Chapter Ten
Jess
Lane wasn’t making some glib comment when he said he was going to worship me. He’s following through on his promise not only completely, but thoroughly. Every nerve in my body is alight from his caresses. He’s left no part of me unattended.
Which is utterly new for me. In my experience, men zero in on two, maaaybe three places.
They manhandle the breasts, poke into your pussy, maybe squeeze an ass cheek.
If you’re lucky, they find the vicinity of your clit and give it a few half-hearted swipes.
Demanding you come but not really caring if you do.
The worst is when they insist you orgasm before them, prolonging the torture until you fake the damn thing to get it over with.
Lane has, dare I say, lovingly shown attention to each and every part of me.
Including the ones I’d rather not dwell on.
But he seemed to have no issue at all with my flabby belly, which sticks out more than it should.
Or my doughy hips or jiggly thighs. He gave them just as much attention as the rest.
Not only that, he washed and conditioned my hair. I never realized that was something which could be considered foreplay, but I stand corrected.
Now it’s my turn to get my hands on this gorgeous, rugged, stupidly sweet man. Setting aside the soap I took from him, I pick up the shampoo. I have to go up on my toes to reach his shaggy tresses.
What does he do?
He drops to his knees right there in the shower so I don’t have to stretch.
“Thank you. This is much better,” I murmur.
“I should say so,” he replies before burying his face in my squishy stomach.
My pulse quickens, chest squeezing as he softly rubs his bristly scruff across it, followed by soothing kisses. I don’t know how it’s possible, but tears prick at my eyes as my pussy flutters.
Gah, this man is going to be my undoing.
I might as well hand my heart over on a platter, because he’s doing his best to take possession of the damn thing.
Blinking back the urge, I return my focus to his downy locks.
They're so much softer than they look. I work my fingers through the strands and rub the pads of them over his scalp.
He groans. “Fuck, that feels amazing. Who knew hair washing could be so erotic?”
I chuckle. “I had the same thought.” Reluctantly, I pull my hands from the tresses. “Switch with me so I can rinse it.”
We shuffle positions so he’s under the water, and we wash the suds out. I coat conditioner on the ends and reach for the soap again, lathering it. He rises, and it’s finally my turn to explore every nook and cranny of his chiseled form.
Thick arms bulging with solid muscle. The broad barrel chest covered in coarse hair, which narrows down over flat abs. Slim hips where his engorged cock springs up.
When I get to the hard shaft, I wrap my hands around the velvety steel length. They glide up and down and my pussy clenches in anticipation of having it thrusting inside me. Bringing me pleasure I’m sure only Lane will be able to give.
I watch in fascination as his stomach muscles quiver. His groan has me smiling, and I reach down with one hand to cup and gently squeeze his balls, which are drawn up tight against the base of his cock.
My thumb runs across the weeping, bulbous head on an upstroke.
His hands cover mine, stilling them. “As much as I love you stroking me, I want to be inside that sweet pussy of yours when I come.”
“Yesss,” I agree on a breathy exhale. Nothing sounds better.
We quickly rinse and dry off haphazardly. I attempt to squeeze all the water I can from my soaked strands, but it’s futile at best. I’m pretty sure Lane won’t care anyway.
He proves me correct when he fits himself behind me, thrusting his cock against my ass.
His hands slide around to my front, one hefting a breast, the other sliding between my legs.
His lips come to the juncture of my shoulder and neck, which is exposed with my head tilted to the side as I wring my long tresses with the towel.
“Fuck. Look at how fucking sexy you are.”
I startle, realizing we’re on display in the bathroom mirror.
My eyes lock on where Lane’s hands are on my body, playing it like an expert virtuoso.
This is a new experience for me as well.
One I never would’ve entertained in a million years in the past. No way would I put all my flaws on exhibit for me to watch wobble around, but Lane’s lust filled gaze staring back at me has me forgetting all of it.
His dark, tanned hands against my pale skin is erotic. Nimble fingers roll my hard nipple with just the right amount of pressure. His other hand slides between my spread thighs through my juices, fingers circling my throbbing bundle of nerves before one sinks inside me.
He pulses the digit in time with his thrusting cock nestled in the crevice of my ass. My core clenches with increasing frequency as his thumb brushes my clit. I brace my hands on the edge of the vanity as my legs tremble.
“Oh God. Please don’t stop. Just like that,” I plead without thought. Not at all caring how needy I sound. He’s driven me beyond all reason.
My breasts raise violently with each sucking breath I take. My entire existence narrows to the places where Lane is touching me, bringing me to a level of euphoria that has my whole body humming with an other worldly pleasure.
Just as I reach the precipice, his talented fingers leave me hanging. My gaze jerks to his in the mirror with a whimper, my jaw slack. “Why’d you stop? I was right there.”
He smirks, and a shiver overtakes me when his breath whispers over my flesh. “I know, but I need to hear it first.”
My eyes narrow. “What?”
“Told you I’d have you begging, now tell me you’re mine, because there’s no going back after this, Jess.” He kisses my skin just below my ear.
We watch each other in the mirror, and when I stay stubbornly silent, his fingers begin moving again only to stop once more when I’m right there. A frustrated groan tears from me.
“Say it, and we’ll finish this together.” He tweaks my nipple and a gush releases over his hand between my legs. He groans, rubbing his thick length against me.
I absolutely shouldn’t be turned on by his alpha display, but being dominated by this man is nothing like I would’ve imagined.
It leaves me with the feeling of being cherished, which I’ve never experienced, and not at all like a possession.
When his fingers ever so lightly brush my throbbing clit, I break.
“I’m yours,” I whimper, no longer able to deny what we both know to be true anyway. He owns me.
The words have the effect of a starting gun. He increases the pace and pressure as my walls clamp tight. I’m so completely on edge it only takes seconds before a keening wail tears from me as spots dance in my vision. My entire body goes board stiff.
As I float in a blissful haze, Lane’s grunt breaks through, as does the slight sting of pain when he bites my shoulder. Hot ropes of his cum cover my lower back. My hazy gaze focuses on him in the mirror, watching in wonder as he too is overcome with pleasure.
“Fucking heaven,” he mutters.
And I couldn’t agree more, which scares the shit out of me.