Breaking the Silence (11 page)

A soft whine from the doorway interrupted her thoughts and Jenny turned her head to see Rosie, anxious for breakfast and a trip outside. Jenny carefully untangled herself from Will and blankets and slipped out of bed. Rosie dashed down the stairs and back up again, spinning in canine excitement.

After pulling on just enough clothes to not get arrested or frostbitten during their quick trip outside, Jenny stumbled downstairs after her dog.
Rosie is
way
too happy for this hour of the morning
, she thought sourly, shoving her bare feet into her boots. Jenny couldn’t hold onto her bad mood, however, since she knew that she was just a few chilly minutes away from sliding back into bed with a fantastic man and his almost-as-fantastic body heat.

The sunlight woke Jenny, heating her eyelids and turning the light behind them red. It was late, she could tell, and Jenny had an instant of half-asleep panic that she would be late for work before she remembered that it was Saturday.

Good
, she thought, burrowing more deeply into her pillow. Her hard pillow. Her hard, warm, covered-in-muscles pillow. Jenny’s eyes popped open.
William.
Here, in her bed. She watched his sleeping face inches from hers and felt a sense of unreality about the whole situation.

Asleep next to her was a man she had met ten days ago, a stranger in many ways, but she already knew so many little details about him—his smell, the taste of his excitement, the feel of his stomach rippling under her thighs. He was crazily familiar to her, enough to make her feel pretty sure that, even if she were blindfolded, she could pick him out of fifty naked guys. Giggling quietly at the visual that thought conjured up, she watched his eyes move under his lids, noticing his long, girly eyelashes, so out of place on that severely planed face.

Blond stubble caught the light and Jenny remembered how it had felt between her legs early that morning—the contrast between his raspy cheeks and his soft lips and tongue. At the thought, blood rushed to her pussy and she pressed her legs together in reaction. Sore muscles protested the movement, reminding Jenny that it had been three years, after all, since they had been used in such a way. A shower sounded tempting and she really had to pee, although not enough to move out of the warm tangle of their bodies. At some point after their latest go-round, Jenny had pulled the covers over them and it was delightfully cozy in the bed.

As she snuggled back into the warm wall of man next to her, Jenny’s squirming woke Will. She watched his expression, still partially softened from sleep, change from the confusion of waking up in a strange bed to comprehension to such complete and utter contentment that Jenny gave another wriggle, this one from happiness.

“Good morning,” Jenny said softly, kissing him on the nose.

Will smiled, a slow, sleepy curl of his mouth, and returned her kiss, skipping her nose and going straight for her lips. Deepening the embrace, he rolled her onto her back, ending up on top. He kissed her again and Jenny melted, almost forgetting her soreness, her morning breath, everything—except she really
did
have to pee. She pulled back, breaking the kiss. “I’m going to shower—want to join me?”

Will nodded, his eyes still hot from the kiss.

Jenny waited with an expectant expression.

“What?” he asked. His voice was even growlier in the morning, she noticed.

“In order to get to the shower, I’m afraid we have to get out of bed. I wanted to go with one of those in-bed shower options, but it was just too expens— Eek!” Jenny broke off with a squeal as Will rolled off her and out of bed, scooping her up in one smooth movement. Laughing, she threw her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the bathroom, the bed covers trapped between their bodies and trailing along behind them.

“If the shower won’t come to the bed, bring the bed to the shower huh?” Jenny teased, holding up a corner of the sheet. Will untangled the sheet and quilt, switching Jenny from one arm to the other but never putting her down. She marveled at his easy strength, loving again how small and delicate he made her feel, how safe.

When they were unencumbered by bedding, Will strode into the bathroom with his giggling passenger. Once in, however, he was a little uncertain how to proceed. Jenny decided for him, squirming free of his hold and heading for the toilet.

Unsure of where to look, Will busied himself with turning on the shower, testing the temperature with more care than was really necessary. Somehow, Jenny peeing in front of him seemed more personal than having sex. He didn’t even know if he would be able to go with her in the room. The possibilities for embarrassment seemed endless. What was easy and effortless in the darkness of night, in a sweeping wave of desire, now seemed fraught with uncertainty. Eating together, dressing, talking—how could he forget the years of solitude, of silence, and suddenly become a normal person, someone who knew how to exist with another human being?

The sound of the toilet flushing startled him from his thoughts. He had to smile at being brought out of his personal crisis by such a prosaic sound. Jenny squeezed by him to step into the shower.

“Hurry up!” she ordered as she tipped her head back to wet her hair. “I’ll need someone to wash my back pretty soon.” She reached for her shampoo and started to sing.

Since she wasn’t even paying attention to him, relieving himself wasn’t a problem. He even carefully lowered the seat lid. Will didn’t know if that was just a myth made famous by the advice columnists or if women really did get annoyed by men who went around leaving the seat up, but he thought it better to err on the side of caution. Jenny was still singing when he joined her in the shower. Her voice was nice—nothing fancy, but she made up for it with enthusiasm.

“Sounds good,” he said, enveloped in a cloud of steam that smelled like her—fruit and soap with female undertones.

“Thanks!” Jenny grinned at him through the spray. “Want to join in?”

Will smiled and shook his head. He reached for whatever it was that she had been using to wash herself. Will examined it more closely. It looked like a mesh snowball.

“It’s good for exfoliating,” she explained. Will nodded as if he knew anything about exfoliation—or cared—before handing it back to her. He would rather use his hands, he thought, reading the label of one of the multitude of bottles—cleansing serum. He wasn’t exactly sure what that was but he was pretty sure it was for hair. The next one was conditioning balm. Probably for hair too, Will thought, putting it back. The next one was leave-in conditioner. With all the things she put in it, no wonder her hair was so shiny and soft. On the fourth try, he actually found body wash and squeezed some into his cupped palm. Working up lather, he started smoothing his slippery hands down her arm.

“So, what are you going to sing with me?” Jenny asked him. He heard her breath catch and hoped it was his touch that caused it.

“Hmm?” he asked, massaging the bubbles over her hands. Jenny’s eyes half closed as he rubbed between her knuckles, his fingers slipping across the flesh between her fingers and massaging her palms. Moving back up her arm, he soaped her shoulders and the sides of her neck, slipping beneath the wet fall of hair that hung down her back.

“How about Aerosmith?”

Will went back for more body wash. He turned her away from him before gathering her hair over one shoulder so he could wash her back. Beneath the wet skin, he could watch the muscles move at his touch. Was it just last night that he had felt her back for the first time and been amazed by the life and movement of her body? It seemed as if he had been with her forever, that he’d always known that she had a small mole just above her right butt cheek. He touched it and saw Jenny quiver at the touch, as if she had gotten a small shock.

Jenny started singing “Love in an Elevator”. Will choked a little and Jenny turned her head to grin at him, droplets from the mist clinging to her eyelashes and eyebrows and her face flushed from the steam.

“Well,” she admitted, “I would change it to ‘Love in a Shower’, but ‘shower’ doesn’t work—not enough syllables. Come on—just admit you know all the words. You can’t resist the hair band.” She started singing again, throwing in some air guitar.

Will laughed—he couldn’t help it.

Jenny joined in, unable to keep singing. She loved that she had gotten him to laugh—it was the first real belly laugh she had heard from him that wasn’t stifled or masked by a cough or a grunt. His hands slipped around her to give her a hug, her back to his front. Jenny leaned her wet head against his shoulder and wished they could stay like that forever in the hot shower spray.

“You’re distracting me from my washing duties,” Will told her, sliding his hands across her stomach.

“Sorry—what could I have been thinking? I can’t go around only half clean,” Jenny said in mock horror. She stood obediently and let him turn her so he could wash her other arm. That hand got the massage treatment too.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” Jenny asked and then immediately wished the words back in. He probably had a stunning ex-girlfriend who was a masseuse and taught him all about pressure points and release.

Will glanced at her face, puzzled. “Do what?”

“Do that amazing hand massage thing.”
Please, no hot masseuse ex,
no
hot masseuse ex…

Shrugging, he looked back down at her hand. “I just touch you how I want.” He gave her that adorable, bashful, corner-of-the-eye look. Jenny was positive that he had to practice that in the mirror—it was just too cute for words.

“You like it?” he asked, his hands still.

“Are you kidding? It’s bone-melting!”

Will gave her another one of his shy, happy smiles.
Speaking of melting
, she thought, although that smile was directed more at her heart.

No—no heart action here, Jennifer
, she reprimanded herself sternly.
You haven’t known
blondie
here long enough to—

Oh who was she kidding? She was a goner for sure.

He was washing her breasts now, crouching down in front of her so that he was at eye level with her chest. He swept his slippery hands across the tops and soaped underneath, dabbing soap suds on the erect points of her nipples before moving down to her belly.

“Tease,” Jenny said, her voice husky.

Will slid the tip of one slick finger into her bellybutton, ignoring her accusation. His hands slipped around the triangle of hair and trailed down to her thighs. He washed her legs and her feet, lifting one foot at a time, nudging his fingers between her toes, massaging her heel and the arch while Jenny tried to keep her balance with one hand against the tiled wall.

Working back up her calves, rubbing and kneading, Will’s slippery hands slid around to the front of her thighs and between, higher and higher until he just brushed her pussy with the barest tips of his fingers. He worked soapy lather into her curls, working the hair into sudsy twists, each twirl pushing Jenny further and further into mindless pleasure. She groped blindly for the shower door, trying to stabilize her suddenly boneless legs.

After a teasing flick of a single finger, Jenny’s clit was abandoned as Will tugged at her hips, turning her around to face the spray. The water washed the suds from her front and Will, soaping his hands, turned his attention to her backside. He ran slippery hands across her ass cheeks, tracing the sides, sliding underneath where her buttocks met the tops of her thighs and back up, massaging the muscles and running both thumbs in the slick crevice.

Will slid three soapy fingers from the base of her spine into her crack, slipping easily between her cheeks to the tightly drawn entrance of her anus. Without warning, he slid a finger into her with one smooth thrust.

Jenny’s body clamped on the digit, her hips twisting as she almost came. In a dim corner of her mind, she was amazed by that—how could he make her come with just one soapy finger up her ass? Slipping out as quickly as he had snuck in, Will moved his hand to her lower back and pressed, tipping her forward until Jenny was bent over at the waist, hands against the wall above the faucet, legs spread, open to his slippery, invading fingers.

Will soaped her pussy, sliding between the folds, brushing her clit teasingly before sliding two soapy fingers into her. Slowly he pulled them out, rubbing against the slick walls of her vagina as he went. When he pushed in again, he added another finger, stretching her around the thick digits. Jenny’s soreness from earlier was forgotten, buried in the crushing desire to be filled, crammed full of him—fingers, cock, it didn’t matter. Just something to ease this aching need. She pushed against his hand, trying to hurry his stroke, but he pulled his fingers out instead.

Jenny whimpered in protest, almost frantic now for him to plunge into her, hard and fast. Will filled his mouth with the shower spray and moved his head so his mouth was almost touching her pussy. He pressed the water out between his teeth in a sharp stream. Jenny jumped as the needling spray hit her, amazed by the incredible sensations emanating from that tiny pulse of water coming from his mouth.

“How—?” she began to ask, breaking off when the stream of water hit her clit sharply and her climax struck with instant force.

Her legs buckled and Will grabbed her around the waist just in time to keep her from falling. Her orgasm had caught both of them by surprise—Will had just been playing with the water, like a kid at the swimming pool, never imagining that he could make Jenny come with just that. He was awed by how they could make each other feel, the incredible and terrifying power that each had over the other’s body—and mind. Wrapping his arms more tightly around her, Will pulled her back against his chest, supporting her weight until Jenny was able to get her legs underneath her.

“Wow.” She glanced up at him, her expression of startled amazement slowly being replaced by humor. “That was quite a trick. You are one dangerous man.”

Will just shrugged and shook his head a little. He suddenly realized that the water was lukewarm—more on the luke side than the warm.

“I think our time’s up.” Jenny had noticed the chill in the water too. “I have a big water heater but even it has its limits.” She shot him a laughing look and ducked out of the shower.