her neck, my thumb resting on her throat where I could feel the movement of her swallowing against my finger.
“B-baby. I’m gonna come if you do that again.”
In response, she gripped the back of my thighs and took me all the way deep in her throat.
There was no way I could hold back any longer when she swallowed again, her throat constricting around my cock.
With a shout, I came with an orgasm so intense it felt like my blood pressure spiked.
When I finally caught my breath, I bent over, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her hard, only breaking away because I was still catching my breath from the orgasm she’d literally sucked out of me.
“Fuck, you’re a goddess.”
A smile broke out on her face. I would do anything to make her smile like this for the rest of our lives. “That’s what every woman deserves to hear after she gives her man a blow job.”
I helped her up to standing and then held her tight against my body, angling us so the water could warm us both instead of just my back.
I didn’t want to let her go, and I could’ve happily stood there holding her until the water ran cold, but when her stomach rumbled, I knew I needed to make sure she got fed.
“Come on. Let’s dry off and make some dinner.”