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I unscrew the nob and water trickles in a fine mist out of the showerhead onto me. The feeling instantly refreshes my grumpy mood into the desired cool down mode I longed for. After a long day of matinees for my latest stage production, I am exhausted. My muscles relax as I adjust the hot and cold to a lukewarm temperature. I turn around to wet more hair, facing the way I entered. The man I’ve been going steady with, this is his place. The walk-in shower takes up a majority of the space in his ensuite’s bathroom, which I’ve never experienced as I don’t usually live in luxury. The bumper to bumper traffic of Los Angeles is quietened in this mansion up on Beverly Hills.
The water slides down the drain as shower thoughts roll in. I have been to his place multiple times now. It’s a beautiful, modern property that houses him, and his mother as well. She’s a lovely woman, tending to the garden on her side of the fence in the smaller house. The separation gives us privacy.
My man and I started our thing a couple of months ago and the relationship buddened with amazing chemistry from the start. He has always listened to what I’ve had to say, when not many other blokes have and I really do love that the high expectations for my first relationship are being met. He waters the flowers of my creativity and imagination into reality, seeing us as the team we have made ourselves to be together.
I begin my haircare routine with shampoo first and a memory pops up: Him and I were on the roof of this very house, staring at the blinking stars before us while we were laying on our backs, the fire pit crackling a few feet away. My hand was relaxed beside me and he casually linked his small finger with mine. I turned my eyes from my view of the constellations glittering above, to my left, his chocolate eyes reflecting some of the dark night sky. He smirked at me sheepishly. It was 2 AM and we had chatted so much that a comfortable silence had settled between us.
‘I wish moments like these could last forever.’ He whispered tenderly over the crickets that chirped at a good enough distance to not be distracting.
‘I… I do too.’ I replied. I turned my shoulders his way. I hesitated with the thoughts that had filled my head in the stretches of silence we had. I brought our hands up and took in the details of his fingers wrapped around mine, my artistic mind flaring with longing to sketch what I saw, how I feel about him.
A memory flashed across my mind of a movie I once saw, a young blonde man gazed longingly at a naked woman lounging on a sofa as her eyes twinkled at him. He took painstaking seconds to commit her curves to the paper with his hands and pencil. The eroticism of the scene made me feel hot. The man in that film shares a name with the one that laid beside me, and I know for a fact that they both love their woman with the same intensity, so much so that they would hear and understand anything she would want.
He noticed me hesitate when he smiled, ‘What’s wrong?’ He searched my face, wishing to read me just by my expressions.
‘Promise me you won’t judge.’ I said with timid uncertainty that I didn’t usually possess while in his company.
This is a topic we had danced around due to my… inexperience. He knew that when the time came for me to open up, he would wait. I believed the timing was perfect. He had shown I could trust him by his patience and loyalty towards me.
His eyebrows raised and he grabbed my left hand with his other hand, cupping it and rubbing his thumb along my cold knuckles. He exhaled and the air created a cloud that reminded me of how flustered he gets whenever he exerts his body in the gym. The way his veins pop in his arms and hands just like the way they were then, even hours after being away from his consistent dedication to a healthy physique. I blushed.
He waited for what I’d wished to say. ‘You know I’m… not as experienced as I should be, but I want to do it. Not tonight, but soon.’ My heart squealed in excited nausea. We’ve discussed what I hinted at when laying in his bed, late at night when we’ve had nothing else to say. I’m not the type to wait for marriage but for the suitable person I wish to share that intimacy with, which I’d found.
His recognition of what I was implying brought out his pearly whites that shined in the fire and moonlight. He scooted closer, our noses only a few centimetres apart. ‘You don’t have to feel like you wanna rush in, whenever you’re ready… Is in the bed okay or?’
‘I want it to happen in like a water related sort of thing. Does that make sense? And… I really want it in the shower.’ I giggled out of embarassment. He nodded profusely and I laughed behind my free hand at the realisation I had just blurted out my sexual fantasy.
He kissed my neck and the wetness went cold in the freezing dawn air. ‘No, tell me everything you want. I want to give you the best that I can.’
I mirrored his smile. ‘I like really… really want to try the showerhead kinda thing first.’
He raised his thick brows once more, ‘Wet and wild little Miss Independent will get what she wants.’
We both laugh at his teasing and meet each other with a warm kiss. I’m relieved that my request had been met with unbiased support.
The water temperature goes hot for a split second and it brings me back. I adjust the tap and put a smooth pea sized amount of conditioner throughout my hair which makes the blonde strands sleek and untangled.
The music from the speaker I placed on the sink fills the room with melodic beats and the vocals of a pop artist who longs for the depth of her ex’s love, how she cannot find new love like the love he gave her.
The door closes with a click and I peer through the obscure glass wall on my right to see his tall silhouette. I continue washing my hair.
He drapes his toned arms over the half built brick wall that’s connected to the glass, which comes up to his abdomen, while it comes up to my chest. He reaches to touch my back with something other than his hand, sending tingles up my spine. I peer behind to see he’s holding out a loofah which I smile at him in thanks for sharing. I wet it and use some body wash to clean my body.
I instinctively jump at sudden contact. He’s moved around the wall to stand behind closely, brushing me. I turn around and encircle him with my arms, pulling his naked self closer. Funny how I was just thinking about him and now he’s close by again.
‘I think… you are my birthday present.’ I say out loud as I push his hair off his wet face.
He rocks against me and leans down to kiss my forehead, taking the loofah from my hands and rubbing my body from my chest to my ankles. He hasn’t done this before and I’ve never thought he would be comfortable enough to do so.
When he rises again, he searches my face with tender eyes before slowly leaning down to kiss me. It reminds me of our first kiss. We both inched closer and closer subtly as his scent grew stronger. A familiar musk that makes me dive onto his bed and snuggle his pillow to sense it again and again. This moment is similar to that first kiss but distinct in anticipation and wet. I feel glad to privately enjoy him away from the paparazzi that has grown to hound him with each movie feature he’s in.
He continues rubbing the loofah over my back, giving me goosebumps while we make out. I break away to take it from him and add more body wash which I use over his lean physique, he cradles me in his toned arms. His abs jut out beautifully.
Running his hands through my soaked hair soothes me. I place the loofah on the wall seat that’s to the right. He pushes me gently back into the spray of the shower head. Soap suds fall to the ground and disappear into the drain.
He looks down upon me with admiration that borders on lust. His smirk gives away his flamboyant excitement that shows his age as he is two and a half years younger than me, nevertheless his prowess and skills override that since he is a fantastic kisser. I’ve allowed him to touch me before when we were watching a 90’s film. It happened while there was a scene, the wise vampire looked down at his long deceased soulmate who was reincarnated. “I have crossed oceans of time to find you.” And the look he gave her mirrors him this very moment.
The fact that the two lovers found each other when one came from the other side of Europe, to be together in the middle just like the fact that this man comes from the western hemisphere as an American and I’m from the northern hemisphere as an Australian. We’ve been able to meet in the middle, in Italy when we worked on a European film production and clicked so well. The fact that fate destined us makes it feel extra special to share this level of intimacy.
I arch my back and push my neck out as he suckles my exposed throat and kisses the edge of my shoulder. I turn around and place my palms against the tiles. He continues his course with kisses to the back of my neck. The coolness of his silver neck chain lightly taps my shoulder blade. I place his warm hand to fondle my chest. All the while, his other hand has caressed it’s way to my thigh and he enters two fingers, and I gasp excitedly. Grinding himself against me, he grows hard hearing me moan. I push back, feeling his chest heave with thrill.
Next, the water stops coming out and hitting my arm. It hits my thigh as he puts the showerhead between my legs, warmth exhilarates me and I cannot handle him and the water, ecstasy building. He hits the spot and I have what feels like stacked orgasms. I spin around and he takes my breath away, kissing me all over. It passes and I pant. I tug his hair lightly. He looks at me for permission. I nod.
He pulls my hand and we land on the wall seat beside the shower and across from the glass wall. I grind myself against his curve and we shudder with pleasure, the kiss leaving our mouths open and eyes sparkling, eye contact focused intently only on each other.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts me up and carries me to the ensuite’s lush bed. The overhead lace curtains part when he props me on the edge of the cool cotton quilt, water soaks it quickly. The window across is covered with matching lace curtains, specks of sunset tangerine, cotton candy and sunflower filter through.
He turns to search through the bedside table for protection. I catch my breath and as he comes closer, he slides across the bed into our next kiss.
I run my hands through his wet curls, off of his face and caress his cheek. His hands stroke my thigh and caress my breast as he enters me. I bite his lip. He made it in easily from using the showerhead and his fingers so my walls aren’t tight. I smile at him. I hear Beyoncé’s distant singing a melody about haunting a lover, from the bathroom speaker.
Water drips off us as he begins to rhythmically push in and out to my moaning. He drapes my legs over his shoulders to go deeper which gives me frisson.
We switch positions to me riding him. I watch for the brow crease and his breathing to hitch to increase the pace. He grips my back and my thighs begin to ache. He breaks away from the steamy make out to moan my name deliciously.
I remove myself and we experience the bliss together. He gets up to dispose of the rubber and goes back into the bathroom while I relax. He returns with my personalized towel that he wraps me up in and hugs me tightly. ‘That was the best I could’ve asked for.’ I whisper as he plants a kiss on my lips.
‘I’m glad.’ He replies.
The first experience of many to come.
I can’t wait.