“Never. My please has power. It’s like...super please!” She giggled and he kissed her.
“You are so goofy,” he said affectionately.
“I know. But you liked my skirt anyway.”
“The skirt, oh, honey.” He rolled his eyes upward as if invoking heaven. “When you lifted your skirt I swear it was like the gates of paradise. I could’ve heard trumpets, I’m not sure.”
“Trumpets aren’t very sexy.” She shot him a smirk.
“You are. Trust me. The trumpets would obviously be there to herald either royalty or, like, heaven itself.”
“Stay with me tonight, Jack. That shook me today, and just now. I’m not prepared for you, not ready for someone to look at me like that and touch me like that. I feel like I need you right now. You can sleep or have a sandwich or whatever, just come back to bed with me and hold me when you’re done.”
“Why would I get up?” he asked as if it were so obvious that he would stay with her all night.
“Band practice.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s over by now. We took our time and I didn’t want to rush. I’m not done with you, not by a lot.”
“Jack.”
“What?”
“Nothing, I just wanted to say your name. It feels good to say your name. Although I’m not sure how I’ll face your dad at dinner tomorrow. I’m positive that he’ll take one look at me and recognize that I’ve despoiled his son.”
“Despoiled? Hmmm, I’m not sure I’ve ever actually heard anyone say that word before. I’m fairly certain I haven’t ever been despoiled. If you’re going to look guilty you can at least despoil me thoroughly before then.”
“I’d love to. But I think a nap is in order first.”
“Fair enough. Do you care if I have a shower?”
“No, go ahead.” She said sleepily as he kissed her temple and slipped out of bed.
Britt heard the water begin to spray and even as sleep tried to pull her under, the image of Jack completely unclothed and standing under the same ordinary stream of water where she washed her hair each day sent a thrill right through her. She threw off the sheet and slipped into the bathroom, trying to be quiet. The steam from the shower was already fogging up the mirror but she spotted her reflection, flushed, lips swollen, hair bedraggled, happy. She ran a brush through her hair and gave up, sliding the curtain aside and stepping in with him.
Jack turned around, hooking an arm around her hips and pulling her up against him as the water, just a touch too hot, slid down their bodies. Water drops clung to his hair and beaded on his eyelashes, rivulets trailing down his face. She leaned in and licked a drop of water from his cheek. They were kissing, messy, frantic kisses with the sting of hot water cascading over them. Britt leaned back against the wall, her palms braced behind her. Within seconds, Jack’s mouth fastened on to her nipple, laving it with his tongue, sucking and nipping. His finge
rs took her other nipple, rolling it and tugging it as she tipped her head back. Jack kissed her neck, then her breast again, making sharp darts of pleasure bolt between her legs. She needed him again already and when he had said it was only the beginning, she could see almost disbelievingly that Jack was ready for her again. Despite their recent exertion, despite the hot water and the slippery confines of the shower, Jack and Britt had to join again swiftly.
His gaze searched hers, looking for confirmation. Britt took his hand and wrapped it around her thigh, raising her leg to hook around his hips. Between her parted thighs, he took his hand to her, setting his fingers deep inside and stroking, jerking up and forward, making her buck in time with his hand. The heel of his palm pressed against her nub as his long fingers probed inside of her and she gasped in time with each stroke. He replaced his fingers with his cock and she held onto the wall to steady herself against the onslaught of his thrusts as she took him bare and raw under the shower. She screamed a high shrill cry as he entered her, nodding vigorously, saying ‘yes’ again and again...yes, yes, yes, yes. Her leg was around his hips anchoring him to her, his naked cock moving in and out of her so fast, so deep that she was clawing at his shoulders for purchase, the dimness of the shower stall, the clatter of the water against the wall, the sharpness of hot water drilling across her skin as they moved together, grinding, intense, joining in a way they never had before. He said her name over and over as he came, his hands moving to the spot between her legs even as he finished to bring her to completion. When she finished, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him hard. She reached around and turned off the water so they stood in the eerie sudden silence, only the sound of dripping water and their own ragged breathing.
Jack kissed her.
“I’m sorry.”
“What?” she mumbled, bewildered and half-drunk from having him so fully.
“I tested clean. Right after we met. I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“What?”
“I didn’t use a condom, Britt. I know I should have. I know—”
“That was intense,” she said, her breath still coming in little gasps.
“Are you...okay?” he asked.
“I’m on birth control. I haven’t ever...without a condom,” she said. “It’s not just your fault. It’s both of our faults. I got carried away. You thought you were showering alone.”