links,” he
murmurs, holding up his wrists where his shirt hangs
sodden and limp.
With scrambling fingers, I release first one and then the
other cuff, letting his gold cufflinks fall carelessly to the tiled
floor and his shirt follows. His eyes search mine through
the cascading water, his gaze burning, carnal, heated like
the cascading water, his gaze burning, carnal, heated like
the water. I reach for the waistband of his pants, but he
shakes his head and grabs my shoulders, spinning me
round so I am facing away from him. He finishes the long
journey south with my zipper, smoothes my wet hair away
from my neck, and runs his tongue up my neck to my
hairline and back again, kissing and sucking as he goes.
I moan and slowly he peels my dress off my shoulders
and down past my breasts, kissing my neck beneath my
ear. He unclasps my bra and pushes it off my shoulders,
freeing my breasts. His hands reach around and cup each
one as he murmurs his appreciation in my ear.
“So beautiful,” he whispers.
My arms are trapped by my bra and dress, which hang
unfastened below my breasts, my arms still in the sleeves
but my hands are free. I roll my head, giving Christian
better access to my neck and push my breasts into his
magical hands. I reach round behind me and welcome his
sharp intake of breath as my inquisitive fingers make
contact with his erection. He pushes his groin into my
contact with his erection. He pushes his groin into my
welcoming hands. Dammit, why didn’t he let me take his
pants off?
He tugs on my nipples, and as they harden and stretch
under his expert touch, all thoughts of his pants disappear
and pleasure spikes sharp and libidinous in my belly. I lean
my head back against him and groan.
“Yes,” he breathes and turns me once more, capturing
my mouth with his. He peels my bra, dress and panties
down so they join his shirt in a soggy heap on the shower
floor.
I grab the body wash beside us. Christian stills as he
realizes what I am about to do. Staring him straig
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