A Many Splintered Thing / Day 28: it sent a thrill straight down the center of her from to top of her head to the soles of her feet...

 Well, one thing I've learned to accept about myself is this...I cannot CANNOT! resist the shower sex. It's impossible.

So...guess what today's entry is about? Hmm...kittens? candy? or maybe...zee shower sex!

XOXO
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Dahlia
“Are you at least going into town if you’re not going to tell me what’s going on with tall, dark and troubled up at the guest house?” Caroline asked.
Dahlia blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I can go into town. I have some stuff I need to get for the house. Why?”
“Because I want to go directly home. Stan is making me dinner and…” Her friend grinned and whispered. “I don’t feel like getting up early to get baking powder. I’m making Harrison those scones he likes in the morning but somehow—don’t ask me how—we’re out of baking powder.” She shrugged. “I was just wondering if you might be going to town tonight.”
It would be nice to show Caleb town if he wanted to go. She knew she should not assume that the two of them were now joined at the fucking hip just because they’d hit the sheets twice. Three if you counted the night before when no actual fucking took place and yet…
“Are you daydreaming or remembering?” Caroline asked. “Because your face is turning red, red, red.”
Dahlia shook herself and cleared her throat. “Hush up. I’ll go get you your baking powder tonight. I’ll bring it up to the house when I come in tomorrow or you can pick it up or—“
“We’ll figure it out,” Caroline said, waving a hand. “Thanks. And please get the Hane’s and while I’m saying it, might as well get me four.”
“Four!”
“I bake a lot and there are a lot of people here,” Caroline said. She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with two twenties. “Bring me the receipt for petty kitchen cash, M’kay?”
“M’kay,” Dahlia echoed and winked.
Harrison and Jas were still gone and she was grateful. It was only five and she figured she could go home and take a shower and then take Caleb (if he wanted to go, she reminded herself) to The Rice Barn. A grocery store slash eatery slash hangout joint slash coffee place owned by a local family with the last name of Rice. The store name amused her, though, she always pictured a big picturesque barn full of piles and piles of rice.
“You better get back to him before you start daydreaming again,” Caroline said. “You look in danger of more mental meandering.”
Dahlia stuck her tongue out but did just that. She went out the kitchen door after hugging her friend and hurried to the guest house. The lawn was the quickest route so she cut across all the perfectly maintained grass.
At the house, she heard the shower running. A beer was open on the living room table. She didn’t let herself analyze it, she went down the hall to his room and stripped, dropping her clothes near the foot of his bed where his dirty clothes were piled.
She didn’t knock and she didn’t call out. She simply pushed the shower curtain back and climbed in. He turned to her, surprised at first, his shoulder muscles bunching from anticipation of a confrontation. But when he saw it was her his big arm snaked out to grab her and he pulled her close to kiss her.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he whispered, but kissed her again before she could answer.
Dahlia took his length in her hand even as she kissed him back. He was wet and warm and his cock was so hard in her hand it sent a thrill straight down the center of her from to top of her head to the soles of her feet.
She knew what she wanted to do and it surprised her. So fast. So new. She’d never been ready to do that for a man so early into things. It was an act, for her, that could feel horribly wrong if she rushed it. But she wasn’t rushing it. Not at all.
She kissed his chin and his shoulder. His hand rand down her wet skin and danced across the ends of her dripping hair. “Where are you, Dahlia? You’re way down deep inside yourself,” he said.
“Just thinking about what I want to do,” she said above the rush of the shower.
She dragged her tongue across the water beading on his chest and skated her fingertips down his hipbones. Then she dropped to her knees, one of the green alligator slip mat she’d bought for the guest house just to annoy Jas bit at her kneecaps.
It was as simple as breathing on him at first and stroking her hand up and down the tops of his thighs and around his hipbones. She watched him go from semi-erect to completely hard and ready. His cock stood out showing his eager response to her humble attempt at seduction.
Dahlia gripped the base of his cock and sucked just the tip of him into her mouth. She slipped her tongue all along the silken wet skin of his cockhead.
Caleb made a gruff noise that seemed to originate in his chest. He placed both hands on the top of her head but there was no pressure and the touch was gentle. As if he sensed that anything heavy handed could turn this from a modest act of giving pleasure to something much darker. Much worse.
He began, as an afterthought, no doubt, to move his hands away but she shook her head, driving her lips further down his shaft to encompass more of him. She parted her lips and said, “Leave them. Please.”
He left them, twining his fingers through her hair. He thrust forward, his pleasure leading him, but not too much. She was very much in control of this scenario and he understood that. Past lovers hadn’t understood—why would they? But Caleb knew and he was reading her every motion as an instruction.
That thrill shot through her again. Feeling like joy and power and heat all entwined. It settled between her legs and she felt the throb and pound of her heart in her pussy.
She shut her eyes again. This was about giving something to Caleb and she could deal with her own demanding nether bits later.
The random thought made her smile.
She cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Just enough pressure to trigger that motion in his lean hips again. That involuntary thrust that speaks of arousal so demanding your body moves without your permission. She was aware of that sensation. He provoked it in her.
Dahlia drove her lips lower, her mouth kissing the base of his cock. His bristly pubic hair tickled her lips and she inhaled deeply through her nose to make room for him in her throat. Then she did it all again. Moving her mouth faster, her tongue more intensely, her lips more insistently until he was simply holding the ends of her hair in his fingers and using it as reins. He thrust but kept it gentle, she could tell he was tempering himself.
She tilted her gaze up at him and when their eyes met and he was paying attention, she gripped his hands and squeezed them around the hair he clutched. Then she drove her mouth to the base of him roughly.
This, she was saying in her head. Do this.
Her heart staggered with happiness when he got it. He held her hair and drove into her throat deeply now. Stealing her breath, startling her whole body. When she shut her eyes a single tear leaked out. More from his understanding than anything else. She hated crying but this single instance felt like it came straight from her soul and she could live with that.
He thrust once more and hissed. His come coated her tongue and he tried to pull free of her mouth but she held him by the hips, locking him in place. Another thing that never happened for Dahlia. She usually moved immediately, painting herself with come to give the visual to her lover. But she didn’t question this instinct or dissect it. She simply acted with her heart.
He said her name roughly, his whole body trembling as he held her hair in his hands. When she released him, he offered his hand and helped her up. Then he pushed her to the wet wall and kissed her.
Dahlia broke the kiss and laughed. “I thought you might want to go to town with me. Get some food. Look around.”
“Sweetheart, I’d follow you anywhere.” 


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