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I lean back into him, turn my head and reach my arm back, gripping his hair. Looking into his eyes, I promise, “I love you.”
I pull him towards me and our lips meet, brushing softly into one another, then tongues licking, meeting fully. I open wide for him and his grip on my body strengthens. He rocks his hips against my buttocks, grinding his thick erection against my sensitive skin, warm and tender from the spray of the shower.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” He slides his hand over my belly, stroking the slight curve where my womb lies beneath. “I love you.”
He knocks the showerhead to the side so it’s not spraying directly at us, drags his fingers gently through my trimmed patch of pubic hair, kissing my throat again as I pant, my core pounding with expectation.
He slips his fingers into my folds and teases my clit, circling and brushing, electrifying what he’s already ignited with his kiss, touch and hold. He bites my earlobe and slides two fingers deep into me, pressing up hard against my g-spot. When I’m feeling the urge to bear down, he moves his fingers to my clit and mashes my flesh with so much urgency, my knees almost buckle as I come against nothing, my walls tightening against one another, the pressure too much as my empty pussy aches to grind against his stem.
He’s not done with me yet. He turns me to face him and we kiss madly, possessed. Our embrace is a mess of limbs and fingers entwined; his erection urgent, hard against my belly.
“Your tits are the most gorgeous, beautiful… I want to come on them,” he groans, taking my hand and putting it on his dick.
I take the soap and work his dick up into a lather, creating some lubrication so I can pump his cock hard. I watch, fascinated, as his head whips about on his neck, juices gathering and rising into his tip, precum flowing out and adding to his wetness.
“Oh, god, yeah,” he groans, as I take to my knees, pointing him at my tits.
I use two hands and pump hard, staring as his balls dance around, his thighs so stiff, his stomach muscles tense.
He lunges forward and comes against my breasts, the heat of him intense and surprising. I keep tugging him off until he’s done, the last of him spurting against my nipple, one then the other. I look down at myself and could cream, all over again.
He brings me back to my feet and we hold one another, kissing gently, his fingers stroking my forehead and cheek.
“Sorry about last night,” he murmurs, “it was one of those days.”
As we canoodle in the shower, finally getting down to the business of cleaning up, I feel my heart begin to refill and wonder what I was ever worried about. This is exactly what I need.
In fact, a bit of playful shower time every day… with him… might be all I ever need.
Chapter Seventeen
Two weeks have passed since his father’s operation and Brendan is coming home today. Since our sexy shower, I have to say it’s just been getting better and better between me and Paul.
I’m going with him to visit his dad this evening but even though it’s morning now, I can already see he’s nervous, twitchy and biting his nails.
I’m ready for work and drinking my tea as he’s there, flicking through the morning news shows like he’s looking for something entirely different.
“It’ll be okay, Paul, and if it’s not, we’ll get through it, okay?”
He doesn’t look at me. “I know, I know.”
He’s lucky – he went for a job interview last week and starts teaching German in a secondary school, right after the Easter holidays. It’s maternity cover but I don’t doubt it’s the start of something. With his PGCE and a lot of substitute teaching under his belt, it was a no brainer for the interviewer. I honestly don’t know why Paul didn’t get a proper job sooner, except that maybe he was trying to avoid real life. It’s also gone pretty much unsaid but is near enough a thing now… that he’s basically moved in, according to the male toiletries in the bathroom and clothes piled up in the corner of my room, not to mention his dirty pants in my wash basket. We’ll discuss the technicalities once he starts earning.
I’m meeting Theo for lunch today but I haven’t told Paul about it. I don’t know why I haven’t mentioned it – I suppose I want to be the one who tells Theo about our new relationship.
“Have a good day,” he says, as I kiss him goodbye.
“Thanks, I’ll see you later.”
Theo’s waiting for me as I arrive at the posh coffee shop not far from the hospital. He’s been waiting for me before ordering, I see.
“Am I late, or are you early?” We kiss hello.
“Early, I think,” he says with a grin.
I get sat down and he passes me a menu. “The rarebit is meant to be amazing and the coffee’s superb, I hear.” For once, he doesn’t sound sarcastic, he even sounds upbeat.
“Thanks, let me see…” I pick out a panini with loads of weird ingredients like ham and grapes and stuff, and also a coffee, because I know it’ll make him happy. Strange man. There’s table service and our drinks swiftly arrive, then we get down to business.
