Bane, Raiden and I part in the hall, and I close the door behind Raiden and I. Unlike other times, Raiden drops all modesty and just gets naked in front of me. “Want to shower with me?”
I look around. “What if I want to, but I’m unsure if I’m ready for more right now?”
He turns my way. “I wasn’t suggesting marriage.”
“I mean sex!” I cry.
He laughs. “I know you do. I’m joking with you. Relax. I’m going to let you drive our sex wagon for a while. We go at your speed and direction. I figure I railroaded you into moving in with me. I’ve got to be sensitive to this, give you control over something.”
“Was that a mixed metaphor?”
“Stop stalling, or I’ll lose patience and you’ll be on all fours. Our wagon will be overturned and my face between your thighs right there.” He points to the bed.
“Your nakedness is showing,” I say pointing to his hard on.
“You gonna shower with me or not? If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you touch it.” He laughs.
I shed my sodden bra and he grins. When I drop my panties, his eyebrows rise. “Waxed clean?”
“We went from a few kisses and second base to showering together. This is weird,” I declare.
“Let’s get off in the shower. I mean, let’s get this chlorine off in the shower.” He jokes and holds his hand out to me. I shake my head and follow him.
“You know I’ve done a lot of things with a lot of random people, but I’ve never showered with anyone before,” he says, but then shakes his head. “No, that’s a lie. I showered with Jumper once at a beach in Clearwater, Florida.”
“You know that isn’t the same thing. It doesn’t count.” I laugh.
“Why not?” He leans down and kisses my lips and then moves in and presses our bodies together. His cock leaves a wet trail against my belly. “Is it because I didn’t kiss him before or after showering with him?”
I test the water and step in. “I wouldn’t mind hearing if you did.”
