Spellbound by Emmie Dark

but that just meant they had to get nice and close and Belle didn’t have a problem with that.
    Nick’s hands took over where she’d left off, rubbing the soapy bubbles into her skin. Only he cleaned her far more thoroughly than she would have cleaned herself, starting with her arms, moving over her shoulders and down her back, then kneeling in front of her and working his way up from her feet, starting with each individual toe.
    By the time his hands pressed against her belly, having not yet touched either her breasts or pussy, Belle was a quivering mess.
    ‘You’re a tease,’ she whispered.
    ‘So are you,’ he replied. ‘Just you standing there naked is a tease.’
    Belle sighed. He said such nice things. He even made them sound true.
    Belle decided it was time to take the teasing into her control. Grabbing the bottle of body wash, she directed Nick under the shower spray, making sure he got wet all over. She squirted a huge amount of soap on her hands and began to rub it into his chest, lathering up his hair, making sure that her fingernails scraped against his nipples as she did so. A rush of pleasure flooded through her as the areola pebbled into hard nubs at the stimulation. His groan echoed through her, sending sparks to her groin, making the throb there even more insistent.
    She traced the trail of hair down his belly, skirting around the straining erection that thrust towards her. Instead, she foamed up the hair at its base before her hand stroked lower and took his balls in her palm. Under the pretence of washing them, she rubbed the skin gently, looking up from her careful ministrations when a loud hiss of breath left him. His eyes were screwed shut, his teeth clenched and jaw taut, and Belle revelled in the fact that she was doing this to him – that she could bring him as much pleasure as he brought her.
    With hands still slippery, Belle traced around his hips and soaped up his butt cheeks, squeezing them with both hands. It was really the most delicious feeling holding the mounds of muscled flesh in her grasp – almost as good as squeezing his arms.
    She ran her hands up and down, tracing the line where his legs met his butt, and then lightly ran her fingertips up the crack. Nick gasped in response and Belle wondered if it was a good gasp or a shocked gasp. She’d read that some men liked it when women played around there, but Belle had never done it before.
    Tentatively, she did it again, and this time Nick muttered something like oh yeah into her hair and pushed into her hands more firmly. Belle figured that was a good sign.
    Leaving one hand to explore his butt, Belle brought her other hand between them and finally gripped his cock. It was hot and solid and strained towards her.
    ‘Fuck that’s good,’ Nick muttered in her ear as she began to move her hand on him.
    His mouth sought hers for a punishing kiss as she worked him. She tightened her grip at the top of every stroke, being sure to press against the sensitive skin just under the head. The fingertips of her other hand continued to play up and down the crevice of his buttocks, each time slipping a little deeper. When she encountered the pucker of the opening to his body, she circled and pressed, circled and pressed, and he tore his mouth away from hers to moan.
    ‘Oh God, Belle.’ He made a muffled, gasping sound of pain and then his cock pulsed in her hand. Hot cum erupted from the tip, splashing against her belly and the tiled shower wall. She kept pumping, and three more spurts of fluid surged from him, spraying her with each burst. The sight of his cum on her stomach, of it sliding down the wall, was carnal and dirty and inexplicably hot, and a sharp ache of want pierced her core.
    He groaned, a long, low sound, and his head fell to her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, stopping her hands from moving on him. He was shaking slightly and pressing little kisses into her skin, his breath still coming in