just been about to pick up the soap again, he felt her hands cover his on her stomach. He paused, thinking that she was getting her balance, but then she gently slid his hand lower.
Though his arousal immediately stiffened, he almost couldn’t believe what she was doing. He tried to relax his arm as her soft hands guided his downward. Her skin slid effortlessly beneath his soapy fingers. Her hands rode on top of his as he swept slowly across her velvety mound. As his fingers crested the edge, they eagerly sought out the delicate softness he knew would be there. Then, when he quickly found her center she sharply inhaled and shuddered. The slippery wetness was warm and petal-soft as his fingers gingerly explored her. Though she had begun to widen her stance she froze as he caressed her. His fingertips circled around her tender flesh, rubbing lightly, as she exhaled in a low moan.
Her glistening breasts quivered, mounded together between her arms, and her diaphragm sucked inward as he caressed her again. Finally, he put his chest to her back, settled his free hand on top of both of hers, and leaned down next to her ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Every time I see you, you’re even more beautiful.”
• • • • •
Jesse could still hear Brett’s words ringing in her head.
He’d said that she was beautiful. No one had ever said that but especially not someone like him. Even the press of his lips on her neck said the same. Though it seemed impossible, she was starting to believe him. But more than that, she wanted to believe him because she’d felt something for him from the first time they’d made love.
His strong arms circled around hers and his rigid chest pressed into her back like a wall of rock. But between her legs, his fingers were achingly gentle as he stroked her yet again.
“Oh god,” she gasped.
With her hands trapped between his, it was as if she were touching herself and the pleasure there was quickly spiraling out of control. Her heart thudded in her chest and blood pounded in her ears as the pulsing in her sweet spot kept pace. His fingertips nuzzled it yet again.
“Brett,” she whimpered just as her abdomen convulsed.
His arousal was trapped between them and she felt its hot length throb along her backside. The moist warmth of his breath washed down the front of her. His hips flexed, pressing himself against her. And then their hands moved and he stroked her again.
Her mound moved of its own accord and rose against his touch. And as it did, he squeezed. A tingling sensation that bordered on burning suddenly engulfed her sweet spot and she whimpered and gasped, hardly able to breathe. A deep spasm convulsed her and her hips shook with a desperate need to respond.
Then in one smooth movement, Brett suddenly swept her up from behind. Though the cavern around them spun, she realized he was moving toward the tent.
• • • • •
As Brett gently lowered Jesse’s feet to the floor, he sat on the edge of his bed and guided her toward him. He quickly leaned back, pulling her with him and then astride him. With her knees beside his hips, her exquisite body hovered just above him. Her hips still quaked with tiny jerks and her breathing was already heavy but, as her knees spread, her moist entrance slowly settled on his arousal’s engorged tip. Placing his hands around her tiny waist, he guided her down.
Her eyes squeezed shut and she uttered a little cry as she sank down on him. His own hips couldn’t help but jerk in response and he thrust upward. He pressed into her, feeling her softness completely sheath him. The hot glide of flesh against flesh tugged at him, urged him deeper, and he drove upward. He thudded into her and a sharp grunt escaped her as she hunched forward, riding higher.
He gently captured a plump breast in each hand, palming them, molding them easily until they swelled under his fingers. Jesse’s back arched in response and a small moan was forced from her parted lips. No sooner had his hips relaxed, though, then he had to thrust again. She leaned forward into his hands, breathing harder, trying to find a balance. But the wait in the shower had been too long and his hips were beginning to pump with pent-up need.
Slow down, he told himself, but the