Running High

[Angeleyz]

One minute he was kissing her, and the next he was trying to drown her. She giggled a little, imagining that she must look like a drowned rat as he angled her just so in the water. It felt nice to be in the shower. Nicer to be in the shower with him if she were being honest with herself.

When JC began washing her hair, it was all Nicole could do to stand up. If there was one guilty pleasure she had, it was having her hair played with. Washed, brushed, blow dried, braided, stroked... It didn't matter what it was, she was practically putty whenever someone played with it, and it seemed doubly so for him to be doing it.

Turn around

Immediately turning as he said, she had to brace herself with her hands on the wall to keep herself steady. It was an incredible experience, made doubly so when he repeated it, always taking care not to get any soap in her eyes.

When JC carefully maneuvered her around to face him once more, it seemed perfectly natural to Nicole for her to place her hands on his chest, much like she had held onto the wall. And if her fingers subconsciously stroked his skin once or twice before finally settling, she wasn't aware of it... Not overly so anyway.

I am going to wash you now. I will touch you all over, Nicole, and as sensual as it may be, we do not, and will not, make love unless you ask me to make love to you. Do you understand?

Worrying her bottom lip, she nodded, unsure how she was going to respond to this next step. While she loved having her hair played with, that was something that could be done by anyone - be it a hair stylist, a masseuse, a friend... But the only person who had touched her all over was Jason, and it was... unsettling and exhilarating at the same time.

 

[a_libertine]

JC's chest blazed at the little caresses Nicole gave him with her fingers. It wasn't much, but it was all the confirmation JC needed. She was as attracted to him as he was to her. That realization, that affirmation, fueled him in a way that was hard for him to truly comprehend, especially in a moment like this.

JC could see all manner of emotions rippling across Nicole's face. Fear, anticipation, guilt, exhilaration, all seemed to flit across her face. JC slowly turned her away from him, then he split her hair and draped it over her shoulders,

Picking up a washcloth he lathered it up with soap and started washing her shoulders. His eyes were glued to her, watching the lines of her muscles as he cleaned her. His touch was light, not much more force than was necessary to move the cloth along. He kept one hand on her hip, maintaining the contact with her.

The suds slid down her back and as he knelt behind her, his eyes followed it down over her ass, and in particular the line that flowed into her crack. It was all he could do not to lean forward and nibble on her delectable butt.

He decided to skip her butt, and started at her ankles and worked his way back up her legs. First her left leg, then her right leg. The hot water showered down on the two of them, steam slowly filling the bathroom as he work.

Finishing her legs, he began on her tush. He caressed her right cheek with the cloth, his thumb trailing behind the washcloth spreading he cheek slightly. He turned to the other side and washed it as well, leaving only the crack unwashed.

He trailed the cloth down along the crack, increasing the pressure slightly. He stopped just after her starred opening, intentionally avoiding her pussy. Pulling the cloth back up the crease, he stood and turned her around.

Once she was facing him, he leaned in and kissed her gently. His lips grazed her lips and his tongue flicked out into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her waist, his hands settled onto her ass and he pulled her tight. His painfully hard cock was smashed between their stomachs.

After the kiss he half moaned, half whispered, "Ready for the front?"

 

[Angeleyz]

The room was quiet except for the drumming of water against their bodies when JC turned her around and brushed her hair away from her back. She felt a little silly at the beginning, him washing her like she was a toddler, but it quickly became apparent that her body was feeling anything but juvenile as the washcloth slid over her body.

She never realized how sensual it could be to have someone wash you. Sure, she knew she had her little thing about her hair, but this... this was surprising, and he was barely touching her. Her eyes closed as her head bowed ever so slightly as she enjoyed the sensation of the washcloth's light grazing across her skin.

First he worked down her shoulders and back, and then up each of her legs starting at her left ankle. By the time JC got finished with her right leg, Nicole felt like she was covered in goosebumps despite the hot water streaming down on them.

When he began to slide the cloth across her bottom, Nicole's eyes shot open and her heart jumped in alarm. She bit her lip, wondering if she should say something, but outside of making her feel unusually on edge, nothing else happened. Well outside of a bum cleaning...

Feeling his silent nudge on her hip, she shuffled her feet to turn around and face him, hoping that she didn't look as flustered as she felt. Goodness, this was embarrassing... leaving her hot and cold at the same time.

His lips found hers in a kiss that started as soft, almost comforting and flamed into something hot and overwhelming. Between his tongue dipping repeatedly into her mouth and their bodies pressed intimately together, Nicole wasn't sure if she was coming or going, and she protested softly when he broke off the kiss.

Ready for the front?

There was a moment of hesitation before she nodded shyly, mentally crossing her fingers that she didn't freak out like she had in the parking lot.

 

[a_libertine]

JC knew she was lying, at least to herself. She was in no way ready, but she was putting on a brave front for him. And he appreciated it.

He grazed his lips across hers, and whispered, "Close your eyes baby, I am going to wash your face first."

When she did, he took the washcloth and gently washed he face, starting at the forehead and worked his way down her jaw, over her chin, her nose, and neck. He cupped water and rinsed her face off.

Re-soaping the washcloth, he washed across her shoulders, and upper chest. Avoiding her breasts, he washed her torso slowly, sensually. His eyes looking up at her face the whole time. "It is okay, baby. I am here, I am with you. I always will be."

He moved the cloth to her stomach, and he swiped easily between her pubic mound and the swell of her stomach, drinking in the sensation of touching her, letting it sink into him, warm him, energize him. His cock jutted hungrily in front of him, stretching, aching, needing Nicole.

He washed and caressed her stomach, his eyes never wavering from hers as he did so. He avoided her breasts, washing as close to them as possible, without touching them.

He rinsed her again and moved down to her legs. Left leg first, right leg next, he moved from toes to as high as possible, again with out touching the places he wanted so much to touch.

He stood, his cock brushing against her stomach as he did. He took the wash cloth, and began with her left breast. He washed the underside of it first, hefting the weight in his hand though the cloth. Circle after circle he traced on her tit, each circle moving closer to her nipple. Before he did wash it, he moved to the other breast and repeated the process.

He was breathing in short shallow gasps as he did so, his forehead against hers. "Nicole..." he whispered, his hunger evident in both syllables.

 

[Angeleyz]

Based on the look he gave her, Nicole figured JC knew how nervous she was, and her cheeks flushed. When he whispered to her to close her eyes, she did so gladly hoping that it would be easier if she didn't have to see him.

At first, it was easier. She was able to relax again when he washed her face, his actions gentle and unhurried. But then he moved lower, and it became harder to stand still with the washcloth gliding so sensually over her shoulders and the upper part of her chest. She tensed, anticipating the rough material to pass over her sensitive nipples at any time, scaring herself with how much she wanted to feel his hands there. This wasn't what she was like with Jason. What was wrong with her?!

It is okay, baby. I am here, I am with you. I always will be.

Opening her eyes, she looked down and gulped at the look in his eyes. Serious, warm and oh so inviting, he smiled at encouragingly at her while sliding the washcloth down and across her abdomen. His touch was light, but based on what she could see sticking out further below, she wasn't the only one finding this erotic.

Her breath caught when his fingertips moved in wider and wider circles, a hair away from her breasts that ached with desire, but like before, he merely rinsed the soap from her skin before moving to wash her legs.

Just like her back, he washed one leg at a time, starting with her toes and working upward. Her eyes fluttered as the terry cloth skated higher and higher up her leg, causing her to tremble, but whether it was in agitation or anticipation again she wasn't sure. First her left leg, then her right leg was cleaned with such meticulous care she didn't think she would forget this experience any time soon.

She almost moaned when he stood, and she could feel his hardness. It was so very tempting to rub against him, hoping that he'd pick her up and slid her down on his length and filling her aching void. But she couldn't do that, it wouldn't be fair to either of them..

A soft sigh slipped out when he began washing her breast, and her breathing quickened with each circuit closer to her nipple until she was afraid she'd start to hyperventilate. Her legs threatened to buckle when he switched over to her other breast, her taut nipples throbbing in need.

Nicole...

Swallowing down the plea for him to please touch her poor nipples, Nicole tried to clear her throat before croaking, "I think I'm clean..." Before she could do something stupid, she offered hesitantly, "My turn?"

 

[a_libertine]

J.C shook his head, "Not yet. There are a couple spots not clean yet."

He heated her right tit into his hand and bent his head over. His tongue pressed against the areola wetly. He flicked it around and around, avoiding as much as he could her nipple. He sucked the tip into his mouth and lavished it with the tip of his tongue.

He felt the warmth of her core as he pressed a legs between hers and pressed up. He moaned as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he nibbled on her tit, tongue flicking as fast as he could get his tongue to go.

Abruptly he changed to the other breast, sucking her areola and nipple into his mouth with a great gasp of steamy air. His free hand played with her recently vacated breast, his leg pressed against her open vagina, and he gnawed on her other breast.

Back and forth, JC worked. Moving from one breast to the other licking, kissing, nibbling and continuing the press of his leg against her core. His hands and mouth working in concert with each other, roaming across her body, driving, teasing, coaxing and leading her toward an orgasm.

As he felt her shudder against him, JC kissed her pressing his body hard against her. Holding her he whispered, "Now you are clean." His body shivered expectantly as he picked up the washcloth and handed it to Nicole.

 

[Angeleyz]

Not yet. There are a couple spots not clean yet.

Nicole gulped as his words hung in the air, thinking there were only two spots left that he had failed to clean and wasn't sure she'd be able to stay still for either. Her stomach knotted up as her anxiety level grew. Please don't let me freak, please don't let me freak...

A nervous titter escaped her lips when JC lifted her breast, ending the question as to where he'd start first. A second, more drawn out one was heard when his head lowered and his tongue snaked around, little flicks that drew closer and closer but not quite touching her poor nipple. Her legs trembled when he finally drew the sensitive bud into his mouth, circling it over and over, before giving it a little tug with his teeth.

The deliberate press of his thigh between her legs, coupled with the carefully timed tug on her nipple, sent white streaks of heat rippling throughout her body, and Nicole had to hold onto him to keep from tumbling over.

Without warning, he switched to her other breast, this time practically inhaling as much of it as he could into his mouth. His free hand kneaded her other breast as his thigh continued to pulse against her, in a tandem movement that only seemed to ignite something wild inside her.

It was scary, it was exhilarating, the feelings that swept over her as JC skillfully worked her into such a maelstrom of hunger and need. She had never experienced anything like this before, and her trembling grew more violent as her moans increased in volume, and it seemed like the sweet torment went on forever.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders when she realized how close she was to an orgasm, and seconds later, she could think no more as she writhed against his thigh in a shocking display of uncontrolled undulation. Eventually, she became aware of JC holding her, his body pressed tight against hers as she slowly recovered her equilibrium.

Now you are clean.

Taking the washcloth from him, Nicole struggled to get over her mortification. She had never done something like that before, and she wasn't sure if she should apologize to him for basically dry humping his leg until she got off. Except you were anything but dry...

Biting her lip, she motioned silently for him to turn around, and began soaping up the washcloth while she waited for him to comply. Unable to stop herself, she looked over his very fine backside before hesitantly leaning forward to slide the terry cloth over his shoulders and upper back, her breasts grazing his lower back from time to time as she did so.

 

[a_libertine]

JC leaned against the wall and the delay between his turning and the touch of the cloth against his felt an eternity. Then there it was. A child like gentle touch. At first he wasn't sure that it really was her then he relaxed and leaned against the wall.

He felt Nicole's nipples drag across his lower back and it took every ounce of his soul to not moan and spin around shoving his cock either down her throat or between her massive tits. Just the thought of coming on her tits almost had JC blow the lid off his cock again. He thought, "No, once in 24 hours is plenty of that."

As the cloth left his back and reappeared on his leg, JC damn near jumped. He did however moan in a near ravenous need for her and spread his legs a little wider.

 

[Angeleyz]

The sudsy cloth was nearing his delectable backside when Nicole realized where it was heading and almost dropped the washcloth like it was on fire. It had been almost entrancing being able to run her hand across his skin and feeling the play of muscles as he shifted. Entrancing and heady... she and Jason had never showered together, although he had teased her about wanting to do it.

It seemed easier, touching him under the guise of washing him; however, she doubted the light caresses of the washcloth was really in keeping with how he normally would have washed himself. Still, she wasn't ready to be so bold as to wash his bottom, so she reluctantly pulled back before she did and sank down to begin washing his left leg.

Nicole almost fell on her butt when JC moved abruptly, startling her with a hoarse moan that had her insides clutching curiously. She hesitated before gliding the cloth up his leg in soft, tiny circles, inching higher and then switching over to his right leg to do the same. His widened stance invited her to clean up between his legs, and she breathlessly did so before she could chicken out.

 

[a_libertine]

JC felt his chest stop moving as he held his breath. Her hand was rising perilously close to his butt sack as she washed the inside of his thighs. He knew with a singular clarify th hat he would blew his load against the wall if she cupped his balls. For that matter he might lose it if she just touched them accidentally.

Not wanting that he turned around to face her. Head of his engorged cock tapped her temple as he swing around. He was going to apologize but instead a low moan escaped his throat. He opened his eyes, not realizing that he had been clenching them shut, and saw her squatted, almost kneeling before him, and the sight damn near overloaded him. "Nicole, " he moaned out with a soulful need that surprised him.

Reaching down he tilted her face up and continued, "You are so beautiful. "

He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. "It is almost more than I can believe, " he whispered in a husky voice.

 

[Angeleyz]

Nicole was trying to talk herself into inching just a wee bit higher, or further in really, when JC suddenly turned around. Her cheeks flamed, but she wasn't sure if it was due to getting popped on the side of her head by his penis as he swung around, or from guilt, thinking he had realized what she was up to and was trying to stop her.

Looking up at him, it looked like he was in some sort of pain with his eyes squeezed tight, and she wondered if she had exerted too much pressure as she wrestled with the thought of touching him intimately in the guise of cleaning. Her stomach knotted as her name seemed wrung from his throat in a husky voice that worked its way down her spine.

Gentle fingers caught her chin and angled her face up, and they looked at each other wordlessly before he murmured, "You are so beautiful." She would have protested, thinking he was being too generous, but she couldn't get any words past the lump that had lodged in her throat. When he pulled her to her feet, enfolding her in his arms, she rested her head against his wide chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.

It is almost more than I can believe.

Not sure what he was talking about, Nicole quipped, "What? That I haven't knocked you over as I try to break land speed records out of the bathroom?"

 

[a_libertine]

JC smiled, "Yeah, that too." He leaned forward and kissed her gently, hungrily. His hands trailed down her back to her ass and he pulled her gently forward until their bodies captured his cock between them.

He squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly as he did so. The feel was something that he could not have described if he had too. All he knew was that he didn't want to go a day of his life with out holding her like this.

He cleared his throat as they broke the kiss off, "Uh, I believe that you are half way done."

 

[Angeleyz]

Nicole returned his smile, wondering how he managed to make his eyes light up the way they did whenever he smiled. She saw the kiss coming before his lips claimed hers, but she hadn't expected the way it would feel when he cupped her bottom in his hands, pressing tightly against her, reminding her of the elephant in the room so to speak as it was trapped against her stomach.

The kiss was gentle and overwhelming at the same time, and over entirely too fast.

Uh, I believe that you are half way done.

Nodding, she stepped back a little to give herself room and told him to shut his eyes before carefully washing and rinsing his face. Her touch was light and unhurried as she cleaned first his face, then his neck and trailed along his torso. She knew she was stalling, but she wasn't sure she was ready to drop down to her knees to wash his legs and have his hard cock smacking her in the face.

 

[a_libertine]

It was divine. Her touch was soft and delicate. It felt unlike anything in the world that JC had experienced previously. He imagined them under a water fall in Hawaii or some other exotic location.

When she started washing back and forth at his waistline he looked down at her. "It's okay, Nicole. I won't bite."

 

[Angeleyz]

It's okay, Nicole. I won't bite.

If she were like Malinda, she would have given him a wide, sassy grin and drawled out something like, "But, baby, I do...," but unfortunately she wasn't so Nicole opted for a little smile before she slowly sank to her knees.

Sitting back on her heels, she carefully avoided looking higher than his knees as she slid the washcloth up and down his left leg, creeping higher and higher with each pass. She peeked up at him when she reached his knee before she inched the cloth higher, again making small, lazy circles along his muscular thigh.

 

[a_libertine]

It was as if he were a tightly wound clock, or more precisely guitar string. His whole body vibrated with her diffident washing of his body. He hadn't realized that some one could be so beautiful, ooze so much sex appeal, and be so timid all at once. She wasn't broken he knew, but she was horribly damaged by Jason's death.

It would be a long time before she forgave or forgot Jason, but part of JC knew that without him, and he was more certain now that only he could help her, that Nicole may never come back to the surface. That would not do, he would help her, and in turn maybe save himself from a dissolute life style that held little to no meaning. As much as he needed to save her from herself, JC needed Nicole to save him from himself.

He looked down at her and saw his engorged cock jutting out at her like a ravenous beast, which he supposed at this moment it was. He was he'd her eyes try to avoid looking at it, yet somehow always seemingly keeping it in her field of vision. "Let me help you," he croaked out somehow.

Reaching down he grabbed ti and pulled it up until he flattened it against his stomach. As he breathed, it was nearly too much and he took a deep shuddering breath. "There, let me know when you want me to let go of it."

 

[Angeleyz]

She should have known that JC would somehow figure out what was bothering her, and she watched solemnly as he reached down and drew his hardened member snug against his stomach.

There, let me know when you want me to let go of it.

Based on his raspy voice and the almost pained expression on his handsome face, this had to be just as hard for him as it was for her. Sneaking a peek at the erection partially hidden my his hand, she was astonished by how much her fingers itched to trace its length, but she was concerned that her fumbling attention would just cause him more discomfort.

"Okay," she gulped, as she switched to his other leg. Part of her focused on carefully cleaning his leg, while the other part was arguing whether or not she should tell him he'd need to wash his... other... leg. Again, she was surprised by the way her entire being seemed to reject that thought. She wanted to touch him... touch it...

After she had washed as much of his thigh as possible without bumping into the hand that cradled his manhood, Nicole sat back on her heels and looked up at JC, wondering if she dared. Taking a deep breath, she murmured, "Would you like me to wash you... there, JC?" as her eyes flicked to his erection and back up.

 

[a_libertine]

Up until that very moment, JC, and most other people, thought that the longest word in Texican was "SHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT."

Nope. Not any more.

It was, "YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS," as he moaned it out.

He lowered his cock, and saw that pre-cum had covered the entire head. He was sure all she would have to do is breath on it, and he would blow like a young teenager. Not that it would spoil coitus but he wondered a moment just how she would react if he coated her face and tits in sperm. He realized then how badly he wanted to see just that. His juice all over her, and rub it in.

She was killing him, intentionally, he knew. Her hand turned palm up and she cupped his balls, washing them gingerly. It was almost enough to through him over the edge. Almost, but not quite.

Two or three more passes and she moved the cloth up, and wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft. Her hand slowly drew up his length, bit by bit, seemingly moving only the width of a hair every thousand years, maybe it was two thousand.

He was trying to keep his eyes open, he really was; but, it was ever so hard. The pleasure roaring through his body was too much, and part of his mind was amazed that he was still conscious at all. Topping out at the ridge between head and shaft, he hand began to descend again. "Nicole," was all he could say as he felt his balls boil, roil and then expand as he began shooting his orgasmic juices on her.

 

[Angeleyz]

Nicole held her breath while she waited for JC's answer. On one hand, she hoped that he'd say no because it was almost too tempting, this desire to touch him. On the other hand, she'd feel almost crushed if he didn't want her to continue. Both responses were rooted in a need that was unexpected and quite overwhelming. What the heck am I doing?!

YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS.

Her stomach clenched at his drawled out response. Dear god, he sounded like she felt. Raw... Needy... Hungry...

Catching movement just above her head, she watched avidly as he moved his hand, slowly lowering his erection until she thought she'd go cross-eyed looking at it. Oh dear lord, the tip was all slick and shiny, inviting her to lean forward and take a taste. Her eyes widened at the thought, flustered by how much she wanted to do it.

'Get a grip,' she scolded herself, and almost broke into nervous giggles at her choice of words. 'Cleaning... Stick to cleaning....'

Another quick breath, partially for courage and partially for calming, and then she reached forward and gathered his sac in the palm of her hand. She carefully moved the washcloth around, her eyes flicking up occasionally. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for with her quick peeks up at JC's face. She knew she was being careful enough that she wouldn't hurt him, but she still needed that visual check in anyway.

She sighed softly when she moved her hand upward and closed her fingers around his hardness. She could feel its heat through the washcloth, and her fingers itched to trace their tips along his skin. She wanted to commit each inch to tactile memory, especially since she didn't know what would happen next.

She looked up as he hand began inching back down, hearing something like a choked sigh from the silent man towering above her. The expression on his face was fascinating - an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort that tugged at something deep within her.

Nicole...

She only had a half second warning of what was about to happen when she felt the twitch under her fingers before she felt the first spurt hit her cheek, her eyes snapping shut in self defense. She felt branded as hot splash upon hot splash rained down on her face, neck and chest, leaving her trembling and almost breathless and she wasn't entirely sure why.

 

[a_libertine]

JC slid down the wall, the strength of his legs giving out a little more with each soul and body shaking pulse oh his member. He landed on his ass, his knees bowed out beyond her slender shoulders.

He looked at her, watching his sperms slowly sliding down her skin. He couldn't take his eyes off her or the scene unfolding. The water diluted the viscosity of his sperm and each glob picked up speed as it traveled down. "That is... sexy," he whispered hoarsely.

Part of him wished he could speak in a clear voice. A part of him wondered if he ever would be able to again if she were near. The largest part hoped, wished, prayed to the All Mighty that not only that he couldn't, and that the last word he uttered not only was her name as tight and needy as it was today, but it was at a ripe old age.

He looked up at her; his eyes full of emotion. "Nicole," he moaned out just barely audible over the sound of the shower. He pulled her toward him and guided her to where she sat between his legs her back against her chest. "I would love for every morning to start with you."

 

[Angeleyz]

Nicole cautiously opened her eyes in time to see JC slowly slide down the wall until they were almost eye to eye with her slightly above him. The expression on his face was hard to decipher - it was as if the sight of his cum slowly being washed away was the most fascinating thing he had ever beheld, and his hoarse words bespoke of that appeal.

Despite her internal turmoil, she smiled softly at the knowledge that she had helped provide him some kind of relief, although her ever practical side was pointing out that all his careful ministrations had been negated by his orgasm.

Her breath hitched when he looked up and mouthed her name. There was something painfully raw in his expression that made her want to run, although she wasn't sure if it would be to him or away from him. She didn't get a chance to figure out which it was before he was pulling her into his arms and positioning her to spoon up against his chest.

I would love for every morning to start with you.

Her eyes closed as his emotion-filled voice whispered in her ear, and his words tugged at the little part of her heart that was so very tired of being alone. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to respond.

Everything was moving so fast! She and Jason had practically grown up together before things had blossomed into something else, and yet this man has commanded her attention from the very beginning.

"I... You... ," she began before trailing off, unsure what she could say.

Cursing herself for always being so tongue-tied, she bent forward to kiss his knuckles which were clasped together over her heart.

 

[a_libertine]

JC didn't know exactly what to expect, but a more or less silent kiss on his knuckles wasn't exactly it. Still that one moment of her initiating contact with him sent a thrill through him and he shuddered in pleasure. He kissed the nape of her neck through her wet hair.

He grabbed the washcloth and gently washed the remnants of his cum off her body.

The water was beginning to turn cold, and he whispered, "Come on, let's eat breakfast."

Reaching up with his foot, he turned off the water to the shower and helped her onto her feet, which had the added bonus of putting her delicious ass right in front of his face. Reaching up, he clasped her hips with his thumbs almost meeting at the crack of her ass. He leaned forward and licked her crease between her ass and her leg, then kissed it softly.

Holding her despite her wiggling he repeated the process on the other side, this time adding a gentle nip. He looked up at her and smiled at her as she craned her head over her shoulder looking at him. "I would say sorry, but this might be the best breakfast I could hope for."

 

[Angeleyz]

Resting against his chest, Nicole watched as JC reached down for the discarded washcloth and began washing her chest. It was such a fascinating contrast - his large hand against the background of her feminine form - and she got almost breathless as he went about his ministrations.

Unfortunately the water picked that time to begin cooling, and JC whispered something about getting breakfast. She wasn't sure if it was his husky whisper in her ear or the rapidly cooling water, but goosebumps began forming until she thought her goosebumps were getting goosebumps. It helped when he turned off the water, but then she began feeling self conscious. Yeah, cuz sitting in a shower stall is so much more embarrassing than what we did earlier...

She rose on unsteady legs, looking forward to wrapping a towel around herself, and startled when his hands settled onto her hips with his thumbs so close to her bottom. She gasped soundlessly when she felt the flicker of a tongue along her cheek, and tried to wiggle away even as he kissed the same area.

Oh goodness, that felt... 'Unsettling? Different? Wicked?' she thought and tried to escape as he repeated the same odd behavior on her other side. She gasped aloud when she felt the gentlest of bites and looked over her shoulder with the intention of asking him what in the world he was thinking.

I would say sorry, but this might be the best breakfast I could hope for.

His smile made her legs feel even more unsteady, but she was thankful to hear her voice didn't show the same effect as she said, "Breakfast is not eaten in one's bathroom, mister... And I am not on the menu..." Her voice was light despite the blush that touched her cheeks.

 

[a_libertine]

JC looked at Nicole. His voice was full of heated passion and the iron strength of certainty as he said, "Wrong. Not only are you on the menu; you are my favorite item on said menu."

He stood up and turned her toward him. "So if I want to eat you in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, or on the steps of the State Capitol, I expect you to have a damn good time as I do so."

He wrapped his arms around Nicole and pulled her so tight their naked bodies melded into one, "It is no longer a matter of if I am your man. It is a matter of how long it takes you to realize it."

 

[Angeleyz]

Nicole's blush darkened at his words as her stomach tied itself in knots. God lord, the man made her feel things she had never felt before with his voice alone! JC slid his hands to her upper arms and gently turned her to face him, although her eyes lowered to hide her shock when he began talking about all the places he might want to eat her. She was actually relieved when he pulled her close, and she could nestle her face unseen against his chest.

It is no longer a matter of if I am your man. It is a matter of how long it takes you to realize it.

She sucked in a surprised breath at his bold words. She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought, 'Oh goodness, he's moving too quickly. How could he be so sure?!'