I was back on my knees, just barely holding back an orgasm as she massaged my scalp with the shampoo. “Of course.”
“You’ve been…aroused for some time.”
I snorted. I had no idea how long it had been since she came down to the ocean. I also offhandedly realized that I’d left my surfboard in the sand, but I sure as hell had no ambition to go down to get it now.
“That’s not a question,” I pointed out when she stopped talking.
“Um, right.” Her nails felt heavenly in my hair. “I just mean… I know my experience is limited, and…” Her voice trailed off, but we both knew what she meant. “Terrible” would be the word I would use. “But I thought men couldn’t… Are you uncomfortable?”
On my knees, I was about shoulder-height for her. I looked up to see her eyes fixed on my erection. “I told you, there’s more to sex than penetration. You have no idea how badly I want to make love to you, Caroline. It’s all I’ve dreamed about for weeks. But this,” I bobbed my head upward to draw her attention to my hair that shewas washing. “This is just as special, just as important. Am I uncomfortable?” I shrugged. “Maybe a little, but it’s a sweet discomfort.”
“I don’t understand.”
I tried to think of a way to explain it. “There’s a…power, an amplification, to anticipation. Like smelling apuaroasting all day, and knowing that first bite is going to be divine. Yes, I want to be inside you, but I also wantthis. What we’re building here, the connection… It’s more powerful than just fucking.”
She nodded slowly, but I also got the impression that she didn’t quite understand what I was saying.
“Aren’t you aroused?” I asked her. I knew she was, and I wasn’t trying to embarrass her with the admission. “Do you feel the static in the air?” I ran my fingers up her legs. “The sweet bite of my touch?” Her hips rocked as her legs shifted, like she was trying to relieve a pressure. Her nipples tightened as I dropped my mouth to the top of her tit. “Do you feel the expectation, the promise, of what is to come once that water turns off?”
Her breath was husky as Caroline answered, “Yes…”
I pulled my hand and my mouth away from her. “Is it uncomfortable?”
She groaned, her legs shifting again. “A little.”
I laughed. “See?”
Caroline moved so the spray hit me again as she rinsed out my hair. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back for her. “I almost don’t want to wash your body now.” It was my turn to groan, and her turn to laugh. “Don’t worry. I still will. But I understand what you mean.”
I was glad I’d figured out a way to explain it to her. The heat in the shower rose as she started running the washcloth over my shoulders.
“Can I ask you another question?”
“You don’t need to ask permission,” I reminded her. “Just ask.”
I saw her nod out of the corner of my eye, but she did not make a sound to ask her question. I pulled her wrist gently to bring her in front of me.
“Just ask,” I repeated gently.
“What if I don’t like it?” Her voice so low it was nearly swallowed up by the rush of the water overhead. “What if I’m broken?”
I stared up at her, needing no clarification. Slowly, I stood. I took the washcloth from her hands, but only to keep her from wringing it to death. “You’re not broken. The fact that you can let me touch you proves that.” I ran the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “As for liking it, it’s my job to make sure you do.”
“Your…job?” She repeated the words back to me like I’d spoken a foreign language.
“Let me explain to you what’s going to happen when that water turns off.” I dropped the washcloth and brought my hands up to her face to keep her attention on me. “We’re going to dry off, and I’m going to take you into our bedroom. I’m going to lay you down on our bed and worship every inch of your body. With my hands, with my mouth, with my tongue… You will feel no pain, only pleasure.”
Her wide eyes looked like saucers as she stared up at me. “Wha-what about you?” she stuttered.
I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “When you say you’re ready, andonlywhen you say, I will enter your incredible body and sate myself. And even then, you will know only pleasure.” Her jaw hung open. I tried not to laugh at her gob-smacked expression, but it was just too fucking adorable. “Now,” I bent again, only this time I kissed her nose, “do you want to pick up the washcloth or turn off the water? The choiceis yours.”
Caroline blindly reached behind her, and after several failed attempts, she turned off the water.
I chuckled, my dick twitching in anticipation. “Good girl.”
We dried off quickly, and broke the rules of the communal bathroom by leaving the washcloth in the shower, our clothes on the floor, and the wet towels by the sink. But fuck it. I wasn’t pausing to clean up the bathroom.
Lifting her into my arms, I walked us naked down the hall to our bedroom. Just in case there was someone still straggling about, I kept my hands over her ass as I carried her. With our fronts pressed together, no one would be able to see anything important of hers.