I stood up and held her against the wall mid-air. Her legs were wide open, granting me access. I sped up my pace.
“You so fucking nasty, B. Go ahead and give it to me.”
“Shittttttt!”
“You about to give it to me, Breeze? Cum for me, I love how you sound when you cumming for me, baby.” I bit her neck, and I could feel her bucking between me and the marble. Even with the water falling on us, I could distinctly feel what the water was and how wet she had gotten in that moment.
I could feel the moment that she released. The way her thighs trembled, how she tightened around me, and how she dug her nails into my back.
I pulled out of her and came over the floor of the shower. She held on to me until her body stopped shaking, and I let her down. She leaned against the wall with an exhausted, annoyed, impressed expression. Then she glanced up at me and said, “You should not have all that dick.” I chuckled and sat back down on the bench.
It was going to be a long ass twenty-four hours. Because I already wanted to fuck her again. She had that crack. Shit was easy to get addicted to.
I sat back and watched as she showered for a second before I stood to do the same. Silence filled the room like the steam stuck to the walls.
When we stepped out of the shower, I handed her a towel.
“You done staring at me?” She asked as she wrapped it around her and headed to the room.
“Nope,” I answered honestly.
She started to dry off, and my dick reacted on its own.
She whipped her head at me with a crazy expression.
“I just want to let you know that my body has nothing left to give you right now.”
“That’s cool, so you tapping out?” I asked her.
“I’m going to sleep, Q,” She said without a doubt. Then she went back inside the restroom to hang the towel and lazily hopped into bed. She looked like she had just been fucked senseless.
She turned back toward me and said, “Can you get the light?” Like it wasn’t the evening. I chuckled and did as she had asked.
A minute later, her breathing evened out. It wasn’t a pretty sleep either, just her body tapping out after everything I’d put it through. Her hair was scattered across the pillow, one leg kicked out from under the blanket like she’d fought sleep and lost.
I lay in the bed behind her and thought that I could take a quick nap too, and then get up. She’d worn me out just as much as I had her.
I let out a deep breath and closed my eyes next to her. She could sleep right now, but when she woke up, she was waking up to me.
Chapter nine
Breeze
Iwoke up from a nap that I didn’t expect to take. I glanced at the clock. It was a little after 8 p.m. I rolled over, and Quentin was no longer behind me. I looked around the room, and I could hear him talking in the distance. I slid to the edge of the bed, grabbed a robe, and walked to the front of the house, but we wound up bumping into each other.
He was carrying a bag of food from one of my favorite restaurants.
“Oh, you up?” He said as I stopped midstride and turned to walk back the way I had come.
“Yeah,” I said as I cleared my throat.
“I didn’t want to wake you up. Your ass was snoring, but I ordered some food for you. I stuck to the basics. Steak, lobster, mashed potatoes, and I got some pasta if you don’t like any of the other stuff. If you want something else, let me know, and I’ll order it for you.” He said as he set the bag on the table.
“I want all of that, actually,” I chuckled. I was well rested, thoroughly fucked, and starving. That was a hell of a combination.
He put the bag on the counter, got out the food that he had ordered, and gave me the things that he had gotten for me.
I sat at the table, and suddenly it was less awkward than it had been before. I started to feel more comfortable around him.
