He stood, pulling her with him until they faced each other, her still standing in the bath, him on the floor. She stood, naked, chest rising and falling with each breath and he let his gaze drop, taking his time to admire her fucking unbelievable body. Suds dripped between her breasts, over her hips and he watched them as they made their way back to the water.
He pulled his towel free and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes dropped to his cock and he saw the part of her lips, the tiniest glimpse of her tongue.
‘I’m going to wash you now,’ he said, and his voice was low in his throat. He had to touch that body, he wanted to get to know every inch of it, feel the softness of the skin, the contours of her bones.
Submerging a sponge in the water, he drizzled it with bubble bath and squeezed it gently, watching her anticipation grow. The tremor of her stomach, the rise of her nipples, before he’d even touched her. Walker couldn’t help but smile at the power they held over each other. He lifted the sponge to her shoulders and began at the top, soaping her arms down to her fingertips and back, before circling her breasts and hearing the slightest of noises escape from her mouth.
‘Does that feel good?’ he asked, as he moved the sponge down over her ribs and continued over her stomach.
‘Yes,’ she murmured before gasping as he turned her to face the wall. He began again at the top of her back, taking his time, rubbing in small circles, soaping her shoulder blades, the narrow pinch of her waist, the swell of her hips and the perfect round of her butt.
‘Good?’ he asked again.
‘Yes,’ she whispered.
‘Hands on the wall,’ he said, letting his sponge tease her body up and down, up and down. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to plunge himself into her now, or if he wanted to tease her until she screamed. She moaned quietly and put both hands on the tiles, leaning onto the wall for support, and it made up his mind for him. He had to make her scream.
He followed the line of her back all the way down now, parting her legs and pushing the sponge between and right through to her core. She dropped her forehead to the tiles, giving him better access and he squeezed the soapy sponge against her, forward and back until she rocked with the same rhythm, moaning quietly.
Walker let the sponge drop and replaced it with his fingers, feeling the soft slip of her against his skin. His dick was pulsing now, desperate to be inside her. He tested her with his fingers, first one and then two, fully aware he felt bigger than ever before. She pushed back against him, arching her back, so he thrust his fingers further, stretching her out, withdrawing them only to circle her hot bud before plunging them inside her again. He found the sponge again with his free hand and sluiced her with water, rinsing the soap and watching it run in rivulets down her body.
He twisted Gabi back around to face him. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth half open. She had never looked more beautiful. He lifted her and laid her down on the bathroom mat. She reached for him, but he held her flat with one hand as he positioned himself between her legs, dropping to his knees to taste her. She was hot and wet and soft. He found her clit with his lips and rolled it until she groaned out loud, running her fingers through his hair. He brought his fingers back to her centre and teased her until she cried out for him.
‘Walker, please. . .’
He knelt between her thighs and replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding it between her lips and over her clit, playing with her, teasing that tiny nub with the steel of his dick again and again until she suddenly stilled, arched her back towards him and locked her eyes on his.
‘Come with me,’ she gasped and it was enough. He lined up his cock and sank in one movement, filling her entirely as she screamed.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Gabi
Gabi woke to find herself held fast against Walker’s body, his arm slung over her, heavy in his sleep. Fatboy Jim was curled in front of her, head under his paw, and she didn’t dare stretch for fear of disturbing one or the other. Instead, she sank back into the pillow, luxuriating in the softness of the bed, the weight of Walker’s arms, the rhythmic purr of the cat. She felt a smile lift her cheeks. Did she want to run home? No. Did she regret any of the intimacy they’d shared? She waited for the pang of cringe to hit her, but it didn’t. No. What she did feel was ever so comfy, ever so relaxed and ever so happy.
It could be the result of a night of the best sex of her life, but she knew it was more than that. It was the connection between them that made every touch mean something more. It felt like a new adventure and coming home all at once.
Her phone went off at exactly the same time as Walker’s. He threw an arm towards the bedside table to reach it as she did the same. Fatboy Jim stretched and stood, padding off the bed with a thump.
Girl Gang WhatsApp group
Isabella: Meatballs on me at Tutto Mio today.
Gabi: Sounds messy.
Isabella: Haha. Come at 1 p.m. I’ve saved us a table. The guys are coming too, so Gabi, you can come with Walker.
Gabi: Already have.
Isabella: TMI!
Amber: You go, girl.
Walker and Gabi both read their messages and typed their responses before simultaneously dropping their phones to the bed. She turned to him and they faced each other on the pillow.
‘Meatballs for lunch then?’ he said. His hair was tousled, his chin already rough with stubble. He looked completely edible himself.
‘As long as you’re my breakfast,’ she said, pulling him closer.
