While We Waited
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My knees wobble, and Tag palms my naked hips to steady me. I immediately stick my face in the spray, and close my eyes, because his eyes are raking up and down my body and I feel more naked and exposed than I have ever been.
“Are you coming in?” I ask quietly.
Tag
Damn if she hasn’t taken my breath away. My knees are weak and my hands are shaky as I take my clothes off. She watches me from the shower, her eyes narrow slits. She picks up the shampoo and fills her palm, and then starts to lather it into her hair. Her eyes close when I get in behind her and draw her bottom back to rest against the tops of my thighs. My dick is so hard I could pound nails with it, but I want to take my time. I want to savor her.
I turn her to face me and pull her hands from the suds in her hair, replacing them with mine. “Let me,” I say when she starts to protest. Her hands fall flat on my chest and she lets me suds her hair up, letting out a little moan because it feels good. I tip her head back under the spray and watch the lather sluice down her body, right where my tongue is dying to go.
I kiss her, our mouths melding under the water until I can’t breathe. I lift my head and take the spray on my face. Her lips touch the bottom of my chin and she walks up the sensitive skin toward my ear, taking tiny, awesome little nibbles of my jaw. I kiss her again. I can’t get enough.
“I need you,” I say.
She looks at me.
“I want you,” I tell her.
She stares into my eyes, and I can feel her breath hitch.
“I love you.”
Her cheeks color. “I need to wash,” she says.
I grin. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“I might need a little privacy…”
My dick is hard between us, and I press it into the notch between her legs.
“Tag!” she cries. “I need to clean up.”
I pull back and spin her to face the wall. “Later,” I say close to her ear. I draw her bottom back and spread the cheeks of her ass with my thumbs. “Are we safe?” I ask, then I bite down gently on her shoulder.
“Safe?”
“I was tested. Were you?”
She nods, and places her palms flat against the tiles of the tub surround. “Right after you and I… Yes. I was tested.”
I want to ask her. I need to ask her. But I won’t. I can’t. Because it would break my heart to know.
She apparently read my mind. “There hasn’t been anyone for me since you, Tag.”
“That guy you brought home…?”
“He kissed me. Nothing more.”
“Any chance I could get you pregnant?” I nudge at her slick heat with the head of my dick and she sucks in a breath.
“Are you asking for permission to get me pregnant? Or are you ruling out pregnancy as an option?” She looks over her shoulder and laughs at me.
I think about it a moment. “I would love to see you pregnant. With my kid. Our kid. Your belly big and swollen and your boobs full. You’d be full of us.”
She pushes her bottom back toward me. “Tag–”
“This isn’t turning you on, is it?”
“I can’t get pregnant. At least not today,” she says. “But–”
I freeze. “But what?”
“But I’ve never done it without a condom. Never. Ever. I’m afraid.”
“I’ll take care of you, Finny. I promise.” I notch my dick toward her heat and wait. “Do you trust me?” I ask her.
“Yes!” she cries.
“Tell me you’re ready for this. For me. For us.” I wait, poised at her heat.
“Yes!” she says loudly.
I wrap my arm around her waist and surge inside her. She takes me, all of me, and she gasps as I sink balls-deep. Her warm heat wraps around me and holds me, snug and tight.
“Damn, this feels good,” I say. I palm her breasts, hefting the gentle weight of them in my hands, and draw her nipples into sharp points with elongated pulls of my thumb and forefinger. “What can I do to make you feel good?”
She takes one hand from her boob and moves it down to her lower lips, and I slide my fingers against her slick skin. She’s slippery-sweet and wet, and it’s not from the shower. It’s from how much she wants me. This. Us. I find her clit and circle it, trying to be gentle, but she covers my fingers with hers and shows me how rough I should be.
“God, Finny,” I growl close to her ear, and then I draw her earlobe between my teeth. “I can’t wait.”
She cups the back of my neck in her palm. “It’s okay. Come, Tag.”
I pull out of her, her silken heat tempting me to pump back inside, but I can’t. I have to give her pleasure.
I spin her around and push her back against the wall. Then I drop to my knees in front of her, lift one leg over my shoulder, and I lick her wet slit, quickly finding her clit and drawing on it with the suction of my mouth. She lays her head back against the tiles and closes her eyes. Her hips rock in time with my tongue and I know she’s close. I slide two fingers into her silken sheath and she cries out. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she jerks it.
“Sorry,” she says. “You don’t like that, do you?”
I take her hands and bury them in my hair. Show me how much you want me, Finny. Guide me. Love me so I can love you back. She tugs, and I find a rhythm in time with her hands. Her vaginal wall squeezes around my fingers when she comes, and I lick her over and over, her body shuddering and quaking as I wring every drop of her orgasm from her, until she stills and pushes my head away.