Sandy Lynn: Kiss and Tell

Willow took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She wasn’t in high school anymore, but for some reason he made her feel like she was. Not in a bad way, but in the good, anxious to see him, nervous and hoping he wouldn’t realize what a geek she was kind of way. Taking another deep breath, part of her was glad he didn’t have a phone in his bedroom. She couldn’t imagine how horrible it would have been if the ringing had interrupted them. But on the other hand, if he did, his friend could have called before just busting in and interrupting them. Her hand moved to her neck. Her eyes closed dreamily as she remembered the feeling of him sucking on her. And of course, she was sorry he’d had to leave the room to order her food. She wouldn’t have minded being able to watch him, to listen to him talk a little longer.

Falling back against the bed, Willow couldn’t believe how weak she felt. Of course, she reasoned, having had fabulous sex and sleeping for twenty-four hours with no food in between would probably do that to a girl. Especially when that man is Seth! She was still amazed at how energetic a lover he’d been. More than any other lover she’d ever had before him. He’d mastered her body, made her scream and beg for more. Never before had she ever had so much sex that her entire body felt stiff. But most importantly, she didn’t care. She was still somehow ready for more. No matter how sore she was, it didn’t stop the cravings to feel him over her, beneath her, behind her. In any position so long as his cock was buried within her.

Seth came back into the room, as though conjured by her thoughts. When he sat on the bed beside her once again, Willow’s limbs felt even weaker by his nearness.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t realize you were hungry earlier,” he apologized.

“It’s alright,” she assured him. And she meant it. I would gladly trade food for another day and night filled with wild, hot sex with you anytime. Her stomach growled with hunger as her body starved for another taste of him. Is he addictive?

Who cares, that ’s one addiction I could definitely get used to!

Seth chuckled and the sound made her wet instantly.

“What’s so funny?” She tried to control her body’s desire, tried to keep herself from simply tackling him and having her way with him yet again.

“You looked so serious for a minute. I’m sorry.” He tried to contain his smile.

“Do you mind if I shower before the pizza gets here?” With any luck, the hot water—or maybe she should use cold?—would relax her muscles and give her enough time to get a grip on her raging hormones.

“Not at all. There’s a shower through there, the door just to your left.” He pointed at the door as he spoke. “I’ll get you a towel, and something to wear if you don’t mind borrowing my clothes for a little while.”

“That would be nice.” The inner teenager he’d brought to life in her sighed as she thought about wearing his clothes, being able to smell him surrounding her.

Willow slowly began to rearrange herself, discovering she would be unable to continue to cover her body with the sheet when she stood. Seth was still sitting on the bed, and looked like he wasn’t in any rush to get up. If anything, she thought she saw a challenging gleam his eyes. She decided it didn’t matter if she walked the small distance naked. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen every inch of her body during their short time together. Hell, he’d seen so much more.

Releasing the material, she stretched before standing, and gathered her courage. When she was halfway across the room Willow looked over her shoulder. She saw Seth devouring her every movement. Nervousness flooded her and she tried to continue walking to the bathroom casually.

What does it matter if he’s watching me? Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself it wasn’t a big deal, that there was no reason to be nervous. He’d seen her do things no other man ever had. But for some reason it didn’t calm her down. Get it together. It’s not like you didn’t just spend the last day naked in his bed, doing sinfully wonderful things with him, she scolded herself.

Releasing the breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding, she closed the bathroom door behind her. Ignoring everything but the shower, she turned on the hot water and allowed it to warm while she relieved the sudden pressure on her bladder.

Looking around, she smiled. This was definitely the bathroom of a bachelor. Done in dark earth tones, it was neither cold nor sterile. Warm and inviting, it reflected Seth well. Standing, she completely resisted the urge to snoop and opened the opaque glass door, becoming enveloped by a spray of relaxing hot water. She let it run over her body, soothing the stiffness of her limbs for a few minutes. Using his shampoo, she washed her hair, hoping it wouldn’t be too horrible to brush since he didn’t seem to have any conditioner. Soap in hand, she was just about to wash her body when the bar was taken from her.

“Allow me.” Seth’s hungry gaze traveled the length of her.

Willow froze, surprised that she hadn’t heard him open the door, but dismissed it easily, telling herself it was only because her head had been under the water. After a brief pause, she presented him with her back, her hands holding her hair up and out of his way. It took an enormous amount of control not to moan and melt beneath his hands. Slick with soap, he made sure to cover every inch of her back, stroking her body, massaging her muscles slightly. As he washed her legs, Willow wanted to scream. She felt certain that if he continued much longer she would fall flat on her ass because her bones had once again turned into jelly.

“Turn around,” he commanded gently.

Willow obeyed instantly. He was kneeling beside her, uncaring of the water splashing onto his dark clothes, molding them tight to his body. With a gentle touch, he worked his way up one leg, then the other. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in his touch, but she was jerked back to reality when she flinched as he glided his soapy hand over the crease of one thigh. His eyes were apologetic as he looked up into her face.

“I’m alright,” she assured him. Please, please continue to wash me, she begged in her mind. This was probably the most sensual shower she had ever had. When this thing between them ended, she wanted to have as many memories as she could stored for future reference—for future fantasies. She knew she’d never again be able to step into the shower without remembering this fantasy that he had turned into a reality for her.

Willow mentally shook her head. Logic told her that she should be finished; her thoughts and body should be overloaded from sex. She had already experienced more with Seth—more pleasure, more passion, more ecstasy, more orgasms—than she had with any other lover from her past. He was much more generous than any other man she’d met. The amazing thing was, he’d given her so much, and she’d only known him for one day.

Seth paused for a moment then continued lathering her body. Skipping over her mound, instead he moved straight to the slight curve of her stomach.

She’d long ago forgotten how much time she’d spent lamenting about that section of her body. Of her seemingly constant wish that she had a flat stomach. She had tried everything she could think of short of surgery, but nothing seemed to work. Her body was determined to hold on to the little bit of extra weight. But here, at this moment, with his hands gliding over her skin almost reverently, she lost the wish. She couldn’t remember why it bothered her so much, why she saw it as such an imperfection. If this man, who oozed sex appeal from his every pore, didn’t seem to care, why should she? He didn’t seem to even notice the perceived flaw.