Page 57 of Saving You

“Best sex I’ve ever had,” she says breathlessly.

I grin, leaning over to kiss her. “Me too.”

We lie like that for a minute, staring at each other. I can’t ever remember a time after sex when I’ve just wanted to stare at a woman.

I finally lift off the bed and pick her up. She giggles as she wraps her arms around my neck. I kiss her nose as I walk us into the washroom, placing her on the counter before I turn on the shower. As the water warms up, I step between her legs and kiss her slowly.

There is zero urgency to this kiss. It’s intimate. Exploring. Savouring. With my hand in her hair, I pull her head back, allowing me a better angle. She goes with the movement and wraps her arms and legs around me. Her nails gently scrape my back and it gets me going. I feel myself hardening between her legs.

I pull back and lead her into the shower, allowing her to get under the water first. When she’s good and wet, I grab the bar of soap and begin washing her. I start on her back, moving my way slowly down to her ass, massaging each cheek, before moving down her legs. I turn her and stand back up. I massage each of her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and she throws her head back with a moan. I walk her back as I work my way down her stomach and kneel before her.

I throw her leg over my shoulder, giving myself a perfect view of her pussy. It’s pink and wet, and not from the shower. I grin up at her as I lick her lazily. Her hand immediately goes to my hair, and I grin. I eat her like a man starved, tasting every part of her. She’s still sensitive from her earlier orgasms. I suck on her clit twice, and she detonates.

When she’s come down from the high, I stand and she wraps her arms around my neck before jumping up. I grab her legs as she wraps them around my hips. She reaches down and positions herself before sliding down my cock. She’s fucking soaked, and I slide in easily.

“Fuck, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

She grins as she continues to work herself on me. I grip her ass tightly and take over, bouncing her on my cock as she grips my shoulders and throws her head back. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and I lean forward, capturing a nipple between my teeth and tugging on it before laving it with my tongue.

We keep a relentless pace as she clenches around me. A couple more bounces and she comes. As soon as she clamps down around me, I come. I’m breathless as I hold her against the wall. She slowly unwraps her legs from around my hips before she grabs the bar of soap and begins washing me. Shetakes her time as she washes every inch of me, and it’s the most intimate I’ve ever been with a woman.

I shut off the water and step out of the shower. I wrap a towel around her and then my waist. I slowly dry her body before offering her one of my shirts to wear to bed. I slip into a pair of boxer briefs and go to climb into bed. I look up and see Bailey still standing in the middle of the room. She looks hesitantly between the bed and the door.

“Bails, come to bed.”

“I can go back to my room,” she says as she plays with the hem of my shirt.

I walk around the bed and stop in front of her, gently placing my hands on each side of her face. “Bailey, I want you in my bed. I want you beside me. You’re not going back to that room unless it’s what you want.”

She looks into my eyes for a few seconds before she nods and walks around me, climbing under the covers.

I round the bed and climb in behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling her into me. “You’re not sleeping all the way over there,” I say as I drop a kiss on her temple.

She wiggles back into me, and I hold her tight. Her hand comes to mine, and she interlaces our fingers. I listen to her breathing as it slows, and she falls asleep in my arms.

Iwake up in the morning to Bailey draped across me and I smile. Her hair is spread across my chest and shoulder, her arm is wrapped around my stomach, and her leg is over mine like she was worried I’d run away. There is no way that’s going to happen.

I turn and check the time and see it’s almost 9 a.m. I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night. The only thing I can think of that caused that is Bailey. I run my fingers through her hair as she snuggles into me. Her eyelashes flutter across my skin before she looks up at me with a smile.

“Good morning,” she says.

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Good morning.”

I lean down and kiss her. She pulls back from the kiss and throws her leg all the way over me to straddle my hips. She looks at me with an expression full of lust as she reaches down and pulls my shirt over her head before pushing my boxer briefs down and pulling my cock out. She sits over me, her blonde hair cascading down her front and back. I groan as I grip her hips. She has a mischievous smile as she lifts, positioning herself before sinking down on my cock. She goes slowly, allowing each inch to stretch her. I throw my head back, gripping her hips as I try not to just thrust mine up. When she’s all the way down and our hips meet, she leans her head back, her hair going with as she grinds herself on my pelvic bone, working her clit against me.

She swivels her hips before lifting up and slamming down. She works herself up then she leans forward, planting her hands on my chest.

“Play with my clit,” she moans while continuing to ride me.

I let her take the lead this morning. I don’t usually take orders, but seeing her like this, so unrestrained, has me doing exactly as she asks. I reach between us, finding her clit. With each swipe of my thumb, her nails scrape at my skin. When she comes, her nails dig in, leaving marks. I love it.

I remove my hand and hold her hips as I thrust, finding my own release. She collapses on top of me, and I brush her hair back before kissing her forehead.

“Breakfast?” I ask, and she nods against my chest.

She rolls off me, and I makemy way into the washroom, cleaning myself off before returning to the bedroom with a warm washcloth and cleaning Bailey. I give her a quick kiss before tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket.

Opening the bedroom door, I see Finn lying in front of it. He lifts his head, giving me an expression that tells me he’s not happy about not being able to sleep on the bed last night. I reach down and scratch the top of his head.

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