She lifted her eyes from his chest to meet his heated stare.
He began to walk her backward and to the left. “I just don’t want to take advantage.
Considering… ” Leaning down, he nipped at the side of her neck. Letting her head fall to the side, Genevieve sighed, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Don’t be.”
He lifted his head and in one swift motion, he bent, slipped a hand under her legs and shoulders and hoisted her into his arms, holding her tight to his naked chest.
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her across the room and into the bathroom, which was decorated in black, white and shades of grey. The black shower stall was large enough to comfortably fit a half-dozen people, with an array of gadgets inside the stall.
It felt good to be secure in his arms being carried as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. It made her feel secure and protected. She was surprised at how good that feeling felt. It was a feeling she never really experienced with Alex.
Dane slowly placed her back onto her feet. Holding her close to his chest, he reached into the shower and turned it on, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied. Straightening up and taking a step away from her, Dane’s eyes took their time to scan the length of her body.
“I think we should be getting you out of this dress.” A sexy smile emerged on his lips as he stepped to her again, reached behind her and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, keeping his eyes locked to hers.
Another bout of nervousness hit her, mixing with her desire, making her tremble. Her nervousness increased as the fabric at her back parted and the bodice of her dress loosened and then fell away from her breasts.
He stepped a little closer, his lips grazing the side of her neck as he finished undoing the zip on her dress. She moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Slipping the straps of the dress from her shoulders, the garment fell down her body to puddle at her feet.
“You’re beautiful Genevieve. Truly stunning.” His lips made their way along her jaw to her mouth. The sound of sincerity in his voice shocked her and she opened her eyes to see raw desire in his.
With shaking hands she reached for his belt buckle, pulling it loose while praying he wouldn’t see how anxious she was. Neither spoke as she undid his pants, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of both his pants and briefs and gave them a tug. The garments slid down his powerful thighs to the floor, exposing his thick length to her.
She licked at her lower lip as she looked down. He was large. Much larger than she’d become accustomed to and slightly intimidating. She felt like a damned virgin again.
Dane hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face so her eyes met his. He lowered his mouth to hers while undoing her bra, letting it fall down to the floor and ridding her of her panties, leaving her completely exposed to him.
He pulled her tight to him, his rock hard shaft pressing against her bare stomach. Opening the shower stall door, he backed her up until the warm water beat down onto her back. As the water began to beat down upon their heads and bodies, it turned pink, taking with it the sticky juice and filling the stall with its fruity smell.
Dane reached over her shoulder and squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm and then spun her around so her back was to his chest, with his cock prodding at her bottom. It was distracting and Genevieve couldn’t stop her body from rubbing back against him, tempting his rod. His sharp intake of breath from her rubbing against him made her smile; at least she wasn’t the only one fighting to keep control.
“I’m not going to be able to get this juice out of your hair if you keep teasing, baby.” His hands began to massage the shampoo into her hair.
“Sorry.”
She wasn’t.
It felt incredible; he seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to soothe her nervousness and increase her arousal. She never imagined having a man shampoo her hair could be so arousing, but then again the feel of his cock pressing against her bottom was adding greatly to her need for him.
“I don’t think you are.” His lips were once more teasing her neck.
Closing her eyes she laid her head against his chest and savoured the waves of pleasure he was sending through her. She heard a soft squirting sound and then came the feel of a washcloth on her stomach. Lifting her hands over her head, she locked her hands behind his neck, stretching up and back against him, granting him unrestricted access to explore her body with the sudsy cloth.
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~ Dane ~
Taking things slow was becoming excruciatingly hard. All he needed to do was bend her forward and her beautiful pink pussy would be exposed for him to take. It was taking every ounce of strength within him to keep from doing just that. If Genevieve were some random woman he’d picked up at a bar that’s exactly how this scenario would go down. Either that or he’d have her on her knees worshipping his member with her mouth.
But he sensed her vulnerability and inexperience. And a part of him wanted to savour this first experience with her. He usually never planned for a second time, but he knew there would be with her. Hoped anyhow.
Dane slid the washcloth up her body until he reached her collarbone and then began to work his way down. His caress of her breasts through the cloth rewarded him with a soft whimper. Her nipples hardened to tight peaks as the coarse cloth caressed first one then the other.
“Oh, God. Ummm.” Genevieve lowered one hand from his neck and reached behind her grasping his cock. Just the feel of her small, soft hand caressing him was putting him on edge.
He moved the cloth lower, slowly over her stomach scrubbing in tight, soft circles. Her body moved and bucked against his hand and washcloth. Her soft moans became louder the closer he got to the apex between her legs. He paused as his hand and cloth reached her mound.
“Please!” Her voice was a soft, seductive whisper and all the urging he needed. He dropped the cloth to the shower floor and cupped her mound. Her hand tightened on his shaft and she began to stroke him harder, faster, milking his cock with expert ease that he didn’t think she had in her.
“Oh fuck, Ginny. You’re driving me wild.” He parted her sweet, soft folds and swept two fingers along her slit, pausing at her clit and swirling his index finger around it until she was moaning so loudly he was sure the people in the adjacent suite could hear her. The idea only turned him on more.
Her hand moved faster on him, as he dipped two fingers into her needy core. She was so damned tight, it made him wonder if she even had sex with her fiancé. The muscles in her pussy clenched around his intruding fingers. Oh how good it would feel around his dick.