I stood still for several seconds, not sure where to start—what to do. He and I had had sex hundreds of times, and we’d definitely become comfortable with each other’s bodies, but this felt more sensual—more intimate.

“Claire?” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. “Start with my tie.”

I rose up on my tiptoes and looped my fingers through the knot, trying my best to avoid his heated gaze. As the tie fell to the floor, I began unfastening his shirt’s buttons—smiling as I felt his skin warm up, as I felt his reaction to me.

I reached up and slid the shirt off his shoulders, taking my time with his sleeves. I stared at the perfectly chiseled chest that stood in front of me, running my hands across it and biting my lip.

“Finish.” He caught my wrist and darted his eyes from mine to his pants.

I unbuckled his belt, sliding it free from the pant loops. I undid the button on his slacks, and they fell down to the floor without any help.

Since he’d already slid out of his shoes, he smirked and playfully tugged at his dark blue briefs, where his huge erection was straining against the fabric.

I bent down to pull them off, but instead of using my hands, I used my teeth. I sat up on my knees and rubbed my hands up and down his length—making him gasp, and then I took all of him into my mouth.

I eased him in and out, slowly flicking my tongue against his shaft. I cupped his balls in my hands, softy massaging them as I sucked on him faster and faster.

“Claire...” He groaned. “Claire, stop.”

I slowly pulled back like I was going to consider his pleas, but then I twirled my tongue around his thick tip, watching him shut his eyes in tortured pleasure.

His guttural response to me was driving me insane; I felt so in control. I forced all of him into my mouth again, feeling his muscles twitch and spasm with the hard pressure of my tongue.

I started massaging him with my hands again, sucking on him even harder, but he yanked me up by my shoulders and spun me around.

He bent me over the marble counter and slid a finger inside of me, forcing wetness to slip down my thighs.

I waited to feel exactly what I wanted—what I needed. I waited for him to impale me and make me scream, but nothing came. Before I could turn around and ask what was wrong, I felt him lifting me into his arms and carrying me across the room—towards the shower.

The glass doors slid open as we approached, and as soon as he set me down on the floor, the lights that hung above started to glow in a soft yellow. The water jets that protruded from the walls and the ceiling began to spray warm water over us.

He walked over to a hanging shelf and picked up a couple of pink bottles. “Tonight isn’t about me, Claire. It’s about you.” He spun me around so my back was against his torso. Then he began palming my breasts with one hand. “You are very tempting though...” He pressed his erection against my ass—frustrating me, making me want to turn around and—

“Are you about to say something, Claire?” The way he said my name made me yearn for him even more. “Are you frustrated?” he whispered in my ear. “Tempted to try me because you don’t believe what I said about not talking?”

I sucked in a breath and shook my head.

“I hope not.”

The next thing I felt were cool droplets being squeezed onto my head. Then I felt his hands gently spreading the cream all over my hair.

I shut my eyes and leaned against him as he lathered my hair, as he moved his fingers around my scalp in a circular motion, leaving no part untouched.

Please don’t stop...

He poured more droplets into my hair and massaged me again and again, making me weaker with each rotation of his fingertips.

“Does it feel good?” he whispered, pulling all of my hair to the top of my head.

I murmured, “Yes...” and I could sense him smiling behind me.

He pushed my head forward so that it was directly underneath one of the water jets, and he took his time rinsing my hair clean.

When there were no more suds sliding towards the drain, I tried to lean against him again.

“Stand still.” He held my shoulders, preventing me from doing that. “I’m not done.”

I sighed. Then I felt him caressing my back with a soft loofah, brushing it around in soft circles, leaving a sweet vanilla scent on my skin. After he thoroughly scrubbed my legs, he kissed my right shoulder, trailing kisses across my back until he reached my left one.

He slid the loofah underneath my arms and rubbed it against my stomach, moving it up and around my breasts. He used his other hand to touch between my legs, to reposition a water jet so it was streaming up against my most sensitive part.

“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth tonight,” he whispered.

I gasped. “What?” And then I shook my head because I didn’t want him to think I was trying to be punished.

“You heard me.” He walked around so that we were facing each other, locking his eyes on mine. “I’m going to be your first, and I’m going to make you cum over and over and over again.” He lowered his head and kissed my lips. “It’s going to be so fucking good that you’re going to want me to be your last.”

My heart stopped—literally stopped, because my knees went weak and I leaned against the wall, sliding down onto the shower bench.

Letting out a low laugh, he leaned down and kissed me one more time. He walked over to the hanging shelf and grabbed a blue loofah, using it to spread a clear gel over his skin.

He turned around and looked into my eyes, running the soapy loofah across his perfectly carved chest, across his muscled abs. He let the suds sit on his body for a few seconds, and then he let the water trickle down his body and clear them away.

“Can’t stand up?” He raised his eyebrow and I bit my lip as he ran the loofah against his rock hard dick, as he used his hands to teasingly rub it up and down.

I tried to get up, but my legs were still numb. The strong pressure of the water jets against my body weren’t much help either.

All I could do was sit and watch as Jonathan teased me with that damn loofah, letting it caress all the places I wanted to touch.

After many more minutes of playful torture, he tossed it onto the floor and winked. “Still can’t stand up?”

I blushed and he walked over to me, pulling me up by my hands.

As soon as we stepped out of the shower, the water jets stopped and the lights turned white again.

He pulled me over to a bench that sat in front of the sauna and smiled. He slipped into a black robe and grabbed a small towel from a drawer, wrapping it around my hair. He took another towel—a larger one, and began pressing it against my skin, slowly rubbing it all over my body.

“You are so beautiful, Claire...” He brushed the towel between my thighs, making my body tense. “Especially when you look at me like that...” He placed a kiss against my thigh.

It took him a while to dry me, and I thought he would ask me to return the favor, but he didn’t. Instead, he unwrapped a brand new blow dryer and took his time drying every strand of my hair, massaging my scalp as tenderly as he’d done in the shower.

When he was finished, he stared at my naked body for several minutes, smiling as his eyes wandered up and down.

“Hold your arms up.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a black slip.

As I held my arms high, he slid the soft fabric over my head and tugged it down, smoothing it out in certain places.

I started to wonder if he bought the same standard slip for all of the other “serious” women he’d been with. But, as I looked at my reflection, I noticed that there was white cursive threading sewn onto the lace that covered my left breast. It read, “For Claire.”

“I’ve never bought lingerie for anyone else,” he whispered. “Only you.” He clasped my hand and led me out of the bathroom and down the hall.