After taking hold of his arms, she turned him around so he was directly under the spray of warm water. She released him and grabbed the bottle of shampoo that sat on a recessed corner shelf. Kye wet his hair before slicking it back. Michaela motioned for him to lean down, then proceeded to wash and condition it. He did the same for her, relishing the feel of running his fingers through her silky locks.
He would’ve reached for the soap first, but Michaela beat him to it. She shook her finger at him while a playful grin spread across her face. Kye watched her hold the bar under the water before she worked up a lather.
Michaela’s soapy hands glided along the top of his chest, then worked their way lower, without missing any part of him. He moaned when she stopped just short of his cock and reached for one of his arms. She took her time running the soap along it, doing the same to the other.
Kye hadn’t thought his cock could get any harder until Michaela went down on her knees in front of him. She looked up while she rolled the bar between her hands. He closed his eyes to a squint, knowing they had to be mutedly glowing by now. She had him too worked up for them not to be. Watching her lick her lips, his erection bobbed in front of her. But instead of taking him into her mouth as he wished, she lowered her gaze and soaped his leg.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had such a torturous shower in my entire life,” he said in a gruff voice.
“You’re tough. I’m sure you can handle a little torture,” she replied with a small laugh.
“If you tease me too much, don’t be surprised to find yourself pressed against the wall while I take you from behind.”
“Who says I wouldn’t want that?”
Kye groaned as Michaela continued to wash his other leg. Once she was done, she rose to her feet. She lathered her hands again before she reached for his cock. He closed his eyes, holding back the loud growl that built inside him. The feel of her slippery hands surrounding him, stroking, had him fighting to hold back from coming.
All too soon, her fingers disappeared from his shaft and Michaela turned him around so his front faced the water. He then felt her hands sliding over his back, inching their way lower and lower. Kye fisted his hands at his sides to stop himself from pulling her to him. He’d let her finish, then it was his turn.
At his ass, she pressed closer and the tips of her breasts brushed against his skin. Michaela kneaded and squeezed each of his butt cheeks until he couldn’t take any more. Kye spun around and took the bar of soap from her.
“I think I’m clean enough,” he said huskily. “Now I get to do everything you did to me.”
He positioned her under the water before he lathered his hands. Kye took the same path she had taken on him, starting at her breasts and working his way down to her legs. He skimmed up the inside of her thighs, but avoided touching her pussy. Even through the water, he was able to smell the scent of her arousal. She whimpered when one of his knuckles accidentally brushed against her.
That one sound seemed to wrap around his cock and squeeze. Faster than he had intended, Kye turned Michaela and finished washing her, saving her pussy for last. He slipped a soapy finger between her nether lips and stroked. She panted and moaned, her bottom pushing back against his hard-on.
“Kye. Now who’s teasing whom?” Michaela reached around him and grabbed his ass.
That was it, he couldn’t take any more. He needed to be inside her right now. Holding her under the spray, he rinsed her off before turning Michaela so she faced one of the walls. Kye ran his hands down her arms until he reached hers. Those, he placed flat on the glass in front of her. He next took hold of her hips and pulled them toward him so she was slightly bent forward. With a knee between her legs, he spread them farther apart.
Keeping his grip on her, Kye angled his cock and slowly sank his length inside Michaela’s pussy. The sensation of her silken walls closing around him, gripping him tight, had him moaning. Rearing back, he pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in so he was balls deep. She fit him perfectly, sheathing him like a glove. Sex had been good before he’d found Michaela, but now, with her, it was even better. He was addicted to her, as if she were his drug of choice. He’d never get enough of her, and would do anything to get his next fix.
He pistoned his hips, taking her harder and faster. Their breathy gasps and moans rose in volume until they were louder than the sound of the running water. Michaela pushed back, matching each of his strokes, her pussy squeezing tighter around his plunging cock.
All too soon, Kye felt the point of no return rushing up to meet him. He skimmed a hand from her hip to her front and between her legs. Finding her clit, he stroked it in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Michaela. I can’t hold back much longer.”
She moaned. “I’m there. Oh god, don’t stop.”
He felt her inner walls rhythmically clutch his shaft, milking him to his own orgasm. He pushed inside her one final time and held her tightly to him as his cock pulsed deep inside her pussy, his release tearing through him.
After the last tremor took him, Kye pulled out of Michaela, turned her and wrapped her in his embrace. “I think it’s time to test out the bed.”
She nipped his chin and smiled. “You won’t find me arguing, though I do have to say your shower passed with flying colors.”
Kye turned off the water and carried Michaela out through the glass door. He dried them both and took his mate to bed. He then proceeded to show her exactly what he could do with the extra room on the mattress.
Michaela awoke to the sensation of her stomach growling. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she just knew it had been hours since she’d last had anything to eat. And with the amount of calories Kye and she had burned in his bed, there wasn’t any wonder she felt starved. At the rate they were going, she’d never have to worry about getting fat.
A quiet snore in her ear told her Kye still slept. She smiled. She’d probably worn him out, not that it was entirely her fault. The man kept an erection for so long he just seemed to keep going and going. He’d definitely ruined her for other men. But to be honest, she didn’t want another. She hadn’t told Kye yet, but she’d already made up her mind about moving in with him. He’d won her over to that idea. She’d move in with him tomorrow, if he wanted. The only drawback would be her commute to work, but she was sure she’d get used to it. After all, she’d come home every day to a mansion and the man she loved.
Michaela lifted Kye’s arm where it was draped over her waist and rolled toward him. He let out a loud snort, but didn’t awaken. She kissed him. “Kye, wake up.” He mumbled something she couldn’t understand, still mostly asleep. “Come on, sleepy head. I’m hungry. Are you going to let me starve?”
His brown eyes blinked open. “What time is it?” he asked groggily.
“I have no idea, but I know we’ve been in your room for hours.”
He gave her a crooked smile. “True. So what’s the final verdict? Was I able to have you side in my favor?”
She couldn’t help but grin at the playful look on Kye’s face. “Hmm, let me think.” She brushed her lips against his. “I don’t know if you did enough convincing or not.”
Kye rolled her to her back, landing on top of her. “Woman, we’ll never leave this room if you want me to give you more reasons as to why you should say yes.”
Michaela giggled. “Did you just call me woman?”
“Yes, because you’re mine. So, woman, are you going to put me out of my misery? Or do I have to kill myself pleasuring you for hours on end, since you’re so demanding.”
“As if you would find that a hardship. And I’m not demanding. If I recall correctly, it was you who kept things going, if you know what I mean?”