Read Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) for Free Online Page B

experience would be over. I turned to face him as he asked, and for the first time since the initial shampoo application, I opened my eyes. As Azmir’s arms were extended, working his deft fingers in my hair, I saw his chest muscles flex at every movement. His abdomen muscles were perfectly pronounced. I could never tire from experiencing the sight of him in the nude. Immediately, he caught my ogling, making me self-consciously embarrassed for sneaking a peek at him. He flashed his coochie-creaming smile and I was done.
    “Somebody’s excited,” he sang teasingly, gesturing to my hardened nipples, causing me to cover them with my hands.
    Why did I suddenly feel so shy? I guess it’s because usually when Azmir and I are naked in front of each other it is well known that we’re going to make love, but on this rare occasion it wasn’t expected. I was afraid to be forward, fearing rebuff. Then I thought if Azmir was so disgusted by me he wouldn’t put himself in a situation to be naked with me. As he rinsed my conditioner out he massaged the back of my head, firmly gripping my lower skull and thumbing behind my ears. It reminded me of what he did when I went down on him.
    Suddenly my modesty felt silly and I dropped my hands from breasts. I was surprised when I hit his very long, very thick, very hard, and very erect penis. My mouth dropped as I instantly lost control of my breathing and my eyes shot up to his face.
    He didn’t look me in the face when he coolly and slowly murmured, “Calm down, Brimm. I am a thirty-seven year old man. I can’t help my reaction to you, but I can certainly control my actions. You’re ill. I would never take advantage of your weakened state.” 
    How did he know I didn’t want him to take advantage of me? At that point, I was prepared to take advantage of him!
    “I am going to wash your body now. Okay?”
    My words failed me and all I could do was nod my head. He took his time scrubbing soapy bubbles over my body including my now sunken belly. I really need to step on a scale. Although I’d still experienced pain in some areas, the nerve endings embedded in my skin were overly–sensitive to his gentle contact. It was as if his touch dulled the pain. When he was done, I asked to wash him returning the favor, but he wasn’t too keen on the idea.
    “Brimm, I’m not sure I can handle that. You’re still fragile. I could feel your wincing at my trace.” Little did he know those winces were of pleasure.
    “No. I want to do this,” I demanded, grabbing his cloth and lathering it up.
    I started with his broad shoulders and extended out to his arms. Next was his carved chest then muscular abdomen, leading down to his silky trail. I dropped down to his perfectly molded legs and started washing at the thighs, but kept hitting my head on his erection. It was so long and heavy that I couldn't avoid it. My insides quivered and I was happy he couldn’t hear my moan over the sounds of the cascading water. I didn’t know how long I could spend washing his legs, it really wasn’t a complicated body part. I was trying to steal time to talk myself out of what my body yearned. I just couldn’t deal with rejection. I gave up and rose to my feet, bumping my head against him once again. How embarrassing !
    Once fully standing and facing head on with his chest he said, “Thanks,” with a generous smile.
    I grabbed my wash cloth and began washing my private parts, unable to look at him. I heard my labored breathing rushing through my head. I was so sensitive down there as I rubbed to wash and rinse. Azmir stood against one of the wall faucets, allowing the water from it to spring into his lower back. I knew he was waiting on me to finish so we could leave the shower together.
    I couldn’t resist anymore, I walked over to him and pushed my head into his chest, feeling exhausted from my internal battle. I couldn’t tell him that I wanted him desperately, and feared his indifference. He pulled me