Chapter 115

His hands tugged in her hair, his pads digging into her scalp. There was something so sensous about a man washing a woman’s hair, or maybe she was just too far gone already and anything seemed sexy to her at that moment.

She had the most beautiful long curls. Heavy with water it hung down her buttocks, black and wet. He had her pressed almost flat against the tiles, his shaft was digging into her,  wordlessly telling her what she was doing to him.

He stepped back.

“I’m done baby.” His voice was gruff and low.

She turned around and he was instantly dazzled by her sparkling dark eyes. She was a vision and a painful reminder to his groin that he wanted to bury himself in her…all night long.

He watched as her small hands battled with the Shampoo. Soon, very soon, he’ll have them all over his skin. He shuddered just by the thought of it.

At last! She could touch him, the enjoyment of the thought alone, rushed through her veins, setting her heart to skip to another beat.

Closing the distance between them, she pressed into him. His hands automatically pulled her even closer and she smiled. Massaging softly, she circled his scalp, making sure she doesn’t miss a single spot.

His head was leaning backwards and didn’t see her coming closer. Her warm mouth nuzzled along his jaw. She felt him jerk and then relax. He was just too inviting to ignore, his perfect jawline beckoned her to taste and trace the perfect line. And she did, thoroughly.

Grabbing the bar of soap she slid it along his skin, sliding it over his adam’s apple, down his throat, over his strong shoulders. He had lifted his head, his eyes burning into her but she was enjoying herself too much with this glorious piece of male flesh to realize he was watching her.

She reached her favourite part. Delicious, thick male fur, covering an even more delicious set of pecs and perfect six pack. White foam mingled with his dark hair, creating patterns. Two male nipples peeked from their nest. She flicked over them, coaxing them to life. She heard his hiss and marveled in the power she had over him.

Dark eyes met his coyly. His weren’t blue anymore, they were dark, stormy pools of lust.

“You’re playing with fire.”  They seemed to say but she was ready for fire tonight as long as the arsonist was the man smouldering in front of her.

She thought he might jump through the roof when she touched his throbbing shaft.  Cupping him gently she kept her touch light, knowing that he was aching.  Holding him in one hand, she pulled back the soft skin, exposing the tip.

“Oh God Megan, honey…..”

“Shhhh…..”

He shuddered against her, having a hard time from spilling into her hands.  Her nails scraped over the head, he growled painfully. Deciding that she couldn’t make him suffer any longer she fluttered downwards, feeling his hair grazing her palms.

He was getting impatient, she could feel  it.

“Almost done, now turn around please.”

Her please was a sweet request and he knew he couldn’t say no. He was ready to march her to his bed and get lost in her warmth.

Megan’s gaze lingered over his perfect frame. Strong muscled shoulders sloped into a tapered waist, only to be complimented even more by the tightest ass she had ever seen on a man. She smiled slightly at the stark paleness of the cheeks against his deep tan. There was something vulnerable about that, making him so human to her at that moment and not the sex god she had always perceived him to be.

Shaking herself out of her drooling session she started the whole process of washing him all over, enjoying the whole experience.  Hard muscles danced underneath her palms, bunching and relaxing in turn.

She cupped his buttocks, trailing a path of soft kisses down his back as her hands gloried in his perfect cheeks.

Her kisses and kneading hands were enough for Jon and he turned around, leaving her stunned at his sudden movement.

“If you keep this up baby, I’m going to end up in smoke.”

He closed the taps, stepped out of the shower, only to return with a thick fluffly towel. Wrapping her into it he turned to dry quickly, wrapping the towel around his waist.

He took her hand, leading her to his dressing table. She sat down, watching him hunting for the hairdryer in the drawer.

Sitting comfortably she closed her eyes feeling his fingers raking through her hair, ridding it of  the excess water.

He came to her front, the warm breath of the dryer heating her scalp. She came close up to his toweled waist, sitting so close she could count every tiny hair making up the happy trail down his stomach.

Darting out her tongue, she licked at the dark trail, feeling the hair brushing against her mouth. Jon froze in mid air, his hands stopped moving. His eyes fell on the woman keeping herself busy by licking his stomach. He saw her hands reach towards the towel and his heart stopped. How much more could he take?!  The towel fell towards the floor, giving her access to more than just the trail.