“Yeah and I love you too. You know that?” He repeated after me.
“Yeah.” My grin turned into a full fledged smile and I pushed up. It was then that my brain seemed to really process that I had this man, this beautiful man that I was in love with sitting right beside me, ready to take on all of my familial bullshit and half naked. “You just got out the shower?” I let my eyes rake over him, from his face down and back up.
“Yeah.”
“You want to take another one anyway?”
“Hell yeah.” Asante licked his lips and nudged his head toward the bathroom. “Come on.”
I climbed to my feet and Asante followed suit. He grabbed his discarded towel. I grabbed the glass and liquor bottle. I gravitated toward him and he leaned into me as soon as I was close enough for our lips to meet.
We kissed each other softly three slow times, letting our lips linger on the last one. My hand clenched the bottle a little bit harder while I tried to keep myself together. When we pulled apart, I let my head fall forward against his and one of his hands went to the small of my back.
“Stop looking at me like that, Bishop.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to get fucked,” he said plainly.
“Maybe I want to fuck you.”
“I guess that’s always an option.” He grabbed the bottle in his hand and I let it go as he pulled it free. “If you ask nicely that is.”
“Fuck out of here.” I chuckled and he snickered before leaning in and kissing me again.
“Go get in the fucking shower.”
He trailed his hand slowly down my back making me damn near shiver in the process. Then, he took the glass from my hand and plucked up the top of the bottle I’d cracked open. I took that opportunity to reach over and smack him on the ass. He turned around and punched me in the arm damn near hard enough to make my shit go numb and I chortled at the reaction as I started to head toward the shower.
“Dumb ass,” he grumbled.
That shit only made me laugh harder.
For someone who I had sex with and who had sex with me, Asante wasn’t the biggest fan of getting hit on the ass but I did that shit occasionally anyway just to annoy him. It wasn’t his favorite thing but I knew for a fact it wasn’t something that made him feel disrespected because if it was I would have quit.
I grabbed some shorts, headed to the shower and hopped in. I took my time washing myself and was scrubbing my hair when the door slid open and Asante slipped inside.
I knew he’d showered already and was only in the shower because I’d asked him to be but it didn’t stop me from wanting to care for him.
I lathered some of the shampoo in my hand.
“Tilt.”
Asante didn’t utter a word. He just closed the space between us, placed his hands on my hips and put his head down. I started to work the shampoo in and enjoyed the way his grasp was tightening on me. His thumb started to trace little circles on my wet skin.
I went from massaging his scalp to my hands slipping down from his head to his cheeks. He looked at me through his wet lashes and I closed the space between us to kiss him.
His grip tightened even more and he yanked me in, our hard bodies colliding while I held his face where I wanted it and slid my tongue into his mouth. His hands slid from my hips to my ass and he traced me, letting his rough palms trail up my back and to my shoulders and back down to my ass. He pulled me even closer until our dicks were wedged between us and I could feel how hard we both were.
One of his hands went to my straining erection and I groaned against his mouth and reached down to grip him in return.
We stroked each other in tandem while we kissed sloppily. Neither of us fought for dominance. Our tongues coaxed each other softly. He focused on the top of my dick, his thumb rubbing the tip and gathering my precum to spread it down my shaft.
“Fuck.” I cursed against his mouth.
I let my hand slide down from his shaft to his balls and I massaged them carefully with one hand while the other slid to the side of Asante’s throat to angle his head to the side. I pulled back and looked in his face briefly before I leaned in and kissed his neck, then his shoulder.
Then, I almost came on the spot when he started to use both hands to pleasure me. He stroked quickly with one hand, the other cupping my balls. I sped up the way I was stroking him and added some pleasure while I licked up the side of his throat then bit him there.
