Page 57 of The Fates We Tame

Her answer gives me hope. “I want to try everything with you, Soph. I want us to learn together what we both like. I’ll respect your boundaries, but let’s explore.”

“I’m as excited as I am nervous,” she replies. “But, yes. I want to explore things with you too.”

Quickly, I strip the rest of my clothes. Sophia helps. But I’m impatient.

I grab two of the new towels and lead us to the bathroom before turning on the shower. It’s large with a big showerhead, and when I turn it on, steaming-hot water splashes onto pale gray tiles.

“You first,” I say, nudging Sophia beneath the water.

She tips her head back and closes her eyes as water drenches her hair and body. And what a fucking body it is. Heavy tits with nipples that lean brown rather than pink. A narrow waist. But thick thighs and an ass you can grab on to.

She’s got a whole lot of hair down there, hiding what I want to see.

As she turns a little beneath the spray, I see her scars. They’re vicious red swaths across her body, even after all this time, which tells me just how bad they were when they happened.

“I’m lucky you’re even here,” I whisper.

Sophia steps out of the spray a little. “Sorry, did you say something?”

I shake my head. “Not a thing.” I empty some of her shampoo onto my palm and wash her hair gently.

Bathing together in the soft light of the bathroom is an intimacy money can’t buy. As she rinses her hair, bubbles and water sluice down her body, between the valley of her breasts. I follow it with my fingertips.

Sophia gasps as she experiences my touch as if it’s her first time. I don’t want to be a jealous guy, yet there is something innately primal about being someone’s first. I don’t care who came first, but I want to be the only one she remembers. I press my mouth to those lush lips of hers and pull her close. The first feel of her skin against mine is like a balm to my soul.

I wrap my arms around her, my hands gliding up her back and fisting her wet hair.

“We go too fast, or I do something you don’t like, you tell me,” I say.

She nods her agreement. There’s a heady mix of arousal, nerves, and trust in her eyes. Tentatively, her hands reach out and slip around my waist.

This first round is going to be over way too soon. My sex-starved body responds immediately. My cock going from interested to harder than a steel pillar in about two seconds.

Sophia glances down between the two of us. “I understood the basics, but…”

Gone are the nerves, replaced with all-too-human hunger.

She reaches between us and runs a single fingertip along the side of my cock. When it twitches in response, she giggles, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls. I can’t help but smile in spite of the way she’s making me feel.

“Put your palm around it,” I instruct.

When she does, I suck in a breath and look up at the ceiling, the image of my cock in her hand burned into my brain.

This is a really bad idea. A memory of my dad telling me to always be a biker on the streets and a gentleman in the sheets flickers. We were drinking beer at a club barbecue. He was looking over at Mom and smiling.

But I know what he means, and letting Sophia jerk me off while I just stand there isn’t that.

“It’s soft but hard,” Sophia says.

I take her hand and press a kiss to her palm. “I want to touch you. You okay with that?”

“I’d like that.”

Carefully, I get to know her body. Over the curve of her breast, brushing across her peaked nipple. Down the soft plane of her stomach, past a cute little innie belly button, and through drenched curls of hair.

Sophia opens her legs a little wider for me, and I dip between her thighs, stroking her pussy. She bucks against me almost immediately. I repeat the action. A gentle caress.

Color hits her cheeks as her eyelids flutter closed.