I scowled “We do, once we’ve had our hands on a cup of coffee” I quipped.
He laughed “You’re adorable,” he said “how about we shower together?” he added as I stared at him mutely.
Shower together? Was he joking? I opened my mouth to refuse but then eyed his body longingly. It was hard to say no to that. Especially after the lovemaking we had done. I could feel my mouth going dry. It would be another relatively new experience. What harm could it do? Part of me was feeling adventurous and a little reckless. My husband was observing me, his lips twisted in a grin, a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. Part of me didn’t want to disappoint him, but if I was honest another part of me didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity, even if I was feeling like I would murder somebody for coffee. Something told me a shower with a gorgeous man like Grayson might just be the wakeup that I needed.
I hesitated. Grayson smirked “Didn’t you ever shower with Johanthon?” he said with a shrug, beginning to head towards the bathroom with an air of nonchalance.
My answer stopped him in his tracks. “No.”
He halted. Stopped. Turned back to me and raised a brow. “Never?” he asked suspiciously “not once in the three years you were married?” he sounded incredulous.
I blushed. The way Grayson asked questions and spoke, I was beginning to feel as though my marriage to Johnathon was not the typical one that most had. That perhaps it was different and not in a good way.
“Not once” I whispered, avoiding his gaze “Johnathon didn’t want to be disturbed while he showered. Said it made him moody” I added quietly.
Grayson frowned. I blushed even deeper. “I need the bathroom,” I said quickly and he motioned for me to step inside, still frowning. I was quick to do my business, wash my hands, and reopen the door. He stepped in and shut the door. I heard the sound of the shower running and assumed that our discussion was over. I sighed. Maybe it was for the best. I was sure that Grayson had to get to work and I didn’t want to cause him to be late. But another part of me was disappointed, which shocked me. When had I become this wanton?
The door to the bathroom opened. Grayson poked his head back out, his eyes narrowed.
“Flair,” he said calmly “Would you give me a hand with something?”
I was puzzled but nodded, walking into the bathroom. Grayson shut the door and turned to me. He was wearing a towel and had wrapped it around his waist. Without ceremony he pulled it off, exposing himself, and put the towel back on the rack.
“I think I could use some help washing myself,” he said coolly, his eyes observing me “and your assistance would be appreciated.”
Was he testing me? My eyes drifted up to look at him. There was a patient look on his face. He wasn’t pressuring me. He wasn’t demanding I do this. He was allowing me to decide what it was I wanted. I bit my lip.
“I’ll get wet” I protested weakly, feeling stupid as I said it.
He gave a chuckle “then I suppose that you might need to take your clothes off so they don’t get ruined” he deadpanned.
His hand reached out and cupped my face “Don’t overthink this. I want to look at you, that magnificent body of yours, and touch it” he said with a low growl “you’re my wife and I have no intention of treating you anything like your ex-husband did. I do things my own way. If you don’t want to do this, I won’t make you. But this experience is something that’s sure to leave you more than awake” he warned me.
Screw it, I thought a bit dazedly. His touch was already causing my body to heat up. He kissed me on the lips and I was a goner. His lips were demanding and dominant, leaving me gasping for air as he pulled back. I craved more. His eyes glinted as I slowly began to pull my dress up over my head. He stepped in to help, throwing the dress carelessly into the hamper provided. He glanced at my lace panties and bra with approval, his hand skimming over my breast and causing me to shiver.
“Stunning” he breathed “turn around” he demanded.
I turned, showing my back to him. I felt his hands on both my shoulders, lifting my hair out of the way, before his lips were kissing and sucking on the nape of my neck and causing me to give a guttural moan. He rubbed my shoulders with his hands and then they slid slowly down, while he continued to kiss me, one hand deftly going to the clasp of my bra and undoing it. He paused his kissing to slowly peel my bra away, flinging it in the hamper and then reaching around to cup my breasts with his hands while he began to nibble on my earlobe, tingles running through my body as my legs began to quiver from the delicious sensations as he explored and touched me.
“You’re so perfect” he muttered, his hand sliding slowly down my stomach, my back still turned to him, before pausing at the front of my panties while I sucked in a breath. His other hand skimmed down and stopped at the top, before he hooked his fingers underneath and began to pull them slowly down, sliding them down my legs and I kicked them off. He knelt down and kissed my buttock, his hand squeezing and massaging it as I struggled to stand, my core beginning to throb with need. Grayson turned me around and I stood there, while he began to stand back upright, his gaze raking over me, while I felt exposed and vulnerable. I was naked and I fought the urge to cover myself, and my breasts as he gazed at me with an expression that was full of lust and desire. He wanted me. I could sense it and I could feel it.
His eyes began to glitter. The shower was huge, and could easily fit several people in there. Grayson opened the glass door and took my hand, slowly leading me inside, where I felt the warmth of the water begin to cascade over me. A slow grin spread over his face. He reached for a washcloth and spread body wash over it, his eyes on me the whole time, anticipation on his face. He held the washcloth out to me. I took it with tentative hands.
“Wash me wife” he growled, gesturing to himself “I’m at your mercy” he added mischievously as I stood there, wondering where I should start, while his hard-on pointed directly at me. It was now or never. What was my next move going to be?
Grayson POV
She was so responsive. I half expected her to back down from my challenge, but she surprised me. Her hands shook slightly as she raised the washcloth and then she gently placed it against my chest, rubbing it softly as I raised a brow. She bit her lip, concentrating on her task, the washcloth slowly lowering down to my legs. She was blushing, her cheeks becoming pink as the washcloth slowly dipped down to my erection, causing me to shudder when it touched it. I hastily grabbed the washcloth off of her, surprising her. I finished washing myself and then turned her around.
“My turn” I purred, and began to scrub her back as she stood there, my touch tender as I touched her all over, before turning her again to do the front.
I could see her body trembling as I began to wipe her breasts, heard the sharp inhale as she sucked in a breath. My hands moved slowly down her luscious body, the washcloth moving down to her mound and she let out a moan as I touched her down there, her eyes closing. God, it was a turn-on. The washcloth dropped from my hand as I began to finger her clit, my body moving to press her against the tiles, the water continuing to cascade over us. She whimpered as I began to kiss the nape of her neck at the same time. She was so wet, her hips moving involuntarily against my fingers. I slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her walls clench against me, slowly pumping it in and out as she clung at my shoulders, her breathing shallow, her head tipped back slightly.
Another finger was inserted inside of her. I curled my fingers slightly and began to thrust them slowly back and forth. She moaned, her nails digging into my flesh. I nipped her gently on her neck and she gave a small cry, her body tensing and then she came, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching tightly against my fingers. Her eyes fluttered open as I carefully slid my fingers out of her, a dazed look on her face. I smirked.
“Turn around,” I said hoarsely.
My cock was throbbing so hard it was practically painful, I was that desperate to be inside of her soaking wet pussy. She slowly turned around, and I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, causing her to lean forward slightly. Her ass was divine, my hand moving to squeeze its soft flesh, loving the way it felt in my hand. Every bit of her was perfect. Her skin is smooth and creamy. I bit back a groan, positioning myself behind her and lining up at her entrance. My hand reached around and cupped her breast, squeezing it gently. She whimpered.
I pushed inside of her. She panted. God, she was tight. Unfucking unbelievably tight. I pushed in, inch by inch, feeling her soft velvety walls close around me as I sank in deep, all the way to the hilt, feeling her walls clench. I felt like I was home. I paused, allowing her to adjust to my size, her body pressed against the tiles. I slid out slowly and then thrust back in gently. She cried out, the water continuing to rain down upon us. It was erotic, like something out of a naughty novel and yet, she was more than eager to push back against me, her ass wriggling and rocking, grinding, causing me to groan out loud as I gritted my teeth.
“Grayson” she whimpered.
Damn, every time she said my name, it almost caused me to blow my load. She had no idea what kind of response she evoked simply by doing it. She was so innocent. There was something so pure about her. Johnathon was an idiot. He had no idea what kind of treasure he had lost. I began to thrust a little harder and was rewarded as she gasped, another orgasm rippling through her and her walls clenching as she came. I bit down on my lip, beginning to slam in and out, our bodies slick and wet, grabbing her but gently, not wanting to hurt her. I couldn’t last much longer. She was so beautiful, her cries and whimpers so much of a turn-on that I couldn’t help but cum, my body tensing as I spilled my seed deep inside of her before I slowly pulled back out.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.