Page 12 of The Boss

I turn on the water, and while it heats, I turn Etta away from me, sweeping her hair to the side. Her breath becomes fluttery as I dance a line of kisses along her shoulder, the side of her neck, down her spine. Then I straighten up, testing the water.

"Hot, but not as hot as you," I say with a grin.

She follows me into the shower enclosure, trailing her fingers through the falling water. "I love these tiles." She reaches for the sea-blue glass rectangles. They’re nice, but she's not admiring the decor. She's trying not to stare at my erection bobbing in front of her.

"Beautiful, I don't want you to be afraid. If this is too much too soon, just say so."

"It's not that," she sighs. “I just…don't know what to do."

"The last thing I want is for you to be embarrassed around me, beautiful. Honestly, you can do whatever you want. You can touch me. You can let me touch you. Or not. We could just shower and ignore the fact that we're naked and crazy about each other."

She giggles sweetly. "I'm totally fine with you touching me." Her blue eyes sparkle as she looks up at me. "I'm just worried I’ll touch you wrong."

I quickly rinse off the goat smell and then face her, my back to the spray. “Smack your hands on my chest." Etta blinks at me in surprise, then does it. "Now my arms and hips."

She bounces her palms along my arms, then as she's tapping my hips it gives her an excuse to check out my cock. I love her curiosity and willingness to explore.

"Now that thing in the middle… You should just ignore him completely." I grin. "Hell, shove him out of the way if you like. He won’t break.”

I lightly smack my bouncing cock back and forth to show her. Her peals of laughter swirl around the shower, then I pull her against me, my palm automatically molding to her breast. I love the way she leans into me, always wanting more. I just need her to get comfortable, even though my shaft is twitching against her hip.

"Okay. Clean making time. Let's do it."

I shampoo my hair, then hers. Then I wash both of our bodies from head to toe, taking extra slow, gentle care with her generous curves. I feel like I’m in a trance, or a dream-like state. Her skin is so soft it's making me lose my mind. I’m pleased to see that the more we touch each other, the more she relaxes.

Once she's all clean and rinsed, I drop to a knee, pulling her breast into my mouth with a groan. My hands mold to her ass, pulling her closer. "Mmm. Delicious.”

Her laugh quickly turns into a sputtered moan. "Don't I just taste like soap?"

"Nope. Like fresh mountain water and pure lovely woman."

Backing Etta into the corner, I set her hand on the shelf nook for balance. Then I kneel between her legs, draping a thigh over my shoulder. In the dim light, with the water splashing across my back, her luscious pink pussy calls to me.

Looking up, I take her free hand and latch it around the back of my head. "Tell me to lick your clit, beautiful. Tell me that you want to come on my tongue."

She blinks in surprise, then nods. "Yes."

The hunger inside me takes over completely as I reach under her raised leg to grip her ass firmly. "I won't let you fall, gorgeous. Just relax."

I don't really think there's any hope of her relaxing. Her entire body is trembling from head to toe the second I lick through her crease. My balls have never felt this full, and I have to spread my legs slightly to give them space. My cock is so engorged I might come any second all over the tile floor. I wouldn’t even be embarrassed. Etta must know what an unbelievable effect she has on me.

Her perfect bee-stung lips open with a gasp as I explore her tender skin, my tongue darting all over. "Oh!" she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair.

I love that she's so inexperienced and everything is brand new for her. It's making her reactions so honest.

The moisture across her eyelashes makes her lids heavy as she looks down at me. I groan as I make contact with her clit, making her tremble. The water and steam misting around us in the enclosed space feels like we're outside of reality. In a dream.

My fingertips graze up her inner thigh, then tease over the crease where her leg meets her body. Gradually, I flutter my tongue over every fold and nerve before focusing in on her snug inner lips. She's already wet, more slippery than the water splashing around us.

My blunt finger circles her juicy entrance carefully as my tongue presses harder, nudging her clit gently. Everything about Etta is delicate. Soft. She's already on the edge, trembling, and breathing with an erratic rasp.

"Someday you're going to want me here." My finger nudges inside a bit. "You're going to feel my fingers on your clit, and my cock opening your hot pussy right up."

"When?" she whispers.

"Whenever you want. Whenever you’re ready." My voice grows darker. "Whenever I lose my mind and start begging you, and you finally take mercy on me and say yes."

A half-giggle bubbles out of her mouth, then her stomach clenches. "Oh…" she murmurs, her hips beginning to twist as my tongue bears down on her button.