“We should move though, in case Aster comes home.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, good point.”
Dillon got up off my lap and I adjusted myself and stood as well. Ginger was still fast asleep so we stole to the bedroom and got naked.
“Let me just... I should shower,” Dillon said.
“Mm, shower sex.” I grinned and followed him into the en ]suite.
Dillon chuckled, turning the water on and grabbing some lube out of the drawer. “Okay just give me five minutes to clean off, okay? Then you’re allowed in and you can do whatever you like.”
I groaned, loving the way that invitation sounded.
At a loss for what else to do, I shaved my face, since I’d been leaving it a few days — been so busy — once that was done, I approached the shower.
Dillon had a hand behind him, and from the flush in his cheeks and his open mouth, he was prepping himself.
“Fuck...” I paused, not opening the shower door. “I could watch this for hours.”
Dillon whined. “Not hours, can’t wait that long to feel you.”
I couldn’t argue with that. But I also formed a plan for later, after all the Christmas madness was done. I wanted to tease Dillon within an inch of his life...
That could wait.
I slipped my arms around his waist, luxuriating in the feel of his lean, wet body against mine. “You’re so hot, Dill.” My voice had dropped an octave, the arousal affecting me in all kinds of ways.
“Need you,” Dillon whined in my ear. “Please.”
Growling, I gripped his hips and spun him to face the wall, the shower head to his left. He braced one hand on it, the other reaching behind to pull me to him. He didn’t need to worry about that, I wasn't going to hold back.
I grabbed the lube off the shower shelf and slicked myself, wasting no time in teasing him.
“Baby, you worked fast, huh?” I growled in his ear. He was almost ready for me.
I slipped two fingers in to stretch him further.
Dillon gasped, his head dropped to rest against the shower wall. “God, Tane, yes.”
I pushed the head of my dick against him, moving slow to match the stretch around me.
Dillon held as still as he could, breathing hard, his shoulders bunched with muscles. He was tense, I couldn’t have that. I needed him to relax.
I reached around to grip his wrists, pinning them both to the wall with one of mine. My other hand moved around his waist to stroke him gently.
“Relax, darling, I’m going to take good care of you.”
Dillon moaned, his shoulders slumping as he gave in to me.
I knew pinning his hands would get him going. I’d teased him with the idea of bondage in the past but we’d never actually discussed it. But he loved when I did stuff like this, bossed him around or pinned him down under me.
All those long days being in charge and making decisions, my boy needed a break from all that. I’d make a pillow princess out of him, yet.
I kissed his neck and pushed inside slowly, paying close attention to the way he was breathing and moaning.
“More, Tane, you don’t have to be gentle.”
I groaned and squeezed his wrists, bucking harder into him, bottoming out so he could feel all of me. His muscles fluttered, clenching and releasing around me. I rested my forehead on his shoulder and just felt the way our bodies connected. It was beautiful, perfect, we slotted together like we were made for each other.
