“You have freckles on your shoulders.” Her voice wasn’t echoing across the room, so I wasn’t surprised that when I peeled open my eyes to peer through the falling water, she was now standing at the opening of the shower. She still had her pretty rose-colored underwear on but the embarrassment in her gaze was gone. She looked … hungry.

I turned back around so I could rinse off my front and lowered my head so the hot water would hit the coiled tension in the back of my neck. The anticipation was the perfect kind of hell. I wasn’t in any hurry to escape the burn. “I have them everywhere.” They went hand in hand with the red hair that I must have inherited from my father, because from what I remembered of my mother, her hair was as black as midnight.

I knew it was coming but still, when her fingers hit my slippery shoulder, it made my entire body jolt. Her palm smoothed over the speckled skin and then slid all the way down my spine.

“Why doesn’t the tree have any leaves?” Her lips hit the center of my back and I felt the press of her now naked breasts against my hypersensitive skin. Her nipples dug into my back and her hands worked their way around my waist so that they were resting on the ridges of my stomach.

I put one of my hands over hers and picked it up. She didn’t tug it back or fight me in any way when I lowered it to where my cock was standing straight up and resting against my abs. I curled her long fingers around the shaft with my own and slowly started to work her fist up and down. I rested my forehead against the cool marble of the shower wall and lifted my other arm above my head so that her entire naked length was stretched out against my back. I felt her wiggle her hips against my ass, our joined hands working over my throbbing cock. She was starting to get restless but I swore I could do this all day long.

“It’s what my family tree looks like, barren and empty. I got it thinking I would add to it once Kallie and I got married and started a family. There would be leaves and blossoms, but now …” I shook my head and trailed off partly because I wasn’t sure what my family tree was going to look like anymore but mostly because she was using her thumb to rub enticing circles around the head of my dick. The slit was leaking slippery desire and she was catching it before the water could wash it away.

Her teeth bit into the curve where my neck and shoulder met and the arm she still had locked around my middle tightened in a hug. My hips kicked involuntarily into our combined touch and my hand tightened around hers and forced it to move faster. My breath hitched and my eyes slammed closed as pleasure hit hard and heavy, looping itself around all my nerves and licking through my blood. I let go of her gliding hands and reached behind me so I could grab a handful of supple flesh. Her lips skipped across my shoulder blade and her nails dug into my stomach as I started rocking back and forth into her caress with no control. I was searching for the ending, seeking the completion that only her touch could give me, and I’d been waiting for it for so long that my control snapped and the torture of waiting no longer stung, but rather dug its claws in and hurt in a way that couldn’t be ignored.

“Your tree is still growing, Wheeler. It’s going to bloom.” Her words whispered across my skin and I felt her rest her cheek on the barren branches that stretched from shoulder to shoulder.

My balls tightened and drew up close to my body, the thick vein that ran along the bottom of my dick pulsed hard, and the entire throbbing shaft kicked insistently into her gentle ministrations. The slick tip was covered in pearly precum that she couldn’t seem to keep her fingers away from. I growled her name in warning, giving her plenty of time to pull away, but she leaned in closer, tightened her fingers even more, and worked the orgasm that was impatiently waiting from my body. She kept her fingers curled around my cock as my legs shook and air whooshed in and out of my lungs loudly. I pried my eyes open just in time to watch her stick her fingers covered in my release into the stream of running water so that she could wash away the evidence of what she did to me.

I pushed off the marble and turned to catch her in my arms. I backed her against the slippery, wet wall and sealed my mouth over hers before she could protest or come up with any kind of reason to pull away. I ran my hands over her slick skin and palmed the weight of her breasts in my hands. I circled the pointed tips with my thumbs and swallowed her cry of pleasure as I continued to eat at her mouth and lick across her tongue. I used my knee to part her legs and felt the way she shuddered when I did. I lifted my head so I could get my first look at her and wished I could stop time, just for a minute, so I could appreciate my first look over and over again.

She was spectacular. Every single thing about her honey-colored and rose-tinted. Her dark eyelashes spiked dangerously in the water as she blinked at me, shyness and a hint of uncertainty creeping in. There was no room for that between us, so I kissed her again right before I got on my knees in front of her. She gasped when I was face-to-face with her most intimate of places but she was stuck between me and the wall, so there was nowhere for her to hide.

I looked up at her and couldn’t stop the wolfish grin that I knew was stamped across my face. “You do turn pink everywhere else when you blush.” I could see the pink tones as she flushed from her toes to the top of her head. It was a good look on her.

“Wheeler …” It was part question part plea.

I continued to stare up at her as I grasped her leg behind the knee and started to lift it up over one of my shoulders. She shook her head and put one of her hands on the side of my face but it was my turn to offer her a plea. “Let me in, Poppy.”

There was a moment where I thought she was going to pull away. She crossed her free arm over her naked breasts and cocked her head to the side like she was considering her options, but eventually the hand on the side of my face lightly touched the dimple that dug into my cheek and she gave me the barest of nods.

I didn’t waste a second after that. I moved in, using the breadth of my shoulders to make space for myself between her legs as the water continued to rain down on us. I tickled the back of her thigh as I used my other hand to trace and fondle her wet folds. I’d touched her here more times than I could count. I knew what she tasted like on my fingers and what she looked like when she came around them, but I wanted her unique flavor to burst on my tongue. I wanted to taste what her pleasure felt like. I wanted to savor it and enjoy it like the rare and sweet treat that it was.

Her hand moved to my hair and I muttered my approval as she used her hold on the slick strand to pull me closer. I let out a puff of air that made her legs shake and she said my name on a moan as I used my fingers to circle her warm center. I buried my face in the place that I’d been dreaming about for weeks and wasn’t surprised at all that she felt like heaven. I used my tongue to explore every secret spot she had and my fingers worked in and out of her now undulating body in a way that I knew drove her wild. I could feel how wet she was. I could feel her inner muscles pulling at my tongue, tugging my touch deeper. Her clit was a stiff little peak against the tip of my tongue as I flicked it back and forth until she whimpered. I dragged the sharp edge of my teeth over it and sucked the entire thing into my mouth, which made her swear and then chant my name over and over again.