Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I take my bra off next. This one has its clasp in front, so my breasts spring free as soon as I release it. I feel Ethan's eyes on them as I let the straps fall off my shoulders and even when I bend over to take off my underwear.
After I step out of that last bit of clothing, I straighten up to find Ethan's gaze traveling over me from head to toe. It lingers on the triangle between my legs. I start to feel self-conscious, so I stretch my arms down to cover that area. Ethan chuckles.
"Still shy, I see."
He pulls my arm and I crash against him. My hands land on his chest. I trace his nipples and those toned muscles as we kiss. His hands wander down my back and squeeze my ass. Then they travel back up my spine, all the way to the nape of my neck and my scalp. His fingers find the garter holding my hair captive and pull it away. The strands fall over my shoulders.
Ethan runs his fingers through my hair as his tongue caresses mine. I wrap my arms around him so I can feel his body closer against mine. My swollen breasts collide with his hard chest. Something equally hard pokes my stomach.
I try to wrap my fingers around it but Ethan grabs my wrist.
"Shower, remember?"
He leads me inside the stall and turns on the water. After adjusting the temperature, he pulls me right under the showerhead. He grips my shoulders as he captures my lips. Then he turns me around and starts to wash my hair.
"Have you always had your hair long?" he asks.
"No," I answer. "I had long hair as a child because my mom loved to style it, but then she started working and didn't have time to do that so she had my hair cut. I only started wearing it long again in high school."
"I see."
Ethan gathers my wet hair in his hands and combs it with his fingers.
I've suspected this for a while, but now I know it for sure - Ethan likes my hair. The question is: Does he like the rest of me enough to want to have a relationship with me?
"Do you normally shower with women?" I ask him.
It's a risky question, I know. Ethan could find me nosy and be annoyed. But I have to start gathering my courage. Maybe if he gives me just a little more hope, it will be easier for me to summon enough later on.
"No," he answers, and my heart does a little leap. "Consider this your reward for helping me forget my troubles today."
He lets my hair go and starts to soap my shoulders, my arms, my breasts and my stomach. I hold my breath as I anticipate him going lower, but he soaps my back instead, my ass and the backs of my legs. Then he turns me around and soaps the front of my legs up to my hips. Again, he comes close to the part of me that has started to ache for his touch, but again, he ignores it. He hands the soap to me instead.
"Your turn."
I stare at the soap. Okay. I've never given a man a bath before, but I'll give it a try.
Ethan turns his back to me so I start scrubbing that while he stays still as a statue. I work on his ass next, covering it in suds and then watching as the water washes it all away so I can admire his firm flesh. I only stop staring at it when Ethan turns around.
I kiss him as I soap his chest. Even though I'm not touching him directly, I can still feel how defined his muscles are. I think I'm doing a good job scrubbing them, too - up until Ethan surprises me by slipping a finger inside me.
I pull away and gasp. The soap slips from my fingers but I catch it before it slides past his stomach.
He pushes another finger inside me. I grip his shoulder as my knees tremble. I try to continue washing his body, but when those digits inside me start moving, I drop the soap.
I cling to Ethan, moaning and trembling as he fucks me with his fingers. I can feel myself melting, contracting around him. I move my hips to get more of the delicious friction.
Maybe it's because of all the fun Ethan and I had today or maybe it's because my feelings for him have grown stronger. Whatever the reason, I feel more excited than ever before. I can already feel the heat in my body swirling.
I pull Ethan's face down to mine so he can muffle my moans with his mouth as that heat explodes. I stand on the tips of my toes and press my quivering lips firmly against his. My arms and legs tremble.