"Well, good because you're about to be wearing it." I hold my hand up, and she squirts a glob in my palm.
Having her back resting against me as I lather the suds and wash her chest is fucking addicting. She fits every inch of my body. Her ass shielding my hardening length between her cheeks, her spine curving with my abs and chest as my hands work the soap lower. My fingers dip into her panties, and I roll them down her curves.
"Carter?" she asks, her tone hesitant
"Hmm?" My lips are too busy working their way down her sexy spine to form words as I drop to my knees.
"I can't breathe when you're around, either."
I bite the small roll of fat comprising her love handle, and she yelps, slapping at me and twirling.
"What! Did you just bite my fat?" Her arms wrap around her waist like I haven't already seen the entirety of her naked body. Her delectable and perfect body.
"Fuck that, Jess." I pry her arms from her body and kiss the skin below her belly button. "Yes, I bit your love handle," I admit, swiping the water streaming into my face.
She shifts left and blocks the water from drowning me, her skin flushing. "Well, don't. That's not—"
"Are you kidding me? That little roll is as sexy as sin. Guess I'm gonna have to bite, lick, and suck it whenever I have you naked, just to prove it to you." I run a hand to her thigh and lift her leg beneath the knee. "Just like I'm gonna bite, lick, and suck something else, Little Aggie."
I maneuver her leg over my shoulder and do precisely that.
No matter how hard I work, Jess holds her emotions verbally locked inside. Her body responds to every stimulus I offer. Her desire coats my tongue as I thrust it inside, her fingernails scrape over my scalp and steer me one way or the other, her muscles spasm when my fingers mimic the action I crave so badly I'm seconds from jerking off so we can climax together.
Her body loves what I'm doing, but her mouth stays closed—until she hits her orgasm. Then she screams and curses and mumbles praise for my talent. I don't need appreciation, but I do want all of her. I want her to lose herself entirely. I've never wanted that with another. Sex is sex. Shit.
I kiss the smooth skin along her bikini line and slow the pump of my fingers. She whimpers.
"I want you in my bed."
Dripping wet, I fall onto my back, and she crawls beside me, licking the water from my shoulder and wrapping her hand around my dick. She's not timid with what she wants from me. That's so fucking sexy.
"I want you comfortable," I say, and her hand stills. Propping her chin on my shoulder, she eyes me curiously. "When we're together, it feels like you're holding back."
Her lashes flutter as she blinks, her forehead wrinkling before she scoots higher up my body and buries her face. I didn't know I craved her surrender until I said it out loud. I can't stop pushing now.
"Let go." My words brush against the shell of her ear, and her breathe snags in her throat.
"I can't." She raises her head from the crook of my neck and meets my gaze. Shadows darken her eyes. "I don't know how."
I grin at the temptress sprawling across my chest. "Sure, you do. You just give in to it." My hips roll, and she moves with me, the sensation rolling my eyes to the back of my head.
"Then crash and burn? I can't do that." Curling her fingers into my hair, she tugs my attention back. "No one picks me up, Carter. No one saves me."
She said it earlier—she's worried what'll happen when this is over. My questions mount. This is supposed to be sex. Simple. What is she asking of me? What would I offer?
Reading my confusion, she sighs. "I can't lose myself," she says against my lips.
Swallowing her confession, my fingertips graze her spine. "You can with me." My nose nudges hers. "I'm here. I'll be here."
She's in my brain, my blood. Heat swirls in my chest—this woman. I didn't realize.
Running my hand up her neck, my fingers delve into her hair, and with care, I pull her head up until our eyes hold. "I don't have a clear definition for what we are, but we're not as simple as sex, Little Aggie."