Connected: Part 4 of the On The Edge Series

"Merry Christmas." Billy nuzzled into my neck early the following day.

"Merry Christmas," I murmured back as I curled into his chest.

"What time do we need to get to your mom's place?" He asked as his hand floated over my bareback.

"Ten," I whispered as I let my fingertips glide over his collarbone. Even with his thick build, his clavicle seemed so delicate with its graceful contours. "I love you," I murmured after a moment.

"I love you too," he whispered back before kissing the top of my head.

"I should get in the shower." I sighed as I reluctantly pulled myself from Billy's warmth.

I let the water course over me as I shook each bottle in the shower, gauging if there was enough left to pack or leave behind for when I visited. If not for the cool air he let in when he entered, I wouldn't have noticed Billy join me until his lips met my shoulder and hands settled on my hips.

"I missed you," he cooed.

I leaned eagerly into him and let a hand cup the back of his stooped neck. "I missed you too. "Come on," I twisted, so he was also under the water.

"This is a nice showerhead," he added as he inspected it.

"Really? You have a hot naked girl in front of you, and you're staring at the showerhead?" I teased.

"It's a nice showerhead," he argued back.

I shifted him further under the stream so the water drenched his hair. "Sit so I can wash your hair," I directed.

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured as he sat down on my shower seat while I lathered up his hair.

His hands reached again for my hips while I worked. His thick thumbs glided over my hip bones as I massaged his scalp.

"That feels amazing," he whispered before kissing my stomach.

"Okay, I'm going to rinse; tell me if the water is too hot." I grabbed the retractable shower head and rinsed out his hair before repeating the process with conditioner. "You're all set," I announced.

"Thank you," he said as he rose.

I turned to put the conditioner away when he pulled me to his chest. I could feel him on my back as his chest rose and fell with each breath. Billy's lips again dipped to my neck, but this time his hands didn't stay on my hips. He let them rise to my breasts, each of his worn hands cupping my velvet skin until his fingers found my nipples, giving them a gentle tug, so they hardened to sensitive pearls. The sensation made my knees dip, but his body kept me upright. My lips parted to suck in more air as one hand glided down my stomach.

"May I?" His words blended with the water flow still coursing over my body.

"Yes," I breathed out as his hand slipped between my legs.

My knees buckled with one of his thick fingers found my clit, but his other arm held me safely against him. His fingers continued to explore my folds until first one, and then two fingers slipped inside me. My heart raced, pounding molten blood through my body as I was once again putty in his hands. His thick thumb continued to tease my tender nub as he worked his fingers in and out of me. I clumsily reached for the shower shelf for support, causing a few bottles to spill to the floor. The smell of my strawberry shampoo filled my nose as my body arched into Billy, threatening to knock him over, but his stock held us steady.

"Oh... my... I'm" was all I could get out before the swell took over me.

I fell back into Billy as my body took over, bucking against him, entirely unable to think straight. When I finally returned to my senses, Billy was holding me tightly to his chest with both arms wrapped around me as the water poured down on us.