I couldn’t agree more, so I practically push him in there, following right behind him. He goes for his body wash, but I wrap my arm around his torso, tugging his ass backward against my front. Then I reach around him and take the bottle off the shelf. As I wash him, I kiss his shoulders, his back, anywhere I can reach. And the way his body relaxes and leans into me even more fills me with a rush of pride.

It's obvious that he feels good and safe in my arms, and that’s everything to me.

I’m reluctant to stop washing him, even though there’s no place left on his body that I haven’t cleaned. Then he turns and begins returning the favor. As he lathers his luxurious body wash over my abs, he tilts his chin up for a kiss. Somehow, despite how turned on I am—and can only assume that he is too—we manage to keep it soft, slow, and sweet.

Pulling back, he quirks his lip up. “So you like my popsicle skills, huh?” The smirk grows as my eyes glaze over with lust. “Can I show them to you again?”

My reactions are slow because of the spell he’s cast over me, but I do stop him before he can lower to his knees. “Later. I have plans for you first.”

“What kind of plans?” he asks in a flirty tone.

Eyeing him hungrily, I say, “Turn around and brace your hands on the wall, and you’ll find out.”

I swear I see him gulp before he spins around, slamming his palms against the shower tile. For a few moments, I just admire the view. Water droplets drip down his naked back and land on the round, perfect ass that’s slightly pushed out toward me.

He grows impatient, whining high in his throat and blatantly pushing his ass out farther. But he doesn’t take his hands off the wall.

I reach out, cupping his soft cheeks in each of my hands, and he goes quiet. Until I squeeze, which makes him exhale loudly. Unable to wait any longer to have him, I drop to my knees. Carefully, because, well, I am in my thirties. And then I spread his cheeks, holding them open to give me access to his hole.

He lets out a delighted little noise as he presses back some more. I give his cheeks another squeeze before moving in and licking a stripe from his taint up to his hole, getting my first taste of him.

And let me tell you, that one taste is enough to make me go feral.

I dive in, licking with the flat of my tongue, prodding at his hole with the tip of it, sucking on his rim. All the noises he’s making above me are music to my ears, urging me to ramp up the intensity even more.