Page 101 of Then Came You

“Sam…”

“Tell me what you need.” His thumb flicked over her sensitive nub, and she jerked her hips forward.

“I need you. Now.”

In the movies, they always made shower sex look so easy, but in reality, it was a bit challenging. They jostled around for a few minutes, before finally finding a reasonably comfortable position.

Soon Sam was buried deep inside her.

“Is this okay?”

“God, yes.”

He was happy to hear it because, now that they were connected, he didn’t want to stop.

Gripping under her thighs, he held her up, and she clutched his shoulders for added support. They kissed and rocked and kissed some more, and the friction built rapidly.

“Okay?” he asked, panting.

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

He bent his head to her breast and feasted, rolling his tongue around her taut nipple. He couldn’t easily get to her other breast, so he concentrated on the left one, sucking and nibbling while he thrust inside her. His arm muscles started to burn, but he’d take this kind of pain any day.

He could tell she was getting close when she dropped her head to his shoulder and dug her nails into his skin. He was bound to have battle scars after this, but he’d wear them proudly.

“Sam!”

Her entire body tightened, and his responded in kind, and they climaxed together, riding out their pleasure to the very last shudder. Then, because his arm muscles were threatening to give out, he carefully disengaged himself and set her back on her feet.

He’d turned the nozzle away from them while they’d been busy, and now he adjusted it back to center.

“Let me wash you,” he said, grabbing the bar of soap off the shower ledge.

“I’m too weak to argue,” she replied and stepped under the spray.

He took his time gliding the bar of soap over every inch of her, discovering a few ticklish spots along the way.

“Stop it!” she said after he’d repeatedly rubbed the soap behind her knees.

“What? I’m just cleaning you.”

“You’ve washed that spot three times! Now, give me the soap.”

“I’m not done yet.”

“I’m clean already. It’s your turn.”

“Fine,” he said and reluctantly handed over the soap. While he loved having her hands on him, he’d been having fun making her laugh. He figured she’d needed that after the night they’d had. But the fun wasn’t over yet.

“Ah-ha! You’re ticklish too,” she said.

He’d squirmed when she’d washed his armpits, though he’d tried not to.

“I was just moving so you could reach better.”

“Yeah, right.”

A few minutes later, he was squirming for a different reason.