Tantrum

Ch. 17 The Way He Makes Me Feel

*** Gwen's POV ***

Nearly combusting from the friction between me and Spencer, I have to fight the urge to yank down his trunks and just slip him inside me. "Spence, not here." I manage to form words, although they come out in a sort of strangled moan that I don't fully recognize.

"Right." He stands abruptly, me slipping off him and nearly under the water before he reaches out and catches me. He ushers me up and out, grabbing hold of the fluffy white towels and wrapping me up as I start shivering instantly. He quickly towels off and wraps it around his waist, tucking his obvious erection away.

He grabs my hand and we scuttle inside. I playfully stop and tug his hand, missing his mouth on me. He seems to get the message, grinning as he pins me to the wall of windows with his hips and blesses my lips with his. His mouth trails down my jaw to my neck. I tilt my head to give him more access, which he hungrily accepts.

I shiver, my nipples screaming from the arousal and the cold. My hand connects with his arm as I need to hold onto something. His skin is raised with goosebumps. As if reading my mind he lifts his head from the path he was tracing over my collarbone and looks at me with boyish good looks. "Shower to warm up again?"

"Yes please."

As we walk into the large bathroom, he moves ahead and turns the shower on. I decide to make a bold move, partially because the wet fabric is making me colder. I shimmy out of my bathing suit, keeping the towel firmly in place. It's both thrilling and terrifying to be one terry cloth sheet away from exposing my body to him fully.

He glances at me over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing immediately to where my soaking bathing suit is puddled on the tile floor. His expression signals recognition and undiluted lust. I press my thighs together as the butterflies explode in my stomach.

"Get in. I'll join you." I advise. He smirks and turns back to shower. Then he slowly pulls down his towel along with his trunks revealing his peachy bare ass! He gives me a smoldering last look before he disappears into the shower. As if I couldn't be anymore in lust with the guy in this moment, his manly moan hits my ears. I giggle. I can't help it. "Sounds like you don't need me after all."

"Lies. Now get in here. This feels amazing." He sounds pretty damn convincing. I catch my reflection in the mirror as I move closer, still wrapped in my towel. Arousal looks good on me. I have more color and more confidence in my face than any other point in my life recently that I can remember.

I take a deep breath and drop the towel, just as Spencer pokes his head out. The water droplets cling to his hair and slip down his face. He wipes his eyes and then nearly jumps out of his skin. "Holy shit, Gwen."

I smile shyly and move into the shower stall, taking in the set-up as water seems to be spraying in every direction. Spencer wastes no time touching me, drawing my naked body with him into the cascading water. Each side has a vertical row of sprayers with a large rainfall head flowing from above. The side jets are stronger, feeling like a massage as Spencer turns me so the left side is spraying directly along my back.

Our hands roam as the shower water restores the heat we lost by vacating the hottub. I enjoy the feel of his skin and taut muscles below my trailing fingertips, the coarseness of the hair that covers his lower abdomen, leading to the velvty smooth skin stretched over his engorged dick.

His hands abandon their own adventure over my curves to stop my progress. "I'm pretty sure I'll burst with any sort of attention from you down there."