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He strips off his boxer briefs and I’m not thinking about the size of his bathroom or shower anymore. I’m just thinking about the size of his cock. Yeah, I want this. I don’t care how not smart it is. David’s eyes are heated as he moves toward me, like a predator stalking its prey. He kisses me gently as he strips away my towel, dropping it onto the ground. My bikini top quickly joins it.
Turning away from me, David turns on the shower, which falls from out of the actual ceiling. I’m staring at it in awe as David steps into the shower. He throws a glance over his shoulder, his eyes crinkling in amusement. Oh. Right. The shower. Together. Him and me. I quickly shimmy out of my bikini bottoms and follow him into the shower. As soon as the door slides shut behind me, David’s hands and mouth are on me. His kisses are hot and urgent, and he spins me, pressing me upagainst the wall as he eats at my mouth. My gosh, the man can kiss.
I moan, sliding my fingers through his hair, gripping tightly as his hands grip beneath my thighs and lift me off the ground. He sets me down on the bench seat, kneeling in front of me. I stare at him, feeling slightly dazed from his kisses as he grins up, placing a hand on each of my knees, slowly moving them apart.
Oh.Oh. My breath catches when I realize his intentions. He smirks at the sound and buries his face between my thighs. Kissing isn’t the only thing he’s great at. Ohmy.David’s eyes close as he focuses on driving me crazy and I moan, leaning back against the cool tile wall. One hand moves to stabilize me, the other tangles in David’s tousled, wet hair as my own eyes flutter closed.
David’s tongue finds my clit, alternating between lashing at it or sucking it hard as my gasps and moans echo around the tiled chamber. I don’t want this moment to end. Ever. I could die like this, and I would die happy. His mouth doesn’t let up its assault and his thumb presses into me, pumping slowly. Shit. I can’t hold on anymore. My hips buck against David’s face as I come with a small gasp.
Even before my tremors cease, David sits back on his heels, smirking at me. He stands, pulling me up and into his arms. I’m enjoying this foreplay, but I need him inside me. Like he can read my mind, David lifts me beneath my thighs, pressing me into the wall of the shower beneath the spray of water, his lips finding mine as his cock teases at my entrance. Yes. This. This is what I want. So much. Why isn’t he slamming into me?
“Please tell me you’re on birth control,” he groans, as the tip of his cock slides in and out of me. My head tips back, leaning against the wall. Right. Birth control. I’m glad one of us is thinking.
“I have an IUD,” I manage to pant back at him. At my admission, David groans and he sinks all the way into me. Buried deep, he holds still, his face pressed against the side of my neck, and his warm breath coming out in pants, caressing my skin.
I am gloriously stretched and full. Damn. It has beenwaytoo long since I’ve been sexually active. I’m finally getting used to the feeling when David rocks in and out, alternatively kissing my lips and my neck. Oh my gosh. I’m overly sensitive from everything building up to this moment, and his pubic bone is hitting my clit just right, and his cock is hitting my G-spot on every thrust, and I’m going to finish ridiculously quickly. At least I’m not a guy, right. Oh, shit. It’s happening. Again.
My fingers tighten on his shoulders as I come again. I’m floating on a cloud after three orgasms in less than an hour. This is something a girl could get used to. Once my inner muscles let up somewhat, David thrusts harder, chasing his own release, his face buried in my neck once again until he comes as well.
My legs are boneless when he gently sets me back on them. I hope I don’t fall over. That would be embarrassing. He smirks at my dazed face as he shuts off the water, guiding me out of the shower with his hand on my back. He gives me a towel, but when I stand here, holding it limply, he chuckles and takes it back. My brain is mush as David quickly towels us both down, and grabs my hand, tugging me back through his closet and into his bedroom.
I wonder if he’s going to send me out of the room. But my thoughts are cut off when a T-shirt drops over my head. Shoving my hands through the arms, I look down. Northwestern University. Oh. That’s where he went to school. David picks me up, setting me on his bed, and tugging on a pair of boxer briefs to crawl into the bed beside me. I’m stunned as he wraps himself around me, kissing my cheek softly, and falling asleep. I’m snuggling with David Brooks Westerhaven. Hell has officially frozen over and I am strapping on my ice skates. I want to savor this moment for as long as I can before reality comes knocking.
Snuggling down into his embrace, I sigh and close my eyes. This is kind of nice. I’ll worry about any awkwardness later.
David
I wake with a start and grope around. Empty bed. That’s weird. The setting sun is lighting up my window, and Anica is no longer in my arms, or my bed. That’s annoying. I wanted a round two. I have weeks of blue balls to make up for.
Squinting at the window, I groan, scrubbing my face with my hands. There’s no point in being in here by myself. I drag my ass out of bed and pull on a T-shirt and sweats. I might as well decide what to have for dinner.
My feet falter as I reach the kitchen, blinking at the sight in front of me. Anica glances up from where she’s cooking, spaghetti Bolognese from the smell of it, with a small smile. She’s still wearing my Northwestern tee, though she has slipped on a pair of jeans beneath it. Boo. I pour us both a glass of pinot, sliding onto a stool at the breakfast bar, watching her as she cooks.
There’s a long, not uncomfortable silence, and Anica takes a large sip of wine and studies me over the rim of her glass. “I still think that any sort of romantic liaison between us would be a bad idea.”
I chuckle. Noted. I’m not looking for a “romantic liaison” either.
“What if it’s just sex? Nothing romantic about it.”
Anica stares at me for a moment, her mouth dropping open slightly as a blush creeps fiercely across her cheeks. I’m so sure that she’s about to shut me down that when she speaks, I almost fall off my barstool in surprise.
Her eyes narrow suspiciously. “Would you be capable of managing that? Just sex, nothing romantic?”
Hell fucking yeah, I would. Not wanting to seem too eager though, I grin and wink at her. “Your mid-Western sensibilities would be shocked to know just how well I’d be capable of managing that arrangement.”
She blinks and wrinkles her nose. “I’m from Oregon.”
“Even worse.”
She throws a tea towel at me. I catch it, eyeing her seriously. “It won’t be an issue.”
I think she might actually be considering this and needs reassurance. I want to give it to her, because I’m a little shocked at how badly I want her to agree to this. I really must be sick of cold showers.
Anica chews her lip for a long moment, sighing and shrugging her shoulders. “I mean, if it won’t be an issue, then why the hell not.”
A triumphant grin stretches across my face. That is a win if ever I’ve seen one.
Anica serves up dinner at the small dining table, taking a seat as I bring over two more glasses of wine, dropping across from her. She picks up her fork and looks across the table at me. “So, you’re pretty successful running Haven Property. Who is your business inspiration?”
