“Then why do you have an Iron Maiden T-shirt?”
He opens his mouth, then shuts it. After a few seconds, he says, “You know. I don’t actually know where it came from. I’ve never been to an Iron Maiden concert.”
“Maybe the last girl who spent the night left it behind.”
I’m thrilled when he says, “I’ve never brought a girl here. Except you. And you’re stayin’.”
I shrug out of my jacket and throw it in the corner by the door, then as I walk down the hall towards the bathroom, I pull my tee over my head.
“Do you know that size does count,” I say as he follows. “Women say it doesn’t but that’s because they don’t want to hurt the male ego. After all, men mostly think with their dicks and you know the saying: The bigger the dick the more intelligent the man.”
He pushes me against the wall and presses his hands on either side of me, his armpits a little too close to my nose. “Are you trying to tell me something, Fleming?”
I grin. “Yeah. You must be a fucking genius.”
He laughs hard. “Good answer.”
I slide under his arm and enter the bathroom. “I’m gonna have to brush my teeth,” I say as I grimace at myself in the mirror.
“Henri’s bag is still here,” he replies. “You can use hers.”
I shrug. “Makes sense. Could you grab it for me and leave in on the counter along with one of your fresh tees?”
“Is that how it’s gonna be?” he playfully grumbles. “Me always grabbing things for you?”
“No. I’ll grab things for you. Mainly your cock, but other things too.” I grin and close the door in his face.
The shower and tub are one unit with a shower curtain. After I strip, I turn on the water, then examine the shampoo and soap options. Soap is a well-used sliver that should have been chucked two weeks ago and the shampoo bottle is half-empty. No conditioner, which is not a good thing for hair as lifeless as mine. It’s not exactly a spa in here, but at this stage, lye would be a blessing.
I hop into the shower and start the washing. Soap the body first, using up what’s left of the sliver. Then hair. Shampoo. Rinse. Repeat.
Just as I’m about to turn off the water, a gust of air sends goosebumps racing over me, then Eight’s broad chest is on my back, his muscular arms wrapping around me.
“While I was getting Henri’s toothbrush, I thought why waste water?” His voice is husky and his unmistakable erection is pressing into the small of my back.
I turn and step into his embrace. “You’re right. We should be environmentally friendly.”
He kisses me deeply as he picks me up and shoves me against the tiles. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his hips. Then he slides into me not checking to see if I’m ready for his big brain. But I am, and he knows it.
“Oh god,” I moan as he fills me.
He starts pumping slowly, his breath deepening.
I grip him tighter as I meet his thrusts, digging my fingers into his back. He turns me on like no other and I already feel myself climbing. “Fuck,” I groan.
He starts to thrust harder, deeper, so deep, aches shoot through my thighs. My back bumps off the tiles as his rhythm gets faster, more erratic. He lifts me away from the tiles, literally holding me in his arms as I bury my face into the nape of his neck.
I’m so close, so close. I just need a little more. He seems to get it, shifts me slightly, and instead of thrusting up, he thrusts me down. My clit’s on fire as it brushes against the hair on his pelvis. Then I explode, shatter into a million pieces.
Best sex I’ve ever had, which makes me realize that sex with him is so much more amazing because I love him.
I let the momentum carry me away, feel him shift again, then shove me against the wall, his breathing labored. “Christ,” he groans as he comes, deep inside. I feel him in my bones, in every part of me. In the depths of my soul.
He lowers me to my feet, embraces me in a way that makes me feel safe. That makes me want to cry.
“I do love you,” I whisper.
“I do love you,” he murmurs.
