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I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. Then I walked into the attached bath and turned on the shower. We undressed quickly and stepped in, letting the pelting warm water soothe the aches from digging.
She closed her eyes as she pulled the band out of her ponytail and set it on one of the shower shelves. “Man, that feels good.”
I inhaled, letting
the steam from the shower infuse me. Yes, it felt good. Amazingly good. I pulled her to me, our slick bodies sliding together. Her height made her the perfect fit against me, the perfect yin to my yang. I didn’t kiss her, didn’t try to fuck her, though my dick was more than ready. Just held her, felt her warmth against me, inhaled the steam, and relaxed.
Relaxed.
How long we stood there, I couldn’t say. The water gradually morphed to lukewarm, and I grabbed a shower pouf and lathered both of us with my woodsy gel. When we were thoroughly clean, I turned off the water and handed her a dry towel.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“Nothing like a shower when you’re sore and dirty,” I agreed.
“No. I mean, yeah. But I was talking about just holding each other, you know?”
I smiled. “I know.”
“Not that I didn’t want more.”
“I did too, but we have all night in a clean, dry bed for that.”
“Last one there’s a rotten egg.” She threw the towel on the bathroom floor and ran into the bedroom.
I laughed. “You used to say that when you were little.”
She returned my laughter. “I never stopped!” She leaped onto the bed, her dark tresses a tangled disarray around her shoulders and chest.
She looked beautiful.
I joined her on the bed, and she snuggled into my shoulder.
“I love you, Bryce,” she said softly.
“I love you too, Marjorie. So much.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Marjorie
The first rays of sunlight streamed into the strange bedroom as I awoke to Bryce tugging on one of my hard nipples with his lips and teeth.
My hair was a dry and stringy mess pasted to my cheeks and shoulders, and I needed to rise soon to see to the boys and their breakfast.
Oh, but his sweet mouth on my nipple. His thumb and middle finger played with the other one, and for a moment I couldn’t decide which felt better, his mouth or his fingers, and then I stopped thinking altogether. What did it matter? It all felt amazing.
My hips began rotating of their own accord, and the lips of my pussy tingled as the tickle inside grew in its intensity.
I bit my lip and let out a soft sigh. So, so good.
I arched my back, pushing my chest closer to Bryce, instinctively wanting more tugging, more biting, more pinching on those ultrasensitive nipples.
He groaned against my skin, a soft hum that I felt as well as heard. His intensity matched my own. Without words, he knew when I wanted a stronger pinch, a harsher suck.
Until he trailed his hand over my thigh and between my legs…
“Oh!”
