“I need to shower,” she murmured as his lips caressed her neck.
Hannah wasn’t moving away from him, though. She never moved away from him. No matter how often he touched her, or how, she was always ready for him.
“I could wash your back.” He bit at her neck, loving the wild, sweet taste of her flesh.
“You could do that.” He heard the smile in her voice and he loved it.
Hell, she was sinking claws into his heart that he knew he was never going to be free of.
Taking her hand in his, he pulled her into the bedroom, then straight to the bathroom. The thought of having her in the shower was more than he could handle. His cock was already straining at his zipper, demanding action.
In the bathroom he adjusted the water to the shower before turning to her. He undressed her slowly, like unwrapping a present. His very own present. Just for him. Revealing each soft silky inch of her body as he dropped the clothes on the floor.
Once Hannah was naked he had to get her into the shower, beneath the spray of water, before he could strip his own clothes. He practically tore them off, tossed them aside, then stepped under the spray with her.
Steam collected in the enclosed space, filling it with an erotic sensuality that wrapped around them and nearly destroyed him with need.
“I’ve dreamed of having you here, just like this,” Rick told her, the words slipping unbidden from his lips.
“I’ve dreamed of being here with you,” Hannah admitted as he worked shampoo into her hair and washed it slowly.
/> Suds collected and rolled down her body as he spread the luxuriant shampoo through her hair before rinsing it and doing the same with a soft conditioner she had brought with her. When he was finished, Hannah pushed him away, then surprised him by doing the same for him. He bent to her, watching her as she washed his hair, her hands working the strands of hair as though she loved them.
They bathed each other. As Rick washed her, he kissed her. He worked the lather over her breasts, down her belly, and between her thighs. As he rubbed the tender folds of her pussy with the soft washcloth, he gloried in her moans.
Then he was moaning himself when she insisted on doing the same for him. The caressing motions were nearly his undoing when she moved to his dick and washed it as though she couldn’t afford to miss a single spot.
Showering with her was an adventure. It was one Rick knew he was going to want, to need, to repeat, over and again.
By the time they were scrubbed from head to toe the laughter had died to strangled moans, sudsy strokes were replaced by the soft spray of the water rinsing their bodies, and he had her in his arms.
His lips were devouring hers as though he had never kissed before, never caressed a woman’s body. He was so hungry for her that it could have been four lifetimes rather than four years since he had touched a woman.
But then, he had never touched Hannah’s body. The past days had been like a dream he didn’t want to awaken from.
His lips moved to her swollen breasts, covered a hard nipple, and sucked it inside. He stared up at her as he drew on the tight little point, watching her face flush, her eyes darken.
He groped along the small shelf to the side, gripped the opened condom he had laid there earlier, and hurriedly rolled it over his erection. He wasn’t going to last long and he knew it. He needed her too bad now.
Hannah’s hands speared into his hair to hold him closer as she arched toward him, moaning as he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
She was so sweet, so delicate in his arms. It was like holding a live fire, one that warmed him from the inside out.
As he licked at first one nipple, then the other, he lifted her, allowed the head of his cock to tuck against the soft folds between her thighs before stilling against her.
Lifting his head he stared into her dazed eyes.
“What’s wrong?” She was panting with pleasure as she stared back at him, her nails biting into his shoulders as her thighs tightened around him.
“I want to watch,” he whispered. “I want to see your eyes as I take you, Hannah. Don’t close them.”
She was breathing harshly, heavily, a little whimper breaking from her lips as he penetrated her the slightest degree, stretching the entrance open as her eyes darkened further.
“I love watching you,” Rick admitted. “Watching your face flush, your eyes growing drowsy and dark as I fuck you.”
Her long hair, slick and wet with water, spread around her shoulders like a dark cape that contrasted with the silky smoothness of her pale skin.
He pressed in further, feeling the muscles of her pussy clamp around the head of his cock. He felt the pressure of it wrap around his balls as the need to come nearly broke his will.