When his hands came into contact with my skin, his touch was hesitant and feathering. He glided them over my lower back and down over my ass, where he held me in place, thrusting his hips forward and encouraging our lower halves to rub together.

Then we were kissing, tongues rasping and delving deep into each other’s mouths. Asher groaned when I moved my hips, riding his dick. The friction was nice and a good steppingstone—one Asher was familiar with.

“In the shower,” I said a few minutes later.

We came apart, and I took his hand, pulling him in behind me. Under the hot spray, we found each other again, mouths and hands both. I didn’t want to rush him. Asher needed to be comfortable, and I knew he’d function better if he felt he was in control.

I would give him a small push, guiding him in the right direction, then I’d see how it went.

We explored each other’s mouths under the water for a long time. Tiny movements below, making friction together and sending sparks of pleasure through my blood. The rutting left me aching for more.

I reached blindly for the body wash I’d set on the edge of the tub. Breaking the kiss, I took Asher’s hand and poured some into his palm.

“Wash me.”

Water dripped down his face and off his nose. He nodded, lathering it between his hands then pressing his palms to my chest. He started with cautious movements, his fingers brushing over my nipples with each pass. The quirk at the corner of his mouth told me he was relaxing and enjoying the power of knowing where one of my intense erogenous zones was.

I gritted my teeth and shuddered.

Asher’s face bloomed into a full smile, his dimples appearing before he ducked his head and watched what he was doing, a slight redness shining on his cheeks and up his neck.

His explorative hands moved down. He stepped back, putting a few inches of space between us as he circled my navel and ran his knuckles lower. For a flash, I caught his hazel eyes when he glanced up, checking in, but they were gone in an instant.

He took me in hand and stroked with a soapy fist, the grip tight and sure, and the movement slow and torturous, making my legs shake.

I thrust into his hand, encouraging him. “That’s good. Fuck yeah.”

I filled a palm with more body wash and soaped up Asher as well, finding his dick and giving him the same treatment. He grunted and trembled before I tipped his chin up and took his mouth, licking inside and stealing a taste of him.

Then I pulled back and whispered, “Wash my ass.”