The Lust Of Love

Hit the Showers

When We reached our room , The cool blast of air-conditioning inside our room felt terrific. She kicked off her sandals at the door and sunk to the couch. I leaned over the back of the sofa and kissed the top of her head. "I'm going to shower." I wasn't kidding about having sand in some pretty undesirable locations.

"Okay." Her tone was despondent. But reading her subtle signals, and desire to be alone right now, I left her and closed the bathroom door behind me.

Stepping under the spray of hot water, I stood there uselessly, letting it beat down against my back, easing out the tension in my shoulders. I wish I could make her see what she meant to me, help her understand that I wasn't this way with other women. Ever. She was special, everything I'd ever wanted.

I didn't hear the bathroom door open, but sensing I was no longer alone I opened my eyes and found Sophies dark Hazel eyes watching me.

"You need a hand she said ?" Her gaze slid down my naked chest and abs, darting back up just as quickly. Her breath shuddered in a soft inhale.

"If you think you can handle the job." My voice dropped low and my face stayed not bothered .

She tongue wet her bottom lip and her ni**les pressed against the little cotton camisole she wore. As if taking a moment to think it over, she paused at the threshold to the marble-and-glass–enclosed shower. I remained still, standing in the spray of warm water. All except for my cock, which started to slowly getting hard in his own .

Apparently done thinking, She pulled her shirt over her head and stepped out of her shorts. It took her just a moment to unsnap her bra and kick off her panties and then she was stepping forward, reaching for my outstretched hand that is reaching for her .

Knowing the struggle start to our trip, I wasn't about to push her for more right now. But I'd also never deny an opportunity to be close to her, skin to skin. I pulled her to my chest and held her, letting the water soothe us both.

"Did you wash the sand off?" she whispered, while standing before me.

"Not yet. I was just enjoying the water." It took every ounce of control I possessed not to bring my hands up and touch her br**sts, caress my thumbs across her perky ni**les. I loved the seductive look in her eyes when I took over. But I needed to be in control right now Everything but my c**k had gotten that memo. It was still steadily raising and was brushing past her thigh.

She swallowed heavily. "Let me wash you."She said.

I nodded.

She grabbed a thick washcloth from the shelf mounted to the wall just outside the shower. She wetted it and squirted a generous amount of body wash and body shampoo before lathering the suds. "Turn around," she commanded, looking determined.

"Yes ma'am." I turned away and she began scrubbing my back with a firm pressure. I let my head drop forward and said . Fuck, that felt good.

She continued soaping me up, not missing a square inch as she ordered me to turn and face her then raise my arms. I chuckled as she scrubbed my underarms because it was a little ticklish then dropped them to my sides while she focused on soaping up my chest.

Her touch was so careful, so loving, it stole my breath and left me flooded with emotions I'd never had and couldn't name. I'd never felt so thoroughly loved , cherished and cared like I did with her. She was the most selfless, sweetest person I knew. Real and true to her core. She wasn't the type of girl you dated and messed around with for fun. She was a forever type of girl. And the problem was, I wasn't a forever type of guy. I didn't know if I was even capable of that level of commitment. She deserved more. And the thought of hurting this beautiful girl and wounding her spirit wasn't something I ever wanted to do.

She ran the soapy washcloth along my arms and legs before wringing it out and depositing it on the bench seat in the shower. Then she dumped some of the liquid body wash into her palm and began rubbing it over my chest and abs. Her lips were parted and her hair hung in damp strands around her face, sticking to her neck. It look all the will and strength in me that I had to stand there and let her wash me.

Her eyes slipped downward and her hands stopped on my hips. "You're getting hard," she said .

I looked down to where all her attention was captured. "Quite an accurate observation." I wanted to take myself in my hand, stroke and tease her, but I remained planted to the shower floor while rivulets of hot soapy water streamed down the length of me.

With a determined look in her eyes, She brought her hands down to my dick and gripped me lightly.

Watching her little hands try to stroke me was a beautiful sight. Her fingers slid from root to tip. "Fuck, baby . . ." I brought one hand to the wall, flattening my palm against the tile. "That feels so good." My voice was a deep rasp in my chest. Blood surged south as I pushed my hips forward to meet her hand's pumping.

She was still biting that damn bottom lip and watching me with wide eyes. I couldn't let my seed go to waste on the bottom of the shower floor. I wanted to be inside her. Done watching her play, I spun her around to face the wall.

"Hands up," I whispered near her ear.

She pressed her hands flush against the wall in front of her.

"Good girl," I murmured.

I stepped closer, pushing my body against the length of hers, loving the feel of my c**k against the soft curve of her ass. I pushed her wet hair over her shoulder, leaning forward to tenderly kiss along the back of her neck and down her spine. I felt her shudder and her body broke out in chill bumps despite the warm water streaming over us both.

I trailed my fingertips down her spine, feeling her shiver and squirm as she anticipated where my hand was heading. Curving my hand between her legs, I found her already slippery and wet. I pushed my middle finger inside of her.

She arched her back, forcing her ass back against me.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I dragged my finger slowly in and out of her.

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