Vivian Arend - Turn It On

Maxine panted at his words. He wasn’t going to make her wash? She considered for a moment before twisting her body away. She wanted his touch, wanted everything with him, but… “Please can I have a shower first?” she whispered.

He laughed softly. “You think I’m concerned about—”

“I can’t. I thought I could, but I’ve never made love without…” She blushed harder. It was too embarrassing to think about, let alone talk about. The idea of Ryan touching her without cleaning up first made her squirm.

“Damn it, there is nothing unattractive about you. Not the way you look, not the way you move, nor the way you taste. Anywhere.” He brushed a hand over her mound and she wiggled in an attempt to stop him from touching her. A growl rose from him as he cupped her more firmly. He stared at her for the longest time before nodding curtly. “We’ll hit the shower tonight, but this is something else you need to trust me on. I want you, and we’re not always going to be squeaky clean, fresh from a shower. Sometimes we’re going to get dirty and rough and raw. You need to be ready for it. You need to be ready for me.”

He stared intently until she nodded. Then he helped her off the bed and led her into the bathroom.

Ryan peeled off his T-shirt and turned on the taps. He pivoted to help Maxine and found she had already stripped off her slacks and was in the middle of wiggling out of her excuse for a pair of undies. A goddess, naked in his bathroom. She hesitated for a moment before approaching and tugging at the button of his jeans. He fought the urge to take her right then and there, and instead enjoyed the sight. Enjoyed how her flush of embarrassment blended with the rising color of arousal. She slipped his button and zipper open, releasing his cock from the tight confines of his jeans. Commando, he spilled into her eager fingers, his erection growing stronger with the soft tease of her exploration.

He’d had women who were wild cats in the bedroom and ones who were shy, but he’d never had one like Maxine who was such a balanced combination of the two. It was as if she didn’t understand how enticing she was, how erotic her movements were. The way she flicked glances over his body as he reacted to her touch made him hot. The way she nibbled on her lower lip had him thinking up all kinds of things to do the tender curve, and where specifically he’d like to have her place her pouting mouth.

Except he was going to have to go much slower than the fire raging through his veins demanded. He kicked off his jeans then brought her into the shower stall with him, rotating her under the spray, admiring the way the water droplets clung to her full curves. From the sounds of it, her ex had a fucking issue or two, and he’d managed to teach Maxine to dread what should be enjoyable experiences, in and out of the bedroom. Tonight Ryan would practice the fine art of seduction. He was thankful her natural passions seemed to still be intact.

Her curiosity as well. He sucked in a breath and controlled the urge to thrust into her hands as she returned to her exploration of his cock, touching him as thoroughly as if she was using Braille. He dropped a hand over hers and wrapped her fingers around him. He helped her to stroke his shaft the way he liked it, increasing the pressure and the tempo.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” She watched him anxiously, one breast pressed into him as they shared the spray of the showerhead. Her gaze never moved from their joined hands. He hummed inside from the feel of her fingers on him and had to work hard to speak.

“Feels great. Wonderful. Fucking amazing.”

“It looks…”

Ryan slowed their strokes, fighting the urge to come. He wanted to be inside her more than he could bear. “Looks what?”

Maxine laughed. “It looks painful.”

He grabbed the soap and washed her torso, enjoying the smooth swells of her body under his hands. “Haven’t you watched a guy jerk off before? Or helped?”

She fell silent. “You want to know my full sexual history before we go any further?”

Ah fuck. “Sweetheart, you are all I want, not the guys you’ve been with before. I’m just curious because there is no way I’d resist if you wanted to touch me.” He let his hands slip lower on her body, bringing the soap briefly between her thighs. “There’s no way I can resist touching you.”

“Oh my.”

He slipped a finger between her curls and flicked her clit.

“Oh, do that again.”

He laughed and pressed her back to the wall, nudging her knees apart before grasping her chin. “Watch my fingers. Don’t turn away,” he ordered. Slowly she lowered her gaze and once he was sure she was watching, he separated her russet curls with one hand. Taking his other hand, he skimmed his fingers around her labia, circling the nub of her clit at the apex each time. He dropped to his knees to gain a better view as the sweet heat of her body drew him like a magnet, and he pressed a finger into her core.

Fascination and hunger were both visible when he glanced at her face. He slid his finger in and out. Her passage clung to him and his head spun as he thought about burying himself in her tightness. His thumb on her clit, he increased the depth of his possession. When she rewarded him with a full-body shiver, Ryan slowed enough to add another finger.

“Oh damn, that feels good.” Maxine opened her legs wider, inviting him in, giving him better access to her succulent core.

“It’s going to feel even better.” He thrust his fingers in and covered her clit with his mouth.

“Ryan!”

He held her in place, licking and sucking in spite of her protests until she stopped trying to squirm away and instead relaxed again. The sweet scent of her cream filled his nostrils as he settled between her thighs to tease the hard nub of her clit. Slow circles around the sensitive point with his tongue countered with smooth strokes of his fingers had Maxine quivering in moments.

He set an even pace, enjoying the small noises escaping her lips. The groans and throaty cries urged him on and he increased the speed of his tongue. Liquid trickled from her, and he lapped it eagerly, enthralled by her taste, her reaction to his touch. Her sheath tightened around his fingers, clasping him in a way that had his heart pounding as he imagined her squeezing the daylights out of his cock.

Maxine dropped a hand on his head, her fingers shaking as they tangled in his hair. The water poured around them, steam filling the shower enclosure. A stream of water trailed past his lips as he increased the pressure on the sensitive skin of her clit until she cried out in delight. She rocked on her feet, holding on to him for support as she shook with her climax. Rewarding her with more stimulation Ryan refused to leave her, instead removing his fingers from her pussy and replacing them with his tongue. He delved deep into her passage, flicking and licking, his nose buried in the curls of her mons. Her body responded, flowering open more, releasing the scent of desire around them.

“So good. That feels so good.” The whispered words floated down to his ears like praise from heaven and he smiled as he continued to worship her. She didn’t protest his touch anymore. In fact, her hips rocked toward him when he sat back to see if she still watched. Her pale green eyes were slightly out of focus, passion-glazed. Her face flushed with color and she breathed in ragged gasps. He leaned closer and deliberately licked the entire length of her slit. Maxine’s gaze wavered for a second before she managed to smile down at him.

He licked her clit softly, then planted a kiss on the tender junction between her leg and torso. Ryan stood, cupping her ass cheeks in his hands as he pulled her close. That had been a good start on satisfying her body’s desires, yet left her in anticipation for the next round. She was responsive and sensual, and he wanted inside her badly. Their skin-on-skin caress lifted his need for her another notch, and he’d already been on overdrive before they’d begun.

She dropped her head on his shoulder. “That was amazing.” She leaned closer, causing her breasts to brush his chest. She stiffened slightly as if embarrassed and Ryan eased away. The vixen was feeling shy again.

He laughed quietly to relax her. “Don’t thank me yet, we’re nowhere near done. I’m getting out. There’s robe on the back of the door. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom when you’re ready.”

Something told him she needed a little space before taking the next step, and that’s what she’d get. A little space, like five minutes maximum, before he exploded. He kissed her nose and left her in the shower.

Maxine stood alone in the shower and tried to let the heat of the water wash away her fears. Ryan had already touched her more intimately than Jamie ever had before she’d bathed and scrubbed. Her skin tingled with desire for more, more of his mouth on her skin. Everywhere. Ryan could teach her a few things in the bedroom, and she knew she needed the lessons. Sex was supposed to be a pleasurable first choice, not a second-class alternative to climaxing by her own hand.

She wrapped herself in a giant towel and stared at her reflection in the foggy mirror. He’d had no issue with touching her. Oh Lord, she’d loved his touch, loved touching him. Maybe it was time for a few other changes in the bedroom. Time to move forward and thoroughly enjoy her sexuality. She brushed the final moisture from her skin and paused in the process of reaching for the robe. Her modesty was unnecessary—he’d already seen her nude. She could walk right in and crawl into bed with him. The thought made her dizzy for a second and she beat down the urge to hide.