Free Camera Shy by Lauren Gallagher

kind of liked it when you got carried away." His lips parted and his eyebrows jumped. Then he cleared his throat and offered a self-conscious smile. "Okay, so did I. But, you know what I mean."
    "Yes, I do." She put her hand on top of his. "You don't have to explain yourself, Jason. I enjoyed it."
    "Good. So did I." He touched her face. "I hope you'll at least stay for breakfast."

    No, no, you can't stay. Don't get wrapped up in this. Don't do it . Guilt tried to force its way to the surface, but she smiled it back. "Of course," she said. "It would be rude not to."
    He laughed and propped himself up on his elbow. He kissed her lightly.
    "Perhaps you'd join me for a shower?"
    "Of course." She rose from the bed, pausing to wince at the soreness in her hips. He watched her.
    "I didn't hurt you, I hope?" His expression was simultaneously concerned and mischievous.
    "Nothing a little stretching won't take care of." Oh, cute, Simone. Really cute . He laughed with a devilish twinkle in his eyes, but said nothing. He rubbed his arm and twisted a crick out of his back.

    She supposed they both should have known they couldn't get in the shower together and keep their hands off each other. She didn't see Jason grab the condom on the way out of the bedroom, but she did see him set it on the window sill in the shower. Great minds think alike, don't they?
    They had scarcely stepped under the water before he took her in his arms. The hot water felt wonderful on her skin, but not nearly as luxurious as Jason's hands all over her.
    His mouth engulfed hers, his lips and tongue doing to her mouth what they had done all over her body the night before. She tingled at the memory; his tongue was the stuff legends were made of.
    Simone broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. Crystalline drops of water rolled down his unshaven face like sweat. She imagined catching them with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his skin, and unconsciously swept her tongue across the bottoms of her teeth. He exhaled heavily as she did, licking his lips just before he kissed her again.

    Jason ached to be inside her again. God in heaven, he'd never wanted a woman like this. And the more he tasted her, touched her, the more he needed her. She pressed her weight against him, urging him to take a step back. As he did, the sudden chill of the tile wall took his breath away. He gasped and tried to step away from it, but her hands held his shoulders and kept him there.
    Then, she dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth before he could react. Her tongue swirled around his cock, sending overwhelming sensations all through his body.
    "Oh my God, Allyson," he murmured. He looked down, watching his cock disappear into her mouth, then reappear slowly, before she swallowed him again. He ran his fingers through her soaked hair. Her lips tightened around him, then loosened, then tightened again, each squeeze and release triggering a moan or a gasp. Holy hell, she's—
    Her hand joined her mouth, stroking up and down his shaft as her lips and tongue worked the head of his cock. Her hand squeezed and released in time with her mouth. A moment later, her other hand wrapped around just past her lips. Both hands and her mouth moved in harmony, but with slightly different movements, enveloping his cock in a melee of sensations like nothing he'd ever felt before. His hands clawed at the wet tile behind him. He arched his back and groaned with each stroke. She moved faster and faster, taking him deep into her mouth, her hands sliding along his shaft and sending electric shocks of pleasure all through his trembling body. If not for the wall behind him, he was sure he'd collapse. Each stroke inched him ever closer to climaxing. A powerful orgasm boiled within him. Not yet, not yet . He wasn't ready to come, not yet. He took her wrists and she stopped, looking up at him, a wicked grin on her face. He whispered breathlessly, "Come up here."
    She swept her tongue over his cock one last