Free Rock Me Slowly by Dawn Sutherland

I’m drooling at the sight of his love gun. He is freaking massive and I really don’t know how the hell that is going to fit inside anything. I swallow back my surprise. He holds it with such a fierce possessiveness. I know in this instant that he knows exactly what he is doing in the bedroom department. I can’t stop staring at his cock, I find myself licking my lips in anticipation at how good that would feel inside of me. I’m also drawn to his lips and find myself wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to run my hands through his silky hair. I want to run my hands over every inch of his beautiful tattoos.
    Sophie, pull yourself together now, come on.
    “Awww baby if you really wanna test the goods you know where the heck I’m at.” Just that comment alone has doused my arousal for him. Why the heck does he have to make it sound so crude? I have strong feelings for him yet he always has to go ahead and cheapen the moment. He looks at me with such lust and then bang he is back to being the cocky, arrogant Josh again.
    “For crying out loud Josh why the hell do you do that every time. Just when I think we are getting along just fine you have to go and ruin it all to hell!” That is the second time in two days that I have raised my voice to Josh, something I don’t do very often. Josh just seems to make me more passionate and angry. I’m not sure which annoys me more.
    “Oh Sophie I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with me. Look, what can I do to make it up to you? Do you want a drink?” Bless him, he really doesn’t like to get me worked up and upset. It’s one of the things I love about him. Wait, did I just say love him? Crap.
    “No I don’t want a drink Josh.” No, definitely not, there is far too much drinking going on about here.
    “I know, I will wash your hair for you. It will relax you baby. Let me do this for you, okay?” I hope he manages to do this small task without trying to make it sexual. Although I don’t really want him to touch me because I just know that it will awaken the sexual desire that I feel for him again. I just can’t seem to control it at all and it is starting to overrule me now.
    “Okay Josh you can wash my hair but I mean it, none of your funny shit otherwise I will put a stop to it right away, got it?”
    “Would I?” Yes you bloody well would. Any excuse with Josh just to touch me. His touch just seems to send an electric current running throughout my body; it puts every nerve ending onto red alert. I have never had a man affect me like that, it’s frightening.
    “Yes mister I think you would.” He smiles his gorgeous smile once again and I can almost feel my heart stop for a moment. Why does he keep doing this to me? That smile alone could get my panties off.
    “Okay beautiful just lie back and relax.” And I do. I close my eyes and drift with the soothing feel of the showerhead spraying warm water all over my head. This is what I have been needing. My stress levels have been hitting the roof the last few days. Mainly because the guy’s first gig is tomorrow night and I have been working pretty much non-stop. It’s been hard going but I think it’s all taken care of now.
    “Just going to put in the shampoo now gorgeous.” The endearment isn’t lost on me; he can actually be very sweet when he wants to be. As Josh massages the shampoo into my hair I can’t help but let out a small guttural moan. Josh halts his hands mid massage and I wonder what I have done to stop his ministrations.
    “Everything okay Josh?”
    “Sophie I won’t be in a minute if you don’t stop that moan from your lips.”
    His hands are so big and masculine and his fingers. God his fingers. I can feel the rough edge to them, no doubt from playing the guitar for so long. Josh works his way down to the nape of my neck and the action sends heat pooling in-between my legs. Josh doesn’t know it but that is one of my erogenous zones. I have to get him to move his hands back up