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“Landon…”
He kisses the ball of my shoulder, then splays his hand across my stomach to hold me back against him.
The spray is so hard, I don’t know how much more I can take. Pleasure ripples through me and I let go of the wall with one hand, reaching back to grab his hip. He rotates the spray away and makes me shudder, then he brings it back to the best spot and brings it even closer.
I cry out sharply, my fingers digging into his hips as my body tenses. And then pleasure erupts inside me, bright white light exploding behind my eyes as it pours through me.
I can’t take it anymore, so I reach down to push the spray away, sagging as all the strength vacates my body.
Landon quickly turns the spray back so it’s coming down on us, positions me against the wall again while I’m still woozy, then guides his cock between my thighs and pushes into me.
My pussy is so sensitive, I groan as he pushes in. He doesn’t take his time to ease me in, either. He shoves deep until I’m so full of him, I feel it in my guts, then he starts fucking me when I can barely stand upright.
By the time I’ve come the second time, I’m ready to melt into a puddle on the shower floor.
I don’t have the strength to stand, but he does, so I hang onto him, eyes closed beneath the spray as I wait for strength to come back to me.
“We should probably start getting clean,” he says lightly.
“Can’t,” I murmur against his slick skin. “Can’t move.”
He chuckles, then he grabs the shampoo bottle and—to my immense surprise—starts lathering up my hair. The shower is hot and fragrant, and my scalp tingles as he works his fingers through my hair.
It’s such a tender thing, him washing my hair.
I feel so loved. So cherished.
So well taken care of.
I’ve regained enough strength to rinse the shampoo out of my hair when the time comes, but I let him do it because it just feels nicer.
When he’s done washing my hair, he starts lathering up his own, but I enjoyed when he did it to me so much, I decide to return the favor.
Thatleads to another round of fucking, which, on reflection, I probably should have predicted.
We’ve used far more than our fair share of water by the time we emerge, but I’m so satisfied that I can’t bring myself to care.
Since we have no clean clothes to put on, we have to wrap ourselves in the fluffy white towels and scamper upstairs. I make Landon check around corners since he just has a towel wrapped around his waist and I feel more naked than he is. He’s not shy, anyway, but the coast is clear.
We make it to his bedroom, then I ditch the towel and climb into his bed beneath his comforter. Once I’m nice and cozy, I peek out to watch him drop his towel, then climb on the bed with me.
“Am I allowed under here?”
“I suppose so.”
He rips back the blanket and slides in with me, then he grabs me and squeezes my side. “So kind of you to let me into my own bed,” he teases.
“I know,” I say primly. “I’m basically a saint.”
He smirks and lean in to kiss my sainted lips, which, of course, makes me feel like quite the sinner.
“I don’t have the stamina to go another round,” I warn him.
He chuckles, sliding his hands under me so he can pull me against him and wrap his arms around my waist. “That’s okay.”
I was nice and warm snuggled up under the covers, but I’m even cozier wrapped up in his arms.
Before long, I fall asleep. Inevitable given how nice it is to be cuddled up in his arms naked.
