An Interesting Situation (Completed)

Natalie found herself against the shower wall before she knew what had happened to her. The spray hitting her warmed her, but not as much as the body holding her captive. She still hadn’t gotten a good look at his body, but her hands and fingertips overworked their sense of touch. Looping her arms around his waist while their tongues mated and dueled with each other, she found his tight buttocks and squeezed.

Hayden grunted and laughed, drawing away to meet her eyes, half of his mouth curling appreciation. “I think I like you grabbing my ass.”

“Oh, really?” Natalie drawled back at him, trying to stabilize her mind. “Let’s see what else you have down there.”

Nails digging into his thighs just enough to make him catch his breath, Natalie dragged them around the front, her eyes watching his as her hands connected in the middle. With the contact, Hayden’s head fell back, a low moan of appreciation echoing around the shower walls. Startled, Natalie’s eyes lowered.

“Hayden,” Natalie breathed, eyes on the stiff member in her hand. Hayden swallowed and forced his head forward. The small hands caressing his length made concentration near impossible. “Wow.”

Ego rising, Hayden grinned to himself and reached for her bath sponge. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Hell, yes!” She agreed fervently, her mind already tempting her to try and fit him into her mouth. But when she made a slight move in that direction an iron grip held her into place.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he waggled a finger at her. “Not yet. You need to be washed.”

The sinister gleam in his eye held her still. The soapy sponge began to glide over her skin in neat, circular spirals. Against the wall, beside the spray, the water couldn’t wash the lather of soap off her and Hayden concentrated on his efforts, finding her chest in dire need of extra washing. Natalie moaned and squirmed, doing her best to keep her eyes on his as he watched her reactions. The feminist in her cried ‘bastard!’ in a far corner of her mind, but the woman in her cried ‘oh, yeah, baby!’ far louder, drowning out the former when he rinsed her then lowered his head to suck and lick at her nipples, dragging his teeth lightly over them.

“I needed to make sure they were clean enough,” Hayden murmured down to her as he squirted more soap onto the sponge.

“And are they?” Natalie flirted up at him breathlessly.

“Oh, I’d say they’ll do…for now,” a slow grin answered her.

“You are trying to kill me,” she moaned as he began to soap her stomach.

“Never that,” he assured her, the circles moving lower. Suddenly he knelt at her feet, one hand grabbing her ankle. “Lift your foot.”

Obediently, Natalie did as she was told and watched him wash her feet, his fingers running over the fine bones of her toes, lightly tickling.

“You have very sexy ankles,” his low voice drifted up to her in the steamy air, the sponge working up her ankles to her knees.

“Just wash between my legs and quit teasing me!” Natalie’s wailing outburst begged.

Hayden laughed, a demon whispering in the sound. “I am teasing you, aren’t I?” Blue eyes danced up at her, pleased with her reaction.

Natalie ran fingers through his wet hair. “Yes, so please stop teasing me! I want you enough already! You’ve had me on edge for days! Even today didn’t rid me of all the tension you’ve filled me with!”

Hayden ran the sponge up and around her thighs, head tilted as if in contemplation. “Did I? Hmm. You didn’t relieve yourself of the pressure this week?”

“Nooo…” Natalie admitted, her head turning restlessly against the wall as the sponge neared.

“Neither did I,” he confessed, lightly drawing the sponge between her legs. Natalie moaned, her body straightening against the sensation. The sponge cleaned her inner thighs then concentrated between her legs in a slow, back and forth motion. “Oh, but I wanted to. But jacking off would’ve done me no good.”

Strong hands turned her to face the wall, the sponge massaging over the fleshy part of her bottom. “Hayden,” she groaned against the tiles, “don’t make me come like this.”

“Why? Are you going to?”

Natalie gasped as he turned her around again. She looked down at him but he nudged her under the water and rinsed the suds from her body. When her skin was squeaky again and glowing pink from his ministrations he pulled her back to the side of the spray.

Still on his knees he peered up at her a finger sliding languidly up the inside of her thigh. “You’re not slick anymore.”

Warily, Natalie studied his expression. “You rinsed it all off.”

“Well, then, I guess I’ll have to bring it back, won’t I?”