Tyson's eyebrow rose in surprise, he hadn't anticipated that she would want to go ahead and take a shower first. This was something unexpected, he didn't think she would even take him up on the whole shower idea in the first place. Images began to swarm his mind of her body dripping wet from the water, and how her wet hair would form around her face. His blood started to flow to the spot between his legs and he was afraid that his speech wouldn't betray him so he only gave her a quick nod, and motioned for her to get up so they could make their way into the bathroom.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall smiled shyly as she stood and headed toward the bathroom back in his bedroom, assuming that was where they were going to be going. Once they got to the door though she paused and turned to face him. "Um...co...could you maybe go in first?" she asked with a nervous crack in her voice. "I just...I don't want you watching me as I undress...." she admitted looking down at her hands which were kneading one another with nervous energy. </span></span><br/><br/>At the door he noticed Lyall pause and woundered if she was going to back down. Her question made him smile and he took her hands which she was kneading together in his hands and kissed them slowly then nodded again. Tyson had regained a little bit more control over himself and he spoke softly. "Of course, anything to keep you comfortable. Don't keep me waiting long." He said then strolled into the bathroom, the door not closing completly behind him. Looking himself over in the mirror he was surprised that Lyall didn't sugest that he go take a shower, he looked like he really needed one. A chuckle escaped from between his lips and then began to strip. Once all his clothing were in a pile behind the door he went to the shower and turned it on, tested the water once or twice then climbed in and waited for Lyall to join him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall paced a bit outside the door, her chest tightening with a bit of panic though she was refusing to let it get to her. "I can do this....I want to do this......I can do this..." she repeated to herself a couple of times. Even jumping a bit when the sound of water came, because she was so focused on herself. Taking a moment to calm her beating heart she slowly undressed, removing Tyson's large clothing that she borrowed. Once naked she again looked down at herself, took a deep breath and then entered the bathroom. Without giving herself much time to think about being in the small confined space with him she quickly climbed into the back of the shower. </span></span><br/><br/>The water beated down, his back was to the back of the shower, his head tucked under the water faucet, letting it run all the bad oils away. He didn't hear her get in but he could smell her. His lips turned into a predatory smile and he took a look back at her, 'eyeing' her form. "I'm not going to get smacked or anything if I turn around am I?" he asked with a slight chuckle following suit after the question.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080"> Lyall shook her head, then released that he would not see it, "No....you can turn around" she said softly. Her eyes glancing at the play of the muscles on his back and shoulders. Instantly wanting to touch them and then not at the same time.</span></span><br/><br/>He slowly turned around and looked her up and down, he didn't let the smile show. Not wanting to scare her away, he reached out and pulled her closer. "There's no point in taking a shower if your not going to get wet." He said playfully then grabbed a bar of odorless soap and began to rub it in a circle in his hands, letting them become lathered. "Would you like me to wash you or do you wanna do it?" He asked a smile playing on his lips, hoping that she would begin to loosen up a little bit.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall bit her bottom lip nervously as she let him pull her closer, trying to not look him over too much though she very much wanted to. At his question she blushed, "Umm...you could....wash my back....I guess....is that ok?" she asked nervously. <br/></span></span><br/><br/>Tyson chuckled a little louder but still nodded,"sorry I don't mean to laugh, you just look so cute." he then motioned for her to turn around and once she did so he began to lather up her back. He accidentally brushed against her ass and once or twice the sides of her breasts, which he would mutter a sorry. His naughty hands even slipped between her legs stroking that sensitive area softly, which of course he was defiantly expecting to get a slap. All though before she could turn around and do anything he but away the bar of soap and grabbed some shampoo and put some in his palm, then slide some along his own hair then her own and she began to message her scalp. "I hope you don't object to this, I just love to message my girls scalp. It's rather enjoyable." He said calmly, though his dick was rather hard and making it hard to focus, he tried his best to not push it against her back or ass.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall kind of just stood there, trying to not freak out while also enjoying the sensations. His hands were strong, but gentle she could tell he was taking great care to not touch too much. When he began to wash her hair she closed her eyes to enjoy it or at least to try to enjoy it. She could tell he was aroused, he kept grazing her occasstionally with his....well...but she appreciated that he tried to not to. "It does feel nice..." she said softly. </span></span><br/><br/>He could tell she was beginning to loosen up a little bit by the way she was relaxing into him,"That's it just relax," He cooed to her, "Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to." Finally her hair was all lathered up and nicely soapy so he slide around her and leaned her back a bit, to rinse everything off, "Close your eyes nice and tight." he warned her so that soap wouldn't fall into her eyes. The water ran down her form and it was hard for him not to press his raging hard on against her, he felt bad but at the same wanted nothing more than to lift her up and ride her. Though he knew that fantasy would have to wait, she wasn't ready for a ride like that. Finally he decided that he would let her up and get the rest of the soap out of her hair while he lathered his own, of which he did slowly.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">When he let her up from the water she smiled shyly at him, "Here....let me..." she said and had him turn to give him her back. Then reaching up she began to wash his hair with the same care that he had her own. However, because of his height she had to reach up and lean into him to keep from falling. So her chest was pressed into his back, the light brushing making her nipples hard. Trying to ignore that she continued to wash his hair, though her eyes kept being drawn to his powerful shoulders. Her mouth yearning to taste and kiss that part of his body. </span></span><br/><br/>He smiled at her and did as she said. Her hands felt good agaisnt his scalp and began to make a purring like noise. He could feel her breast rubbing against his back and it made him grow even more harder. He wasn't even sure if that was possible for he was already pretty hard. After a while he wondered if it was uncomfortable for her to have to reach his and he knelt down on to his knees,"Here I think this may be a bit easier on you." He said and then he caught a whif of her sweet spot. It called to him and his mouth instantly watered. He wanted nothing more to do then turn around and have her on her back, with him eating her out. His thoughts ran rampet and he couldn't help but reach behind him and softly slide his finger along her sensitive area.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall continued to rub and massage his scalp, liking the simple but intimate contact between them. When his finger glided along her most sensitive spot she gasped and stiffened, not really sure what to expect or how to react. Standing there for a moment she allowed him to continue, and when nothing happened, i.e. she had no panic attack. She allowed herself to take the time to actually analyze the sensation. After a couple of passes with his finger her eyes were closed and her breathing had gotten deeper, heavier. Then a soft moan escaped her lips...</span></span><br/><br/>He heard her deep breathing and a smile emerged on his visage then soon came the moan and he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He wanted to lay her down and kiss her all along her body, finally he mutter something simple even though his voice was deep and laced with desire,"I want you." It was as simple as could be, blunt as it may be it was what he wanted, and even though he wanted her he wasn't about to scare her and ruin what they have achieved this far. Slowly he turned around, still on his knees he faced her, his eyes were somewhat closed as he was trying to not get water into them. His finger still playing with the conjunction between her legs, he let the appendage slide in and out once or twice just to see her reaction.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall stiffened a bit, him facing her made her nervous. His eyes being closed helped some, but being the oddball that she was she worried about the soap that was still in his hair. "Um..." she began to say before his finger slid into her and she gasped sharply. When it went into her again she moaned softly. So far so good, it seemed her body was ok with what he was doing....for the moment anyway. </span></span><br/><br/>Soap slide into his eyes and he suddenly stopped playing with her and stood up."I gotta rinse this stuff out if we are going to continue any further." He said with his eyes closed tightly shut. He gently placed his hands on her arms and moved her a little so he could rinse his hair without gettin it all over her. With him having such short hair it didnt take him long to get it all and soon he was wrapping his arms around her nuzzling her neck and kissing it. "Shall we proceed to the bedroom now that we are all nice and clean?" He asked with a playful tone in his voice.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall whimpered softly in pleasure, "Um...ok....I guess...." she said softly, it was easy to tell her nervousness by how her voice wavered a bit. Pulling from him carefully she made her way out of the shower, grabbing up a towel to cover herself before going out to stand and wait in the bedroom. </span></span><br/><br/>Tyson could tell she was nervous, and wounder if she would loose her nerve on the way out of the shower. But none the less he turned off the water and grabbed a towel and dryed himself off a little before exsiting the shower. He followed her to the doorway then tilted his head toward the bed, "Would you like to go sit on the bed?" He asked knowing her nervousness was growing inside her with the waiting. Waiting alwasy rattled the nerves. He had a feeling that it might end up like the night before him with an ever raging boner.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall nodded slowly before going to sit on the edge of the bed, her back stiff and her hand holding the towel tightly to her body. Her eyes trying to not roam over his bare form, her mind trying to not think about him on top of her. </span></span><br/><br/>Tyson noticed how stiff and lost in her own thought she was and sighed lightly to himself. He didn't want to pressure her, as much as he wanted her, he would wait. Instead and pushing himself on to her he simply sat next to her and placed his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip. He gave her a genuine smile, that he only reserved for her. "You know you don't have to have sex with me, I'm fine with waiting really. I don't want you to feel like your being rushed. I don't want to scare you away Lyall. You understand this...right?" He said concern lacing his voice.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall nodded, taking a shaky breath as she leaned against him "But....but I want to..." she whispers. "A part of me wants to feel you...to taste you....to know you...." she confessed as she turned into him some. Raising up slightly she nuzzled into the side of his neck, her lips lightly kissing his flesh. "I'm just scared...." she whispered.</span></span><br/><br/>He murmed lightly at the feel of her cuddling closer, and her nuzzling and kissing him. He felt all warm and fuzzy inside. "Trust me I know how you feel, and for the exsact reason of you being scared is why I wanna take it slow. You have all the time in the world to get to know me. But while your scared it may not be that excited for you as it is for me. So I want us both to be enjoying it." He said then kissed her on her neck then her forehead.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall sighs, "I know how much you...want me....I can feel it. And it makes me....want you...." her tone seeming to be one of disappointment as she rested her head on his chest, a finger lightly trailing along his muscles. "I can feel the heat from you need....and desire...." she said as she rested the palm of her hand on his chest. </span></span><br/><br/>Tyson kissed the top of her head, "As much as I do want you, and yes the desire to have you is strong, my will is much stronger and I will wait to when you are ready." He said. He could hear the disappointment in her voice and wondered if he should try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Without seeing any wrong in trying he leaned her back with him then slipped so he was over her, and he began to trail kisses from her neck to the swell of her breasts and lather her in kisses, as well as nibbles here and there.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">Lyall stiffled the small exclaim of surprise when he laid her back, his larger presence looming over her threatened to panic her. Yet, when his gentle actions began she felt herself relax, slowly yet with each kiss she felt herself relax more. Much to her own surprise she moaned in pleasure, her back arching up slightly as her hands ran through his hair. </span></span><br/><br/>A smile spread across Tyson's visage as his lips played across her body. He could tell she was enjoying it and wasn't so scared, she even arched her back, making her boobs press higher for him. He couldn't resist the temptation and enveloped the left nipple in his mouth and began to suckle while his right hand kneaded her right breast. Just to keep her body spinning in sensation he lowered his other hand between the towel flaps and began to stroke her wet gooey center. A moan emerging from his throat.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0080">A sharp moan left her lips at the sensation of his mouth wrapped about her nipple. The light suckling of her nipple and fondly of her other breasts was working well on making her feel good. Making her not think about her past experience. Last time there had not been any time to get her excited or make her feel good. There had only been violence and then pain. Now though, now there was such a heat burning within, starting from between her legs and spreading throughout her body. When his hand slipped under her towel and began to stroke that spot between her legs she cried out slightly.</span></span><br/><br/>Tyson's body reacted immediately to Lyall's cry of pleasure. He listened to his instincts as they told him to stroke her on the inside. Slowly he left one of his fingers slide into the deep tight moist hole. She was oh so tight and his caressing of her breast became a little harsher as all he wanted to do was plunge himself deep within her. He knew that that would scare her so he held on to his restraint and slowly slide his finger in and out of her, hoping to loosen her up a bit.<br/><br/>"God you are just so tiiight. I just wanna bury myself within you." He said his breath a little labored, and his hot breath slide over her nipple, which he then licked at the tiny knob slowly.<br/><br/>"I wounder if you taste as good down there as your skin does.." He said mostly to himself.