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His cock pressed against me, hard, as needy as I was feeling, despite the fact that we’d just had each other a few hours before.
I had a feeling I was never going to feel like I’d gotten enough of him.
So my hands started to explore as well before he slowly started to lower down, going to his knees on the shower floor, spreading my thighs, and closing his lips around my clit.
His tongue traced as his fingers slid in me, turning, grazing over my top wall, driving me up.
Then he was getting to his feet, reaching to my side, making me realize he’d placed a condom on the little shelf when he’d first come in.
He protected us then reached for my leg, hiking it up to his hip, then slamming inside of me.
Hard.
Deep.
That was how we fucked then, the cascading water making our hands slip when we tried to grab each other, the walls of the shower making our sounds rise up and spill out, but neither of us cared as we surged toward that oblivion, then crashed into it together.
We stayed there for a minute after until the wetness started to make me shiver.
Sway pushed me under the warm water again as he dealt with the condom, then came back in, surprising me as he reached for the loofah in my hand, and started to move it over my skin instead.
“What are you doing?” I asked, tensing.
“I dunno. Just wanna do it,” he said, shrugging it off.
And that was just very… Sway.
He didn’t overthink things to death. Something felt right, so he went with it.
It wasn’t something I could relate to, but it was something I had to admit I admired in him.
So I let him run the soapy loofah over my body, expecting to feel the desire reignite, but, instead, it was something else building. A sweetness, a softness. Things I wouldn’t have considered myself capable of before.
Had they always existed in me? Was he just showing me parts of myself that had been previously hidden?
“Turn, baby,” Sway murmured after setting down the loofah.
I didn’t ask why, just did as I was instructed, then watched as he reached for the shampoo.
And then Sway introduced me to something else about myself.
I absolutely melted when he was scrubbing his fingers into my scalp.
“You still awake over there?” Sway asked a few moments later as I swayed a bit on my feet.
“That feels good,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” he asked. “Good. Because once you wash this off, I get to do the same with conditioner.”
I went ahead and didn’t tell him that I didn’t usually condition my roots because they got greasy too fast then. There was no way I was going to deny myself more of that little massage of his if I could get it.
“What?” I asked a bit later as I stood there in my towel, running a brush through my wet hair.
“I think I just cracked the code to get your restless ass back to sleep,” he said with that sexy little smirk as he tied the towel dangerously low on his hips, then reached for me.
“I need to get dressed,” I insisted as his free hand went to the door.
“Nope,” he said, then threw open the door, and pulled me along with him, running across the hallway like a couple of teenagers trying not to get caught.
In the room, Miranda and Samantha looked up from where they’d stolen the couch for themselves, slow-blinking at us, then deciding we weren’t interesting enough to stay awake for.
“See?” Sway asked, reaching for the tuck of my towel, and yanking it free, letting it fall to the floor. Then doing the same with his own. “We don’t need to get dressed,” he added, pulling me with him toward the bed.
There was no hesitation as he rolled onto his back, and pulled me onto my side, guiding me until I rested up on his chest.
He turned on the TV.
Then his fingers were drifting over me again.
I felt myself tense the slightest bit as his fingers teased over the scars on my back.
“He’ll pay for this,” Sway said, voice low, but there was no mistaking the conviction in his words.
“Yes,” I agreed, because I knew he would. But I wasn’t quite as consumed with fear and anger as I had once been. Not when I was there in bed, wrapped up in Sway’s arms, pretty sure I was starting to fall in love with him.
“Shh,” Sway murmured, jolting me awake in the dark room, leaving me slow blinking for a moment, trying to remember where I was. “You were having a nightmare,” Sway said, voice soft.
“I was?” I asked, brows pinching, not remembering it like I usually did. And there weren’t the usual signs of it. The pounding of my heart against my ribcage, the choked sensation in my throat.
