Free Be With Me in Silicon Valley: The Juliette Trilogy (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 3) by Anita Claire

face is real bristly causing me to place my hands on either side of his mouth to save my face from whisker rash. Why do women like unshaven men, I wonder? It makes guys look rugged, but I sure have no interest in having their prickly whiskers near my sensitive skin.
    Pulling back, Nate laughs, “a little too prickly for you?”
    Kneeling on the toilet, I lean my elbows on the counter as I watch him shave. For some reason watching a guy shave is sexy. When he’s done, he doesn’t wash off his face but pulls me to him, our naked bodies rubbing against each other. Pulling away, he says, “How about you get that shower going; I’ll join you in a second.”
    Smiling, I rub my cheek against his freshly shaved cheek, as I coo into Nate’s ear “Mmm, freshly shaved cheeks.”
    Being a lover of a hot shower, I turn the water on and stand in the back of the bathtub, releasing my braid as I let the water warm up, giving Nate some privacy to do his business. By the time the water’s warmed up I’m standing under the shower head with my eyes closed, chin tipped up, letting the steamy water run over my body. The shower curtain rustles; I can feel the cool air enter, along with Nate.
    Raising his hand to the water, he says, “You like the water a little hot there. You think I can turn it down a bit?”
    “Only if you can figure out some other way to keep me warm.”
    Lowering the water temperature, he pulls me in tight, massaging each butt cheek with his hands. “Oh, I can find plenty of ways to keep you warm.”
    He then reaches to the shower shelf, grabs my shampoo and starts washing my hair. He lifts the strands high as I grab the soap, push away enough so I can wash his chest down to his rapidly expanding penis. Moving me under the flow, he washes the soap out of my hair. “Conditioner?” he asks.
    “Yes, my hair needs lots of conditioner. You can’t use too much on it.”
    He massages conditioner into every hair on my head, as I wash his magnificent shoulders and arms. As he moves me under the shower spray to remove the conditioner, I reach my arms around his torso and wash his wide, strong back and butt. Reaching for the soap, he lathers up his hands. Kissing me hard, my front plastered to his chest, my arms are now looped so my elbows are against his sides, my forearms are on his back with my hands on his shoulders. He lathers up my back, butt, and thighs, surprising me when he reaches in and washes my butt crack and folds. Releasing the kiss, he turns me around so my back is against his chest as he lathers up and slides his hands from my thighs up my stomach, over my breasts, and up to my shoulders. One hand is now massaging soap around my breasts, while the other slides down to my groin. Using his clever fingers, he spreads my folds and cleans all the crevices including sticking his fingers inside of me, as he licks and kisses my shoulder up to my ear. My body shakes, and I gasp from all the sensual stimuli.
    Pulling myself together enough to talk, I say, “Isn’t it my turn to wash your hair?”
    Chuckling in my ear, he says, “I’m not letting you idle your engine once I’ve gotten it this far.” Turning me around, he adds, “Lean your back against the wall.”
    As I follow his request, he reaches out of the shower and comes back with a condom that he rolls up his erect penis in one grand motion. Placing one hand on the wall next to my face, he smashes his mouth into mine. Reaching down, he lifts my knee into the crook of his elbow. Then he bends his knees giving himself a better angle as he penetrates me. It’s kind of scary, since I have no way to balance myself and am completely dependent on Nate for stability. Releasing the kiss, he bends his head and lays his cheek against my cheek. I hear him grunt while he continues to rock hard into me while I hang precariously onto his shoulders. Waiting until I come, he releases. When he’s done, he slowly lets down my leg and just stands there with his forehead