Page 68 of Pining for Pierce

“Okay?” he whispers in my ear.

“Better than okay.” I turn and look up at him. “May I wash you now?”

He chuckles. “If you want to, but don’t expect me to come.”

“Why not?” I ask, my face falling.

“Because I only came inside you about thirty minutes ago… not to mention twice last night. There’s such a thing as recovery time.”

I glance down at his straining erection. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really. I’m hard because you’re here, and it seems being hard is like second nature when I’m around you… but that doesn’t mean I can come again. Not yet.”

“How long will it be before you can?” I ask and he leans in and kisses me.

“I don’t know. It’s not something I’ve ever tested before… not like this. Give me a couple of hours and we’ll see what happens.” I giggle, unable to help myself, and he pulls me close. “Still wanna wash me?”

“Of course.”

I take the soap, lathering my hands like he did, and then replace it, studying his body as I run my fingers across his inked skin.

“You like my tattoos, don’t you?” he says, watching me.

“Yes. I always did. I remember when you first had them done, it was like you’d taken perfection, and made it better.”

“Perfection?”

“Yes. You’ve always been perfect to me.”

I glance up to see he’s smiling at me, although I quickly revert my gaze to his abdomen… to his rippled muscles, leaning in to kiss them before I soap them up. He sighs, and then moans more loudly as I clasp my hand around his erection, sliding it back and forth.

“That feels good,” he says. “Looks good, too.”

I smile up at him, cupping his balls in my hand, which makes him gasp. “Sorry,” I whisper.

“Hell… don’t apologize. I liked it.”

I do it again, and this time he groans and flexes his hips slightly.

“Are you sure about needing that recovery time?” I ask.

“Positive. I’m in no danger of coming, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy what you’re doing.”

“Okay.”

I move lower, crouching down to wash his legs. His erection is right in front of me, and before I get up again, I nudge him backwards so he’s right underneath the water, letting it wash off the soap, and then take I him in my mouth.

“Jesus, Harley,” he murmurs, his hand coming down on the back of my head. “You’re really good at that.” He flexes his hips just gently, and I look up at him, nodding my head. “You want me to fuck your mouth?” he says. I nod again and he smiles, holding my head still and moving back and forth. He keeps it gentle, careful not to go too deep, but I have to say, I love this… I love everything about it. Except my leg is hurting, and after a few minutes, I have to pull back.

“I’m sorry,” I say, looking up into his eyes as I stand. “My leg…”

“That’s okay.” He clasps my face between his hands. “What you just did was amazing, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

He hands me some shampoo, taking some for himself, and we wash our hair before switching off the water and steppingout. He wraps me in a towel, kissing me briefly, then takes another for himself.

“Just give me a second,” he says, wrapping it low around his hips and leaving the room. I don’t know where he’s gone, but I take a moment to rub the towel over the sore spot on my leg. It doesn’t hurt to touch, which seems odd, especially considering how much it hurt just now. Still, I guess it’s early days. Pierce comes back into the room, bearing a brand new toothbrush, still in its pack, and hands it to me. “There’s no storage space in here,” he says as I unwrap it. “So I keep all my new toothbrushes and soaps and shampoos in the bedroom.”

“I see.”

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