Page 140 of Here With Me

“I forgot to grab a washcloth,” she says when I reach for her body wash.

“Guess you’ll have to suffer with my rough hands.” I grin when she groans at the harsh calluses.

Keeping eye contact, I begin with her neck and move to her chest, making sure to be as thorough as possible. Her heart races under my palm before I slide down between her breasts. The temptation to touch her the way I crave is so intense, I have to count to ten in my head to keep my dick from stabbing her.

The hot water on her back steams up the shower, and although I’m nearly freezing, I don’t show it. I’d freeze to death before leaving her in here.

Next, I grab her free arm, and inch by inch, I rub my way to her ribs. It’s not until I lower my eyes do I notice how big her bruise is there.

“Fuck, Noah.”

“You’re not supposed to be lookin’,” she mouths off.

“You broke the rules first.”

My focus stays on her stomach, being extra careful not to press too hard, and then I switch to her other arm.

“Hold on to me as I do this one,” I tell her, taking her hand off the rail and wrapping her fingers around my bicep. Once I finish, I do the same routine on the other side.

I secure her back into position, grab more soap, then drop to my knees.

Her lips twitch as if she’s eager to remind me where I shouldn’t look, but as soon as I touch the inside of her thigh, she parts her lips and moans.

She’s not the only one suffering.

Her sweet pussy is nearly in my face. Restraining from touching her is the worst form of self-torture, but I continue anyway. I drag my thumbs down her leg, then gently rub the soap around her ankle and foot.

She gasps, and I look up. “Shit, sorry. You okay?”

“Yeah, just tender.”

“I’m movin’ to your other leg. Keep this foot up,” I remind her.

I start at her toes, then work my way up. When I get to her inner thigh, I dig my thumbs in deeper to massage her muscles. Her stomach tightens as I move up and carefully cover every inch of untouched skin.

Standing, I detach the showerhead and clear the soap off the front of her body.

“Doin’ okay still?” I ask as she fidgets on one foot.

She nods with shallow breaths as I put the water pressure against her clit.

“How about now?” I mutter, gripping her hip.

“Oh God.” Her eyes flutter closed as her head tilts.

Just becauseIcan’t give her an orgasm doesn’t mean I can’t help her get there.

“Don’t fight it, my love,” I whisper in her ear as I cup the back of her neck. “Give in to the pleasure.”

“I thought you were worried about me fallin’.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” I tighten my hold. “Fall apart as much as you need.”

She squeezes my arm as she finally surrenders, and soon, she’s teetering off the edge, panting through the release.

“Thatta girl.” I remove the water pressure and press a kiss to her temple. “I’m gonna wash your other side now.”

Once I put up the showerhead and adjust the spray, I help her turn around so I can soap her back. As much as I want to take my time again, I know she’s getting antsy having to keep her foot up.