Page 21 of Sweater Weather (Sapphire Falls Orchard #1)

TWENTY-ONE

Tilly

A s we make our way to the shower, her breasts sit on her stomach which is hanging over her panties.

I love that she doesn’t shy away from her curves—she owns them.

They are a part of her, and she knows they are beautiful.

You can tell that by the way she walks and carries herself.

I watch her ass up the stairs, the thin sliver of black tucked between her ass cheeks.

I can’t wait to rip those off and have my way with her.

We make our way into the bathroom, and I reach in the shower to turn on the water.

She had a good point; we’re covered in flour, and neither one of us wants a yeast infection.

Not exactly sexy, when you think about it.

As the water heats up, I push her panties aside, letting the lace tear lightly so I can dip my fingers into her folds.

She moans, her auburn hair cascading all around her as she tosses her head back in pleasure.

Dropping to my knees, I can’t help but ache for a taste.

She puts one leg up on the side of the shower and I press my face between her thighs.

I lick long, languid licks up and down her folds, tight circles around her clit and hold her by the waist to steady her.

The last thing I’d want is her falling before we get to the good part.

“I want you to wrap those thighs around my head and let yourself come for me, baby,” I command.

“Mmm, okay,” she says breathlessly.

“I want to see you shaking before I stop,” I murmur.

Licking her pussy is good, but I want her to be begging to cum.

So I reach up for her large breasts and play with her nipples.

One hand inside her, pumping in and out while the other tugs and twists her nipples just hard enough to make her moan. God, when she moans it is godly.

“Oh my God!” she cries, and I know she’s feeling more than she normally does.

I know she doesn’t usually come with another person, but it ‘s a secret of mine that I’m dying to change that.

The more I get to know her body, the more I want to have her finishing for me.

She is definitely wet enough, so I think it’s just about getting her out of her own head.

I drop my hand from her body and look up at her.

“Get in the shower,” I command.

“Y-yes.” She nods and steps in the warm water. The whole bathroom is steamy from the water.

“I want to try something, but I need you to relax first, okay?” I look at her, waiting for her consent.

“Okay…” I can tell she’s worried about what I’m going to do.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

“I do…but if you’re going to try to stick something in my butt, then I should let you know I definitely didn’t prepare for that.”

I laugh. “No, I’m not doing that.”

She nods. I take the shower hose off the wall, and her eyes widen as I change the settings from a rainfall to a jet.

I’ve used it on myself more than a few times, so I know how it feels, and I have a feeling this might be the thing to send Bells over the edge to come.

I make sure the water isn’t too hot before spraying it over her chest. She gasps at the contact of the warm water, and her nipples harden.

I let the water hit each of them for a minute before moving down her stomach toward her core.

“Tell me how this feels,” I say. I spray the water over her clit, and her eyes shut closed.

“Oh my God!” She grips the side of the shower as I let the water hit her clit.

“This seems like the time to make you beg for it,” I joke.

“Mmm.” She’s breathless as I let the water spray her.

Switching hands, I use my free hand to slip inside her.

Bells almost collapses into me, her hips bucking and her body shaking.

She isn’t used to this much sensation; I can tell by the goosebumps all over her skin.

Her body is dripping wet, the stream of water only hitting her in one place while she fights for her life to stand up.

“Just relax…” I murmur into her skin as I lean in to kiss her neck.

She moans lightly in my ear as I suck softly on the side of her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to keep her moaning. The shower head is clearly doing its job, and I keep it steady.

“How does it feel, baby?” I don’t know where the pet name comes from but it feels right in the moment.

“S-so good.” She gasps.

“I want you to play with your breasts while I try something,” I tell her.

She must trust me now that the shower head was on.

Because her hands immediately jump to her chest and she squeezes and tugs on her breasts.

Her eyes are still closed, but I can see how much she’s chasing this release.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her this relaxed.

So I slide my hands up the insides of her thighs and she moans.

I slide two fingers through her slick folds before slipping them inside her.

I curl them tightly, and she almost falls forward.

I make sure to steady her before positioning the shower head back on her clit.

“I want to see how you let go,” I murmur quietly.

“Oh, fuck! Tilly!” she cries out as I pump my fingers in and out of her.

Her pussy clutches my fingers tightly as the water from her clit drips down my hands.

I’m starting to get a little chilly, but I’m so close to this, I know I can’t stop.

Watching Bells come undone might be the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I keep a steady rhythm, making sure she’s close.

Studying her breathing and the way her stomach heaves in and out as I hit her G-spot just so as the shower head hits her clit.

“YES! RIGHT THERE!” she starts yelling. “Don’t you dare stop!”

I wouldn’t stop even if I could. Bells clenches her thighs together as she finishes, and I instantly feel proud of myself. That was the first time for us that she actually finished. She’sred, her hair stringy and wet all over her face, but she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Wow,” I mutter as she bats my hand away and I pull my fingers out.

“I know, holy shit. I can’t recall the last time I actually finished with someone else.” She gasps, gripping the side of the wall.

“Are you okay?” I pull the shower head away from her so she can have a second to relax.

“Yes, oh my God. Yes.” She pulls me in for a kiss and I drop the shower head. The hose catching it from hitting the bottom of the tub, the water splashes everywhere. Thank God the curtain is closed or my entire bathroom would be soaked.

Pulling back, I switch the setting back to a gentle rainfall and slide the shower head back into the holder on the wall.

Bells looks at me with red cheeks and a crooked smile.

I grab a washcloth and wet it, pouring on a handful of soup before running it down her chest. I’ve never taken a shower with someone before, but I kind of assumed actually showering would be part of it.

I turn the water up higher again, so it takes away some of our chill.

Bells’s skin is soft but covered in goose bumps.

I take my time running the washcloth over her entire body, and then she reaches for mine to do the same.

I can feel her hand through the washcloth as she caresses each part of my skin.

It feels more intimate than I anticipate—definitely more than it has been in the past. With her or anyone else, for that matter.

I know in this moment that I can’t keep quiet anymore.

I don’t just want to hook up with her—I want to have more of her.

I want to see the parts that not everyone gets to see.

I want to know all the things that she only tells to some.

I also know it means I have to pop the bubble we’re living in and tell her how I feel. I’m sure we could continue on like this, like it’s nothing—that it’s just a hookup—but I can’t.

For too long I’ve lived my life with countless one-night stands, and that has always been enough.

But suddenly, I want to have more with her.

It isn’t just with anyone, and I’m sure if she doesn’t feel the same way, I’ll go back to my one-night stands.

But with her, it makes me want to try being with her, for real.

“I think we should talk about this,” I say quietly, as I drop the washcloth I’m using into her hands.

She spins around to face me, her hair sticking to her wet face, water droplets dripping down her cheeks. I smile looking at her. She was so fucking beautiful.

“Okay, what are you thinking?” she asks softly.

“I don’t want to keep being your secret lay. I don’t want to keep hooking up with you. I think I want to be something real with you. Take you on dates and hook up with you,” I add to lighten the mood.

“I think I’d like that.” She smiles.

“You would?” I can’t hide my surprise.

“Yeah, I feel like there’s something here and we shouldn’t try to ignore that.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” I admit.

“I don’t think I was ready to admit it to myself.” She blushes.

Instead of saying anything more, I kiss her.

One of those cliché romantic kisses where I pull her body into mine and we lose all sense of time.

Her lips are soft and wet, our bodies still under the water running between us.

I wrap my arms around her waist, and she twirls her fingers through my hair.

We only pull back when the water starts to run cold.

I step out first, grabbing a fresh towel from the closet and holding it open for her.

She steps on the rug, dries off her legs and wraps it around herself.

I follow her into the bedroom, after wrapping my towel around me.

“Do you have a big T-shirt or something I could borrow? Just to get home?” she asks.

“I probably do.” I walk to my closet and then I pause, turning around to face her. “What if you stayed?”

“Huh?”

“Why don’t you stay? Just go home in the morning or something,” I suggest.

“Oh, I mean, I guess so. Sure.” She nods.

“Here.” I grab her a Sapphire Orchards T-shirt that is way too big on me so would probably fit her.

“Do you think we could have something to eat? I’m sort of starving,” she admits shyly.

“Of course. I was going to make chicken cutlets for dinner, but if you prefer takeout, I’m happy to order something too,” I suggest.

“I love chicken cutlets.” She smiles. She slips the T-shirt over her head, and it fits her like a long T-shirt. Just covering her pussy and the tops of her thighs. I’m pretty sure if she bent over, I’d be able to see everything.

“Why don’t you come hang out in the kitchen with me while I cook and we can watch a movie or something while we eat?” I ask.

“That sounds great.” I throw on some clothes and follow her back downstairs.