Page 67 of Pining for Pierce

“I love you, too.”

He smiles, his eyes still shining, and I smile back, nodding my head. No other words are necessary. I think we both know how we feel now, and he crawls off of the bed, turning away. I watch him go. There are no visible bruises on his body, but he stretches as he walks from the room, and I wonder if his back is hurting. My leg definitely is, although I distract myself by looking out the window, noticing the overcast sky.

Pierce is back within moments and sits on the edge of the bed, gazing down at me, like I’m new to him, which I suppose I am, even though he knows me so intimately now.

“Is it still raining?” I ask.

“No, but it feels kinda cold. Much colder than yesterday.” I shift a little closer, wincing at the pain in my leg. “What’s wrong?” he asks, leaning over.

“My leg hurts.”

“Why didn’t you say?”

“Because there were more important things to talk about… and do.”

He nods, but then studies my leg, letting his hand roam upward from calf to thigh. “I can’t see any bruising yet,” he says. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t be sore. Are you hurting anywhere else?”

“Not yet. What about you?”

“My back’s kinda stiff, but it’s not too bad.”

“And you didn’t think to say anything, either?”

“Like you just said, there were more important things to say… and do.” As he finishes speaking, he shifts a little closer, placing his finger beneath my chin to raise my head, and kisses me just briefly. “Do you wanna come shower with me?” he asks.

I nod my head and he takes my hand, helping me to stand, and then leads me out of the bedroom, into the living room, and then through to the bathroom.

It’s just as masculine in here as I would have expected, the white-tiled walls contrasting with the black framed shower unit, which fills one end of the room. Along the wall, there’s a vanity, with a sink set in the middle, and a shelf underneath, stacked with white, fluffy towels. It’s functional, but I like it.

“How do you take your showers?” he asks. “Cool, or scalding?”

“Somewhere in between.”

He nods, turning on the water and adjusting it slightly. It’s powerful, but relaxing at the same time, and I let him pull me into his arms, looking up at him.

“Okay?” he says.

“Yes, thank you.”

He bends his head, kissing me again, and I feel his arousal pressing in to me, although there’s no pressure to do anything about it, and he just holds me close, our bodies locked, our tongues entwined, until eventually, he pulls away and tips his head.

“May I wash you?”

“If you want to.”

He smiles, and reaches behind me for the soap, lathering his hands before he touches them to my body, starting with my shoulders and working downward. He pays particular attention to my breasts, swirling his fingers around my nipples, making me moan, and then he moves on, caressing his hands across my stomach, and down between my legs, kneeling before me, although he tips his head back, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s something very erotic about being touched like this, his soapy fingers sliding between my folds, and I’m breathless by the time he’s finished. He moves around behind me, repeating the process, his hands wandering down my back, stroking my ass, and then journeying south, down my legs. He’s kneeling again, and I feel his lips brush over my ass in gentle kisses as he brings his hands up in front of me again.

“Sorry. I think I missed a bit,” he says, rubbing his fingers against my clitoris.

“I think you might have done,” I murmur, parting my legs, and he rubs a little faster.

“You’re so hard to resist, babe.”

“Then don’t.”

He chuckles, rubbing faster still, my body quivering already. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he says.

“Very.” I lean forward slightly, resting my hands on the tiled wall, just as my body succumbs, pleasure crashing through me. Iscream his name, the word echoing off of the walls, and he grabs me around the waist, holding me up. I need that. My legs are barely able to support me, and as my climax subsides, he stands, his fingers still circling me gently as he pulls me back against him, my back to his front, in a warm embrace.

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