June's voice interrupted my thoughts. She pushed her hair back from her forehead, slid her hands over the length of her hair and wrung out the water. "What are you looking at? You're creeping me out here."
"I'm looking at you," I said.
"Well stop," she said. But she grinned. Her cheeks were bright pink, and I couldn't tell if it was from the hot water or because she was embarrassed. Either way, it was cute.
Holy shit. I just thought of something as cute.
What the hell was going on with me? I was not a ten year old girl. I had no business thinking of anything as being cute. This woman was killing me.
"Hey, perv," June said. "Quit staring at me. Are you going to get under the water or what? I don't need you standing there, checking out my flabby thighs."
"Flabby thighs?" I asked, as I joined her under the warm water. I sidled up behind her, pressing my already hard cock against her ass cheek. "You've got to be kidding with that shit. Feel that? That's how much I like your flabby thighs."
June pressed her ass against my hardness. "I've gotten a lot older since we last saw each other, Cade. Gained some weight. Are you sure you still like what you see?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked. "You're feeling this, and you're asking me that question?" I pressed against her again. "That should leave no doubt in your mind that I like what I see."
"Mmm-hmm," she said. "I'm not the same as I used to be..." Her voice trailed off, and I couldn't see the expression on her face.
"Neither of us are, Junebug." We'd both changed, more than just physically. And there she was, concerned about what I thought about her thighs when I was the one with the scars all over my chest.
I reached up, pushing her hands above her head, guiding her palms to the side of the shower, flat against the surface, her back toward me. I trailed my hand down the middle of her back, lingering at the top of the curve of her ass. "On the other hand, I don't know. Maybe I need to examine those thighs before I make a determination about what I think."
"Don't be too harsh," June said. But her voice was light, joking.
"Don't tempt me," I said. "I seem to remember you liking it harsh."
“That was years ago, Cade.” But I knew she remembered the same things I remembered.
“Does that matter?” I asked. Still behind her, I knelt down in the shower at her feet, my hands at her ankles. The water ran down her back, dripping onto my face, and I blinked it out of my eyes, not caring. After all, I was between the legs of a beautiful girl. Or, I was about to be, anyway.
I ran my hand up over her calf, tight and muscled from running. Then I traced it up the outside of her thigh, the part she had been so self-critical of. I gripped her thigh with both hands, feeling the muscle twitch beneath my palms. Finally, I kissed the back of her leg.
She jumped, squirmed at my touch, and I heard her sharp intake of breath. "And?" She asked. "What's your verdict?"
"I'm not sure," I said. "I think that I might need to get a closer view." I kissed the inside of her thigh, right beside her knee, then further up. Pushing her leg to the side, I angled my head underneath her, leaving a trail of kisses up the inside part of her flesh, right to the fold at the top of her leg.
“So?” June’s voice was breathy. “What’s your assessment?”
“Mmm,” I said. I breathed in deeply, taking in her scent. “I’m going to say there’s nothing wrong with your legs at all.”
“No?” she asked, her voice raspy. I recognized the tone of her voice, remembered it from years ago, and it awakened something within me. From underneath her, the water from the shower beating down on my head and my back, I tried to reach her pussy with my mouth, but couldn’t from where I knelt. I heard her moan in frustration, waiting for me to make a move.
“Don’t worry,” I reassured her. “I’ll get there.” I teased her with my finger, slipping it inside her folds, and she let out a barely audible moan. I stroked her a few times, moving my fingers deeper and deeper.
“Cade,” she whispered.
Withdrawing my fingers from her, I brought them to my mouth, tasting her sweetness. And thought my cock was going to explode at the taste of her. “Shit, June, you taste good."
“Hurry,” she said. But I wouldn’t have been able to wait if I tried. I was rock hard, ready for her. Rising up, I kissed down the length of her neck, to her shoulder, slid my hands around her, and cupped her breasts. My fingers brushed over her nipple, and I felt her melt against me, pushing her ass further back into me. "Please, Cade."
I slid my cock between her legs, pressed my hardness against her willing pussy. “Oh, shit.”
“What?” She pushed farther against me, against my cock, and I felt the tip begin to slide inside, bare against her skin.
“Wait," I said. "Condom."
“Shit,” June said, tensing up.
“Don’t move.” I said, my voice harsher than I intended it to be. “I’ll be right back.” I jumped out of the shower, cupping my balls as I ran across the hardwood floors, the water dripping in pools, a path of wet footprints behind me. I grabbed a condom from the top of the nightstand and threw a glance at Bailey, lying in the corner. “Don’t look at me like that, girl.”