Chapter 7
ETTA
I’m blaming my newfound boldness on both the mountain air and the unbelievable way Boss makes me feel.
Reaching out, I turn so my back is against the spray of the water, my palm gently moving along the top of his shaft. Boss inhales sharply, then again as I stroke his length with both hands.
It's not just the fascination of touching a cock for the first time.
It's the way Boss growls, clutching my hand harder, as if he can barely control himself – although the thing is, I don't want him to control himself at all.
His huge biceps tense as I run my palm over and around the head, then all the way down to the base.
“Baby, I've been hard since I met you,” he growls. “But I swear the thing’s going to snap off at this point."
He's not exaggerating. It's twitching in my hand, and I can feel his entire body tensing up.
I slowly stroke up and down his entire length, wondering why he's not relaxing like he told me to. Is he trying not to come? Would he be embarrassed if he came too fast? Maybe that’s a guy thing.
I have no idea, but it changes everything.
"It's so warm in my hand," I say, looking up at him sweetly.
He turns to slump his shoulder against the corner of the tiled shower stall. "Beautiful, you have no idea how good it feels. The things I'm imagining from having you touch me…"
"What kind of things?" My eyes are wide as I step closer, pumping his cock up and down between us. "Tell me."
His eyes are half-lidded, the corner of his jaw twitching. "You don't want to know, baby." His voice is a growled groan that reverberates in the pit of my stomach.
"Maybe I do. Tell me everything you're thinking right now." My eyebrow lifts. "Or I'll stop."
His eyes blaze. "Already too late to stop, baby,” he grins. “And you’d better look out, ’cause I'm going to come all over both of us."
My fingers loosen, my grip becoming teasingly light. “Tell me what you're thinking."
I yelp as he grabs my ass hard, pulling my body to his.
"Thinking? No. Feeling. Imagining. Envisioning your perfect lips around my cock as I come down your throat.
Picturing throwing you on my bed and thrusting my entire cock inside you to see if you can take it.
" His eyes blaze, his fingers digging into my butt.
"I'm imagining those gorgeous breasts bouncing as I fuck you, and every little noise you're going to make.
How you're going to feel when you're twisting on my cock as you come.
" His breath hitches, and I feel his length twitch in my hands.
Loosening my grip even more, a gritty noise rumbles through his throat.
"So fucking close, baby."
"Keep talking."
"Don't know if I can.”
I stop moving my hands completely, making him groan.
"Don't stop. God, please don't stop. Okay…
I'm picturing your eyes when I thrust deep in your perfect pussy for the first time.
I'm dreaming about you moving in here and living with me forever so I can protect you and care for you and give you everything you've ever wanted. "
I was not expecting that in his filthy ramblings. Gently squeezing the head of his shaft, I murmur, "Keep going."
"I want my hands on your body twenty-four seven," he grits out.
"Never imagined that I'd find a woman with such gorgeous tits and ass and hips and eyes and so sweet that I never want to stop talking to her.
Never thought I'd find a woman who would make me realize this is it, she’s the one.
" His eyes screw shut as I gently stroke all the way up and down, barely touching his skin.
"Fuck, baby, this is torture. But you can do anything you want. Goddamn… When the time is right, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you. Make you come, over and over. Feel your perfect body pulsing all around me when you come again and again for me. Only for me. Forever."
His head dips to capture my mouth against his. This kiss is so raw and passionate that it takes my breath away. His mouth devours mine, as his hips begin to shift, trying to fuck my hand, searching for just a bit more friction.
Breaking off the kiss, I drop to my knees before he can stop me, taking his cock in my mouth while I firmly stroke the rest of his length. Licking and sucking as hard as I can, I look up to meet his shocked eyes as he grips the back of my head.
His body tenses up as he takes three strokes in my mouth, then he roars as his come bursts down the back of my throat. I sputter, swallowing the slightly salty release.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, moving slower now, clearly enjoying the sensation of my lips running up and down his shaft as the last few drops pump out.
Boss sinks to sit on the tile with me, gathering me into his arms as the water splatters across the back of his shoulders. "Etta," he rasps. "That was hands down the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me in my life."
"Good."
He looks into my eyes carefully. "Beautiful, I'm sorry – I don't remember everything that I said.
I was babbling. If it included anything about fucking you hard, I'm sorry.
I don't mean to scare you, and I don't expect that from you.
Whenever you're ready, if you’re ever ready for that with me, I'll be as gentle as you want for as long as you want. "
I'm glad that there's so much steam around us. It’s hiding how my eyes have turned glassy. It’s beyond touching that he's so careful with me. Protective.
“Will you sleep in my bed tonight?” he asks. “So I can hold you while you sleep?”
“Yeah.” I grin as we rinse off, then he bundles me up in a thick towel, drying my hair with a smaller one.
I already feel so at home with him. The bond between us is both comfortable and electrifying – especially as I curl into his powerful arms, half on his chest, as our breathing calms down together, finding a slow, steady rhythm.
Even though it's a decision I should sleep on for at least one more night, I already know that Boss is the one. We belong together, even if it's only for a few weeks.
And my first time is definitely meant to be with him.