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Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Are you saying I’m the first woman you’ve brought to your room, Mr. Grumpy Pants?”
“I’m saying you’re the first one I’ve invited to my shower… but also yes, you are the first woman I’ve brought up here, Ms. Sunshine.”
“I like that.” Once she has unfastened the last button, she slowly slides my shirt off my shoulders. Her gaze falls to my chest, where she inspects my many tattoos. She runs her finger over one, tracing the black lines with her fingertip.
“You can map those out another time.”
“Very confident, assuming there is going to be another time.”
“Well, I know what my shower has to offer,” I joke, and Teagan makes quick work of unzipping my slacks. I’m so hard, my cock points straight at her through my boxers.
We are both breathing heavily now. My lips find hers once more, and I pull my pants and underwear down my legs. As I step out of my shoes, I feel her undoing her towel, letting it fall onto the counter. Her bare tits feel amazing against my skin.
Once we’re both naked, I pick her up and carry her to the shower stall, where I turn on the water between kisses.
While waiting for the water to turn hot, Teagan dips her head into the crook of my neck, peppering open-mouthed kisses down my shoulders. It feels so damn good I almost don’t want to step into the spray. The only reason I move is the thought of holding Teagan against the wall while sinking deep into her.
She gasps when I position us under the now hot water, then shudders when I press her back against the cool tiled wall. Lining up my cock, I press the tip to her soaked pussy. Her moan echoes through my bathroom as I slowly sink into her waiting cunt.
Her nails rake across my shoulders, and I bury my face into her thick hair, enjoying every sensation.
Teagan holds me like her life depends on it while I slowly push in and out of her. We’re both moaning, and her legs tighten around me as her heels dig into my ass.
Fuck, I didn’t even put a condom on. Shock fills my veins, but I can’t stop pumping into her warm depth. “Are you on birth control?” I ask between thrusts.
“Yes! Please don’t stop.”
I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. She is heaven. Warm and soft, perfectly fitting to my body. I don’t remember the last time I had sex, but I do remember I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t want this to end.
I fuck her slow and steady, drawing out my release as long as possible. Her hands roam my body, every touch igniting me over and over again.
Our tongues dance in a passionate kiss, as her pussy tightens around my cock. She moans into my mouth when she comes, digging her sharp nails into my skin.
Something about that bite of pain sets my own orgasm off. My balls tighten, and the tingling in my spine spreads through my veins. For a moment, I don’t know where my body ends, and hers begins.
I wish we could stay like this forever, but before I know it, we’re both coming down from our high.
The hot water beats on my back as I set Teagan down on her feet gently. Her legs shake, and her hands grip my arms like she’s scared of falling over. I keep my grip around her waist, holding her steady.
“Wow,” she breathes heavily. “That was… something.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “That it was.”
TEAGAN
There’snothing like waking up in the morning after a hot night and realizing I’m alone.
What should I expect? A cuddle session? I should know better. Mason is not the kind of guy who stays in one place for very long. And he doesn’t strike me as a big cuddler, anyway.
Still… he could have left a note. Something to let me know where he will be and what I should do. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. It’s common courtesy when you think about it. I feel a little bit cheap and disregarded as I reach over and touch his pillow, finding it cool, like he got up a while ago. Either he’s deadly silent when he puts his mind to it or I was seriously out cold.
I guess after the night we had, it makes sense. My face warms, and I giggle softly before I can help myself.
But what happens now? That’s the question taking up most of my mental bandwidth as I get out of bed and wonder what I’m supposed to do. What does he want from me?
I’m not going to find out by hanging around the bedroom. He left his shirt hanging over the back of a chair near the bed, and I grab it, holding it to my nose to inhale his sexy, musky cologne. I wonder what he uses. Whatever it is, it has the power to curl my toes—I will always associate it with memories of him, us.
What a shame I couldn’t afford it. The idea makes me smirk at myself as I slide my arms through the sleeves. It would be nice to buy a little bottle to have as a memory, but I get the feeling anything he could afford would require me to donate at least one bodily organ. Maybe more.
