He clears our plates, rinses them and loads them into the dishwasher then reaches for my hand. “Want to take a shower?”
“Together?”
“Umm.. yeah,” he says, already leading me to his bedroom.
When we get to his master bath, it’s all dark wood with brass sconces, warm and inviting. He coaxes me into his arms with his smile. “You… wearing my old college shirt does something to me.”
“What does it do?” I ask even though I can feel it against my stomach.
He edges closer, trailing his fingers over my skin and looks down at the space between us, his erection growing harder. “It makes me want to fuck you until you can’t possibly put together a coherent sentence. That you forget about everyone else but me.”
He lifts this worn cotton t-shirt over my head.
Possessive. “Is that a challenge?” I quirk the corner of my lip, smiling like that devil.
“No Doc, it’s the truth.”
“Cocky much?”
“It’s not arrogance if you can back it up,” he grins as his hot breath waves over my neck. “Ready?”
“Ready to get…”
“No, I’ll be late.”
His head falls back, a smirk covering his face when he looks at me.
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” He presses a kiss on my neck. “Let’s get in and see where it leads.” He winks and those freaking dimples make him look so innocent but there’s a bad boy inside of him that I hope he unleashes on me.
I wash my hair with his manly shampoo that smells like eucalyptus. When he raises his arms to wash his hair, he closes his eyes and I take the opportunity to soak him in. The soap slipping over his abs, his dick at half-mast and the way his lips move as he hums.
My hands are drawn to his skin, skimming over his chest. Parker fingers his dark, wet hair from his face, and I press onto my toes and his hands rest on my collarbone, his thumbs swiping over my neck. Our lips meet and the kiss is sensual, unhurried.
“Damn,” he slides his hands down my body and settles on my smallish waist, continuing the kiss. “I love your body. Hips to hold on to. Soft lips.” He pulls our bodies flush. My heart hammers, my insides pulsing, needing him more than I’ve ever needed anything.
He picks me up and I lock my legs around his waist. Wepull apart long enough for him to flash his dimples in the sultriest way before he pins me against the wall. His tip nudges against my opening, twitching. He repositions himself so he has one free hand, using it to make sure I’m ready.
“So wet for me, Doc.” His voice is raw and scratchy as he pushes himself in. He drops his head into the curve of my neck.
“Oh God.”
I feel him smile against my skin.
“Do you want my cock to be buried deep inside you? Do you want it harder?” He asks, raw with desire on his lips.
“Yes.”
“I knew you were a good girl.”
Not wanting him to think I’m talking about his size, I challenge. “Don’t get cocky. I was talking about making the water harder.”
“Harder, that sounds right.” He laughs.
I slap his back, but my fingernails end up digging into his skin as he presses into me, making me feel so desired. My back might end up with tile burns with how he’s thrusting upward so hard. It feels like I’m the only girl in the world.
He whispers words I can’t quite make out, having multiple orgasms have that effect on me, evidently. His body tightens around me and inside me, biting down on my shoulder. Suddenly he must remember he’s not wearing a condom and he pulls out. My body slides down the tile until my feet touch the floor. Parker strokes himself until I move his hand out of the way, and drop to my knees to finish the job, using my tongue to play with his velvety head. His fingers fist my hair, his ass tightening in my hands. I look up and hischin is in his chest, mouth hanging open, with water dripping from his hair onto my face.
Sucking in, and stiffening my tongue, I swipe it back and forth over his smooth, hard erection. His legs shake as he fucks my mouth, faster and deeper until I can’t breathe. He lets out a raw guttural growl that started in his legs and crawled its way into his chest. Warm cum coats my throat before he pulls himself out.
