Closer by Sarah Greyson

how sore he must be from being so hard.
    He pushed back the shower curtain and turned the faucet on hot. When the water was to temperature, he motioned for her to enter. Her hands reached up to cover herself from his penetrating eyes. He pulled her arms away and placed them against her side. “You are so beautiful. Please don’t ever hide from me,” he begged her as he placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her into the shower.
    She twisted her fingers together in front of her and bit down on her lower lip. He wanted nothing more than to bite that bottom lip for her. He gently brushed his thumb over her injured bottom lip and pulled it from her teeth. A growl escaped from deep within his throat. She hadn’t been with a man in a really long time. Was she ready to be with him?
    She stepped into the shower and he followed. He let her stand under the water while he watched the steam rise from her body and water flow down over her taut nipples. He picked up the washcloth and lathered it with soap bringing it to her stomach. He made quick, gentle work of washing her stomach but spent a great deal more time soaping up her breasts. He palmed one breast in his hand as it glided over her soapy soft skin. He rolled the taut nipple between his thumb and finger, and she moaned his name. He went harder still.
    “Turn around,” he spoke and she did as he bid.
    He lowered himself to his knees and washed her back spending a glorious amount of time washing her ass, thighs, and hips. He stood as she rinsed the soap from her body. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some into his hands. He lathered his hands and then began washing her hair. No one had ever touched her like this before. She was falling apart in his hands, melting at his touch. He rinsed her hair and then conditioned it. Once he was done, he pulled her wet body to his. She pressed her chest to touch his, flesh against flesh; God, did she want him. She didn’t want to wait any longer. His mouth met hers and he adored her. He poured every feeling he had for her into that slow, soft kiss. She was melting into a pool at his feet. Her legs grew weak, but this time, instead of grabbing her waist to hold her up, Michael grabbed her thighs and squeezed. He continued to palm her thighs as he probed her mouth with his tongue. His hard cock was pressed against her stomach almost reaching her breasts. She moved down just a little bit and allowed his hard cock to run between her large breasts, the conditioner creating a perfect lubricant. She moved up and down creating a sheath for his cock between her breasts which were pressed together with her arms. He froze.
    “Fuck, Emma,” he growled from deep within his throat. “Not yet, Baby,” he admonished.
    He pulled away from her and murmured something under his breath as he got out of the shower. What had she done wrong? He grabbed a towel and motioned for her to get out of the shower too. She did and he took care to dry off every droplet of water. She couldn’t understand what he was waiting for? Why didn’t he take her in the shower? She had made it painfully clear she wanted him. Why was he waiting?
    “What’s wrong,” she coaxed, uncertain, as he continued to dry her off with the towel.
    “Everything’s right. For once, everything’s fucking right, and I don’t want to fuck it up,” he determined as he dried himself off. “Don’t get me wrong, I want you. In the worst. Fucking. Way,” he accented as he leaned in and kissed her lightly taking care not to hurt her busted lip. “But I am not going to take you after what you have been through today. You need to rest, and I won’t hurt you,” he said as he slid his pants back onto his body.
    She stood dumbfounded as she realized not only were they chemically attracted to each other, but he also stimulated her mind, and he respected her knowledge; he knew the depth of who she was. She was in deep.
    They made their way back downstairs to the dinner table