Christmas Heartache (Celebration Series 1)

Chapter Eleven- Shopping Trip

After they all left in high spirits I wandered through the house in a bit of a daze. I put several large vases of flowers around the house and went into my bedroom and ensuite.

I lingered over a shower, soaping in slow dreamy circles across my stomach trailing over my tattoo remembering how Daves hand had felt on my skin. Was it so hot with him because it had been so long since I had been with anyone? I searched my memory of encounters of any kind with guys before Cam. No, nothing came remotely close to the fire that Dave lit in me.

His hand hadn't lingered on my breasts or dropped anywhere near my centre. But the heat between us had been strong and intimate.

I missed Cam as a friend and felt as guilty as hell that I had fantasised about Dave months before Cam died. The guilt had started to fade a little now though. As I thought over all the issues surrounding my marriage, and what it had become.

Not so much the 'why', but feeling more comfortable about the fact that both Cam and I had been in survival mode, and things could not have continued indefinitely as they were, particularly as the children became more independent, could they?  I remembered how I felt that first moment with Dave standing close up against me. I remembered how attractive and appreciated I felt. I drifted into a day dream as I showered...

I was in the shower soaping myself when suddenly the shower door opened. The curtain of steam that had surrounded me, slipped away around him out into the bathroom. His deep voice reached me, "Putting on a show for me Susie?"

His forearms rested casually crossed over above his head on the top of the shower door frame. I had my back to him. Looking at his bare chest over my shoulder I noticed dark hair under his armpits and muscle tone down his well built body disappearing into his low slung boxer shorts. "Turn around. "

The way he would command me in situations like this would leave me feeling weak and very aware of the strength of him sexually and as a man. I felt uncomfortable exposing my body to him, I felt a bit like an exhibit as his eyes stared at every part of me without reserve. Down my back, over the curve of my cheeks, my thighs. As I turned his eyes travelled up ever so slowly, smiling as he did.

"You are beautuful. Your skin tone is amazing. I love the skin around the swell of your breasts. The heat of the water has turned your breasts a light shade of pink, ready to be appreciated. Your wet hair sits dark against your skin. Nice."

I was waiting for him to touch me, but his arms hadn't moved, although there was a strong tenting effect happening in his boxers. "I don"t think it is clean here yet." He smirked and signaled around my breast without touching me. "Start rubbing them. "

I tentatively used one hand and a sponge to circle one breast. "The other as well." I leant back and closed my eyes as I felt a tingle to my centre. It felt great. "Take their weight in each hand and start squeezing."

I felt the pool of heat start to spiral through me, I just wanted to wrap myself around him, wanting him to take me right then. Dave reached out and gently started to play with my belly piercing which right now seemed to be directly wired to my core. He raised his eye brows, "I think you need to clean a little lower."

I lowered my hand and started cleaning with the sponge back and forth between my legs, increasing the friction, I started to moan. Then his voice came, "Open your eyes, look at me, tell me, tell me what do you want."

I opened my eyes and saw that he was now standing naked in front of me, he was leaning sideways against the wall, proudly showing his aroused self to me. I couldn't help the gasp and clench low down that happened when my eyes rested on him. The ridge of muscle running up over his hip that continued down towards the heavy length of his rod took my breath away.