Snowed In

Chapter 8

I figured that the quickest, and probably the most fun, way to warm up would be to take that amazing shower for another spin. As soon as we were divested of our outerwear, I grabbed Avi's hand and practically dragged him upstairs.

"Where's the fire?" He chuckled following along behind me.

"Oh, you'll see." I looked back winking at him. Never letting go of his hand, I pulled him straight into the massive bathroom. I turned on the blue lights in the shower only and flipped on the heated fans. I pulled out one of the thick navy towels and folded it in half and then in half again and laid it on the floor in front of one of the benches. I started the two shower heads in the corner and made sure everything was where I wanted it. I looked back at Avi standing in the middle of the room. He was watching me silently with an amused expression on his face. I quickly stripped down to my bra and underwear and crossed the room to him. "Let's get you out of these cold wet clothes, and into that nice hot shower, yeah?" I said while unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yeah.", he said unbuttoning his pants and stepping out of them. I slid his shirt off his shoulders and placed a kiss on his chest. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. We both removed our underwear. I entwined my fingers in his and led him into the steamy glass cube.

I pushed him under one of the shower heads and picked up his loofah and body wash. Standing behind him I worked up a thick lather and pushed his wet hair over his shoulder and scrubbed softly at his neck and shoulders. I worked my way down his back and down his left leg. I then continued to wash him working my way up his right leg. I gently turned him so he was facing me, and so the water could rinse the soap off of his backside. I pushed his hair back over his shoulder and I scrubbed his chest and his arms and down his torso. I met his eyes as I trailed my hand down his chest and over his belly and I took him in my soapy hand and cleaned that part too. I pushed him under the water to rinse him fully and I guided him to the bench where I had placed the towel. He tried to pull me into his lap and I shook my head. "This is all about you. Relax, and let me worship you." I stood between his spread legs and claimed his mouth with my own. I kissed my way down his jaw and to his neck, giggling where his beard tickled my skin. I kissed my way down his chest paying special attention to his nipples. I worked my way to a kneeling position on the towel and kissed my way down his belly. He gasped when I tongued his belly button. I placed my hands on his thighs and looked up at him and held his gaze as I slowly took him in my mouth. The deep guttural moan that escaped his throat was all the encouragement I needed. I took him as far down my throat as I could treating him like a popsicle. I used my hand on the base of his shaft while I alternating sucking and licking his tip. He tapped my shoulder letting me know he was close. I took him once more down my throat and swallowed every last drop he gave me. It was something he'd never let me do before. He yanked me up into his lap and kissed me senseless.

He stood me up and gently pushed me under the shower head. He picked up my body wash and loofah and washed me from head to toe. I protested the whole time. "This is supposed to be for you."

"Doing this makes me happy. You want me to be happy, right?" He asked, giving me the puppy dog eyes.

"Always," I said giving in.

"I'm not satisfied 'til you're satisfied." He said, his voice dropping an octave as his hand slid from my hip to in between my legs. He manipulated me quickly with those long, dexterous fingers. Before long I was a moaning, quivering mess in his hands. "This was an amazing idea and an amazing location for it," he said with a smirk.

We washed and conditioned each other's hair, and finished our shower. He led me out of the glass cube and picked up one of the towels and wrapped it around my body. He then wrapped one around his waist. "Do you want me to comb out your hair?" I asked him while towel drying my own.

"No, I got it," he said over his shoulder walking out into the bedroom.