Part 6: Cleaning Up Our Act
Started: May 17th, 2007
Finished: Late Mid-May, 2007
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(January)
I woke up with a start. Jake was still on top of me, his flaccid penis laying along the crack of my ass. He was gently stroking the top of my head with his hand and nibbling on my shoulder. The wind could still be heard roaring outside.
"Are you awake yet, Sammie?" he asked quietly.
"Mm-hm. How are you?"
"Better than I've ever been," he purred, nuzzling my cheek.
I realized what was going on. Jake had woken up from his nap before I had and he must have been thinking about fun, dirty things. Already, I could feel his cock stiffening.
As if to answer my unspoken question, he rolled over and landed beside me, smiling sweetly at me.
"I love you," he purred, stroking my face now.
I could see in his eyes what was happening and I said, "No."
"What?"
"You wanna start again, yes?"
"Well... yeah. I got to thinking while you were asleep..."
"I understand, honey," I said, smiling back. "But we can't just start this over again. If you want to put
that
anywhere in me, we both need to shower first."
Oh, what did I start?
Jake's eyes lit up as if from behind and his lips parted in a silent gasp.
"Now there's an idea," he said, grinning.
"Oh no..."
Almost the very next second found me being toted into the small bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. The shower was small but clean and bright white. The room itself was spare and, as was a bad habit of Jake's, pretty cluttered and dirty; laundry was piled on the floor and soaps, hair products, a belt and a razor were scattered over the small countertop.
Gently setting me down so I could lean on the small edge of the counter that was clean, Jake went and turned the hot water on in the shower. As amused and slightly frustrated as I was, I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of nervous expectancy at the prospect of having sex in the shower. I had to stifle a laugh when it occurred to me that we'd have used up every common form of sex before we'd been dating even a whole month.
As the water warmed up, Jake came and leaned against me, pinning me in place and kissing me fervently. I stifled a moan as he did things with his tongue that I had yet to experience.
"Mm, Jake, God," I gasped, leaning my head back to catch my breath.
As I did that, he took the opportunity to unfasten my red bra and toss it onto the counter behind me. As he tugged my panties down, he kissed down my neck and in all the places he knew would drive me crazy. With a soft laugh, he dipped his tongue in my ear and then trailed it down my neck, licking at my right breast with an anxious hunger. I giggled and bit my tongue as he latched on to my nipple and sucked hard.
"Hungry, my baby?"
"Starving," he groaned, emphasizing his words by grabbing my ass and squeezing it.
I reached down to take his now erect penis in my hand, gently stroking it like a masturbating kid.
"Mm, I love it when you do that..." he sighed, slowing his own actions down to enjoy the way my hands felt wrapped around him.
I glanced up and saw that the mirrors were now steamed up.
"Water's hot," I giggled.
"Perfect."
Jake let me go and adjusted the faucets 'til the water was comfortable. He turned to me with the white steam behind him reflecting the pale light of the small fixtures, and, for a moment, I was struck dumb. Something in that image... his naked body, fit and trim at his peak; his well-hung cock erect and up against his flat, hard stomach; the way his bare, golden skin shimmered in the humidity; the sexy shadow along his jaw; his blackish hair slick and wet with sweat and steam, hanging low in his loving honey-brown eyes; his full lips pursed as he seemed to be either in deep thought or having a fantasy... Well, it was like something out of a very classy porn film, or a romance novel.
"Jake," I sighed, pursing my lips.
"Yeah?" he said, grinning at me.
"You're beautiful."
He laughed. But it wasn't a "you're crazy" laugh. No, it was more like an "I can't believe I got this lucky" kind of laugh. But then his lips parted and met mine and I lost all rational thought as he steered me into the shower and under the hot water.
He tried to playfully pin me against the wall and push into me, but I wouldn't have it.
"What's wrong?" he asked, pouting.
"I'm dirty," I said matter-of-factly, taking a washcloth from the rack and pouring shower gel on it. When he grinned and growled, I added, "And so are you."
Catching on, Jake poured some shampoo in his hands, lathered it up and rubbed it into my hair. Giggling, I stepped so that our bodies were touching in front—to make it easier for us to scrub each other of course!—and started washing him. Gently and lovingly, like a mom, I bathed him as he washed my hair, very careful to keep the soap out of my eyes, but when I got lower, I dropped the washcloth and took my slippery hands and started massaging him—
everywhere
.
"Oh..." he softy gasped, trembling. "That's... incredible..."
He gently kissed my lips as I stroked him over and over. I reached one hand around his waist to slide my fingers down the small of his back and to his asshole. Slowly and tenderly, I slipped inside and fingered him and he started to shake like a frightened child.
"Sam..."
"Jake?"
"Stop."
I did, but asked, "Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just... I can't take that. Please."
"Okay, honey. Anything for you."
I didn't want to press the point, but I couldn't help but wonder whether Jake didn't like that treatment... or if he liked it too much. Either way, I respected his wish and left his ass alone. Instead, I cradled his testicles in my hands and massaged them with my fingertips.
"Mm... Mm, yes, Sam, please... I like that..."
I nuzzled his neck and started to stroke his cock again, wanting him to come in my hands. I loved making him come in my hands, letting his hot cum splatter against my thighs and tummy.
"Come, dammit," I hissed, licking his shoulder where the water had already rinsed him clean. "Now!"
