I rubbed his forearm and eased deeper into his body, letting my head fall back on his chest. In a warm bath, with David wrapped around me, nothing could touch me. Not even my past. Safe and protected, I relaxed.
“So sweet to have you fall asleep in my arms,” he said.
I blinked my eyes open to a hazy bathroom. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Just for a couple minutes,” he replied.
I smiled and sat forward so he could climb out. He stepped over the side while I watched, holding my knees to my breasts as the water drained around me. He dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist.
I stood and let him wrap me in a towel, too. He disappeared for a moment and returned with a simple white satin nightie, the partner to his favorite robe. He slipped it over my head when I raised my hands. The fabric cooled and soothed my skin, sensitive from the hot bath.
We didn’t bother with anything else except to wind ourselves around each other and bury our bodies under a heavy comforter to block out a chilly night.
I was certain I’d never been so happy.
11
Aweekend of feverish, frantic sex turned out to be the best sleep aide. I woke up to an empty bed and gave my aching body a hard stretch. I couldn’t remember sleeping so well two nights in a row. David had worn me out.
And then, he’d helped me relax. After our sweet and sensual bath the night before, something in me had broken free. Finally, I’d told my story, emptying myself of a past I’d locked away and tried to forget. And he’d listened through all of it—and he’d heard me. For once, my emptiness wasn’t a bad thing, but a well to be filled by David and our new life.
“Good morning, beautiful,” David said from the bathroom doorway.
I blinked from the memory and looked at my gorgeous man. All mine, standing there in nothing but his low-slung gray sweatpants and a toothbrush working in his mouth.
Itisa good morning.Who knew a Monday morning could besogood?
“Morning,” I replied, licking my lips. Those gray sweatpants, drooping on his hips, reminded me of our first night together. Chaste as it was, they stirred all sorts of fantasies in me. His long and tan torso, pecs of steel, and arms and shoulders personified strength and power. I thought I’d die there on the spot if I knew I’d never get to feel the crush of those biceps again. Or see that tousled hair, unruly from sleep.
Andfuck. . . those gray sweatpants. So hot.
He raised an eyebrow at me and stopped brushing. “Love that your office is right by mine,” he said. “I’ll drop you off at work today. Cool?”
I nodded and took a deep breath. My thoughts jumbled with the fact that he was half-naked and full-sexy in front of me. His six-pack became more defined as he brushed, and it reminded me of the way his abs would flex when he was on top of me, thrusting away.
As soon as he disappeared into the bathroom, I scrambled out of bed. He was bent over to spit when I walked in. As he glanced up, I caught his eye in the reflection, stripped off my white satin nightie in one motion, and flung it at him. He snatched it midair with his free hand as I continued to the shower. He was hot on my tail, and as soon as I’d stepped into the stream of water, he was there, shielding it with his massive shoulders.
He took my face in his hands for a rough kiss before sliding one hand down my back to grip my ass. He pulled me against his hardness, but there was only one thing I wanted desperately in that moment. I dropped to my knees. Bracing my back against the shower bench, I wrapped my mouth around him.
“Jesus,” he said.
I took him to the back of my throat and then drew back slowly, sucking as I did. I relished the feel of him growing bigger and harder in the softness of my mouth, the brackish pre-cum that made my jaw tingle.
My tongue greedily paid respect to every ridge and vein of him. I licked anywhere I could, swirling the tip of my tongue over and under his crown until his groans echoed through the bathroom and the glass rattled as he made a fist against it. My eyes flicked up to his as I held the base of his cock in my hand and opened my throat to take all of him.
I was feeling powerful, watching the effect I had on him, until one deep, rolling grunt easily muted my soft moans. He leaned himself on the wall behind me. “Hands,” he clipped. I immediately clasped them behind my back. Propping himself against the stone with one arm, he tangled his other hand in my hair as he took over. He thrust as deep as he could and only pulled back when my eyes watered and my throat constricted around him.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, yes,” he grunted with each flex of his hips, tilting my head up and demanding my eyes meet his. I grabbed his ass and urged him deeper, excited by the way he unraveled for me. Right as I vibrated a moan against him, he flooded my mouth with thick semen. I swallowed it, thick and gummy as it shot down my throat and dribbled over my chin.
“Christ,” he said, resting his forearms against the wall. I coughed into my fist to quell the burning in my throat. When he spoke again, his words were ragged but curt. “Get up.”
I hurried up between him and the bench, weak in the knees for what he was planning.
“Turn around, grab the edge.”
I faced the wall and bent over to steady myself against the bench. He ran a hand up my right thigh, and it disappeared for only a second. As he brought it down against my ass, the bathroom resounded with aslap. I tightened my grip on the edge with the delicious sting.
“Stay,” he ordered.
