I try not to smile as I exit the garage into the sunlight, but it's too much and my lips turn upward. I take off toward my house and his footsteps head after me. I jump the fence gracefully, but by the time I reach the back door, his arms are circling my waist. He spins me around and picks me up effortlessly. Hooking my legs around his waist, he opens the door and gets us into the kitchen.
He glances around the room and cocks an eyebrow. "Is Lila here?"
I shake my head slowly. "She's with Ethan."
"What about your dad?"
"He went to work."
His aqua eyes darken and I can't help but kiss him. I feel him walking, traveling somewhere as our tongues entwine together. I run my fingers through his hair grabbing onto as much of him as possible, shutting my fear away and basking in the moment.
Without breaking his lips away from mine, he carries me into the downstairs bathroom. When I hear the shower water turn on, I pull my lips away from his. Before I can ask what he's doing, he sets me down underneath the warm water.
I let out a scream as my clothes are drenched.
"See, this way you're washing your clothes and taking a shower at the same time." He grins and tips the showerhead down so it hits more of me.
I seize the front of his T-shirt and yank him forward, so he stumbles into the running water. He braces his hands on the walls, and water sprays over his hair and drips down his face.
I smile at him innocently and allow the water to stream down my body. "Now you're all clean too."
He shakes his head, then shoves away from the wall and jumps all the way into the shower with me. He shuts the curtain and seals us inside the steam. His jeans and T-shirt are sopping wet and beads of water drip into his eyes. I run my hand across his forehead over a spot of grease and then through his hair. He aims the shower head down on me and I tip my head back into the flow. He combs his fingers through my hair sensually and his other hand comes down on the wall behind me as he gathers some of my hair into his hand. Pulling at the roots, he leads me toward him for a deep, watery kiss. Steam surrounds us and makes the passion inside my body ignite.
Panic starts screaming inside my head, but I tell it to shut up and suck the water off his lips as I find the bottom of his shirt to lift it over his head. He pulls back and helps me out, slipping it off and tossing it to the side, instantly reuniting his lips with mine. My fingers trace along the lines of his muscles and the pattern of the tattoo on his rib cage; the lyrics to the first song he ever wrote.
His hands explore my hips, my waist, then up my shirt. Finally, I just take it off for him and then he unhooks my bra. Our bare chests crash together as we continue to kiss underneath the hot water. Minutes later, the rest of our clothes are in a pile by our feet and I can hardly think straight. The way he touches me, kisses me - nothing has ever felt like this before.
He sucks on my breast and licks the water off my skin on my bare stomach, continuing to go down until his tongue finds the right spot. I fall back against the wall as a scream claws up my throat and I lose total control over my body.
This time I don't mind.
Micha
After Ella comes apart, I turn the water off and grab a towel off the hook. She raises her arms above her head, keeping her eyes on me as I wrap the towel around her.
"What?" I ask her, because I can tell she's thinking deeply about something.
"Nothing." She shrugs casually, but her cheeks turn a little pink. "It's just that if I would have known all along that it felt that good, I probably wouldn't have fought it so hard."
"Well, I'm glad you think I'm that good," I tease her snatching another towel and tying it around my waist.
She nibbles on her lip apprehensively as she crosses her arms and rests back against the wall.
"Alright, pretty girl," I demand. "What are you thinking about?"
She lets her lip pop free. "It just doesn't seem fair that I'm the one that gets to have all the fun."
I try not to get too excited, because let's face it, she's a runner. "I'm sure I'll have plenty of fun by myself later."
She reaches forward hesitantly and yanks the towel off my waist.
"That was smooth," I say, gripping the edge of the counter, fighting to stay calm.
Her eyes travel over my body. "I learned from the best." She runs her fingers softly along my swollen cock, making me harder than I already am.
"Fuck, Ella," I say, leaning back against the door and letting go.
Ella
He cocks his head to the side, his eyes scrutinizing me. "Is that a bad thing?"
I hug my arms around myself. "No, it's just that... what are we going to tell them we were doing?"
"I'm sure they'll figure it out," he says. "Why is this upsetting you?"
"It's not," I reply, deciding to just be honest. "It's just that... this is like the realest thing I've had in a long time and it scares me a bit."
He tucks a strand of my damp hair out of my eyes. "I know it does, but you'll be okay - we'll be okay."