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“Yeah, I just—” She sighed. “You want some company?”
He pulled the shower curtain back. His sandy hair was wet and matted down, his golden body covered in gleaming water. She wanted more than company. She wanted him inside her.
“If you come in here all naked and wet, I may not be able to keep my hands to myself.”
“I’m sorta counting on that.”
She pulled off her robe and entered. Mmm, the warm water soothed her tired body. Sam pulled her close to him for a kiss.
It was a sweet kiss, a comforting kiss, just what Sydney needed.
As they kissed, he lifted her and eased her open with his hard cock.
She was tight, and her channel offered resistance at first. Sam didn’t force it. Just held her in his strong arms and eased her down gently until she took all of him.
How good it felt. How right.
He lifted her up and down, oh so gently and so slowly, his groans music to her ears.
“Yes, Sam, yes. That’s so nice. So good.”
He moaned in response.
His strength was more of a comfort than a turn-on at the moment. His presence a salve, a healing ointment.
She didn’t plan to climax, didn’t even want to, so when the explosion sneaked up on her, it was a welcome surprise.
He continued his slow movements as she spasmed against him, and when she finished, he pulled her down hard on his erect cock.
“Yeah, baby. God, you feel good.”
When he went limp
and slacked against the wall of the shower stall, she slid down his body until her feet hit the wet floor. She leaned against him, fearing her legs would wobble. After a few minutes, she had her footing and she pushed backward to look into his warm brown eyes.
“Thank you,” she said.
He smiled, his own eyes glazed over. “It was wonderful. You are wonderful.”
“We are wonderful. Together.”
Disappointment crept into her when he didn’t respond, but she refused to let it spoil the beauty of what had just occurred between them.
They were right together. He would see that eventually.
I will hold onto that belief. She had to. She wasn’t sure she could go on if she didn’t.
Sam was done washing so he left the stall, leaving Sydney to finish her shower alone.
When she finished, toweled off, and went into to bedroom, Sam was already dressed.
“Your cell rang,” he said.
“It was probably Blake. Why didn’t you answer it?”
“Not my place.” He tossed it to her.
“Hmm, not Blake after all. In fact, not a number or an area code I recognize. Looks like whoever it was left a voicemail.” She quickly dialed voicemail.
