Playing to Win

immersed herself in this. No man had washed her hair before. Her beautician did, of course, but this was a decidedly different experience. His hands were bigger, and a little rougher, but she liked the feel of him rubbing her scalp. His movements were more sensual, as if he were enjoying the experience instead of it just being his job.
    He tilted her head back under the spray, rinsed her hair, then applied conditioner, sliding his fingers through the strands of herhair. He rinsed again, then lathered his hands with body wash and turned her around so he could wash her back.
    Again, he took his time, rubbing her back, using his strong hands to massage the soreness out of her shoulder muscles. She leaned into him and every knot melted away under the hard pressure of his fingers. And when he rolled his fist down the center of her back, she laid her palms against the shower wall, certain her knees were going to buckle.
    “That feels so good. Were you a massage therapist in another life?”
    “No. I just like touching you.”
    He grasped the globes of her butt and squeezed them gently, massaging them as well. Her nipples hardened.
    “Do I have to pay extra for that?” she asked.
    “You can give me a tip later.”
    She wriggled her butt against his erection. “I think you’re the one who has a tip for me.”
    He turned her around and poured more body wash into his hands, rubbed them together, then lathered them over her breasts. “I think you’re getting a little saucy with me.”
    She raised her arms, gasping at the sensation as he washed her breasts. Her nipples, so sensitive to his touch, ached. He grabbed the spray handle and rinsed her, then bent and took one peak in his mouth, sucking hard until she moaned with delight.
    Then he took the spray and aimed it between her legs. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
    “Do you get yourself off this way? I’ve heard women do.”
    She offered a wicked smile. “Of course I do. It’s very handy when I’m in a hurry and need an orgasm.” She took the spray handle and put it back in its cradle. “But why would I want to do that when I have you here to make me come?”
    He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her, his tongue dipping inside to wrap around hers. She could think of nothing butthe beat of his heart, the heat of his skin, and the firmness of his body, which always drove her a little bit crazy. She laid her palms on his shoulders and held on while he slid his hand between her legs, teasing her with light strokes that revved up her need to fever pitch.
    And when he dropped to his knees and shouldered her legs apart, she leaned against the shower wall and watched. Water sluiced down the front of her and over Cole. He raised his head to give her a devilish smile before putting his mouth on her sex.
    Oh, god, yes. This is just what she’d wanted. His tongue lapping at her clit, slick and hot and taking her right to the edge so fast it made her head spin. Steam rose all around them as he slid two fingers inside her and finger fucked her while he sucked her clit.
    “Cole. I won’t last long.”
    He didn’t answer, just sucked her and continued to fuck her with his fingers, relentless in his pursuit of the orgasm she couldn’t hope to hold back. She arched against him and let go, releasing a hoarse cry as she came. He held her as she rode the waves that went on and on, sending pulses of sweet pleasure throughout her core. When he rose, he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his mouth. She licked his lips and dove in for a deeper kiss, then wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft, stroking him until he let out a harsh groan.
    She loved the sounds he made, loved giving him pleasure as much as she loved receiving it. She squatted down, water raining down over her back as she took his cock in both her hands and wound her fingers around the shaft, then lifted the soft head to her mouth, tilting her head back to look at him.
    He was staring down at her, his expression fierce as she put the crest between her lips and closed her mouth over it. She kneeled on the shower floor and pushed forward, taking his cock into her mouth as she did.
    “Christ,” he whispered, then laid his hand on the top of her head.
    She focused on his cock, flicking her tongue over the different textures as she pulled the shaft deeper into her mouth. Pulses of salty flavor spilled onto her tongue when she withdrew and she lapped them up, teasing the crest by rolling her tongue