Escape

Chapter Eighteen

The sun is almost completely up, and I need to shower. I'm pretty sure I just caught a whiff of myself, and it's rough.

"I need to shower, like now," I laugh, and I stand up from the couch. I begin to walk over to the stairs, and I hear Samuel stand.

"Mind if I uh," he runs his hands through his hair. I nod, answering his question before he finishes. He smiles and follows me upstairs.

I've never been one to shower with someone else. It always felt cramped and I could always finish what I needed to do ten times faster when I was in the shower alone. But something about Samuel makes me want to experience every piece of our day together. I warn him that we have about fifteen minutes of warm water before it gets cold. He begins to undress. He slides his already unbuttoned shirt off and tosses it on the floor. He undoes his thick black belt and pulls it out of each belt loop. His tattoos are rolling over his muscles, across his chest and down his arm. His tattoos are mostly small, but there's a lot. He undoes his jeans and slides them down along with his briefs, stepping out of them as they wrinkle on the floor. I can tell I'm staring, but I can't pull my eyes away. He notices as he laughs to himself and walks over to me.

"Need help?' He asks with a playful smile. I laugh and nod, lifting my arms above my head. He grabs my sports bra and wrestles the tight material over my head, tossing it by his shirt on the floor. He pulls my hair tie out, dropping my hair to my back. His hands meet my waistband and he gently tugs.

"Jesus," He says as he tugs harder, "Are these things glued to you?" He laughs as he tugs even harder, finally freeing the fabric from my legs. I lean into the shower and turn the knob. It takes a moment for the water to warm, and when it does, I step inside and hold the shower door open, inviting him in.

He steps behind me, I'm facing the shower head allowing the water to hit my chest. He runs his hands over my shoulders and across my neck. I take in a sharp breath. He leans down and grabs the soap and squeezes it into his hands. He rubs his hands together and begins to massage my body. He starts at my shoulders, kneading his fingers, then makes his way down my arms, gently squeezing as he goes. His hands reach around to my stomach, takes one finger and softly traces up my torso and stops at my breasts. He takes both hands and gently caresses them, running his thumbs over the center. I lay my head back on his shoulder and try to control my breathing.

"Relax baby," He whispers as he wraps one arm across my chest, holding me still. His other hand, still soapy, runs back down the center of my abdomen and greets the nerves in the center of my body. He rolls the bud in between his thumb and his index finger. I take a sharp breath in, trying to follow his instruction. I feel him growing into my back as he gently presses into me. He continues to circle his fingers around and I feel the build. My pit is growing until it feels like it's in my throat. Just as I almost reach the top, I feel him slip his finger into me. I become completely undone by that touch, my knees becoming weak. Samuel tightens his grip around my chest, holding me up as I try to come back down to earth.

Once I get feeling back in my legs, I turn to him and study him. I reach down slowly and grab his length in my hands. I run my thumb over the tip and feel him twitch at my touch. He runs his fingers through his wet hair and parts his mouth, waiting for my next move. I begin to bend my knees to return the favor, when the water turns ice cold.

"Oh, fuck!" Samuels yells. I jump up and goosebumps cover my body. We both start laughing as we grab the shampoo and quickly try to wash our hair in the freezing cold water.

I jump out as soon as I rinse the conditioner from my hair and Samuel follows me.

"That was not fifteen minutes," He laughs as he grabs a towel and runs it over his hair.

"I'd call fifteen minutes the average." I laugh as I wrap a towel around myself. I grab my phone and check the time, it's almost 9:00 am. Samuel dries off and begin to get dressed as I blow dry my hair. I watch him from the mirror. Even watching him put clothes back on is incredibly attractive. I finish blow drying my hair and I walk into the bedroom. Samuel is sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone, waiting for me. I walk up to him and he looks up at me.

"So, you have some time to kill before work, right?" He asks, "What do you want to do?" He sets his phone on the table next to the bed, next to my note. I smile at him as my knees reach the floor in front of him. His eyes go dark and the corners of his mouth curl up.

"Oh," he says as he pulls off the towel I have wrapped around me, dropping it to the floor. I undo his belt just at the front and unbutton his jeans. He lifts his hips as I pull his jeans down to his ankles. His briefs follow. I take him in my hand and begin to stroke, feeling him grow. He leans back on his elbows while looking at me. I tease him a bit more by running my thumb over the tip. He rolls his eyes back as I take him into my mouth. I take him in as far as I can, using my grip to compensate for the rest. He groans as I take him in and out.

"Baby," he groans, "I'm going to finish soon, so if you don't..." He tries to catch his breath. I pump harder and faster. "Fuck, if you don't want it in your mouth, I need you to stop." I tighten the grip on my hands and run my tongue across the tip. He reaches down and takes a handful of my hair as he spills into my mouth.

I stand up and rewrap the towel around my body as he lays on the bed, panting. He leans back up on his elbows and looks at me.

"You are the sexiest woman alive; did you know that?" He says, still breathless. My face flushes as I roll my eyes and walk over to my closet. He is literally the most attractive man I've ever met, in every way. But hearing him call mesexy just seems like a far jump.