Page 13 of Rounds
I had to stop by the grocery store to get a small bouquet from their floral section and a bottle of wine. I would get her a better bouquet next week. I just couldn’t go there with only my dick in my hand. She could probably use a glass of wine after her day today, since she didn’t normally work weekends. I had a desire to do so much for her, and that was so different for me. I was rolling with it though.
When I got to the hotel, I grabbed my bag, the wine, and the flowers from the passenger seat and sent her a message so she could come to the lobby to get me. I was more than sure I would need a key card on the elevator to access the floor. After making sure my car was locked, I headed inside to see her getting off the elevator, wearing leggings and a long T-shirt. I licked my lips and made my way to her. My dick was already starting to stand from anticipation alone.
She hit the button for the elevator when her eyes met mine. Not saying a word, I followed her on. The minute it closed, I asked, “Were you asleep?”
“I had dozed off. I was reading, and it lured me to sleep.”
I didn’t respond. If she was tired, I would probably be okay with just holding her tonight. I was somewhat tired too, but I would find energy to fuck. When the doors opened, I followed her to the room. I needed a shower before anything else though. I smelled like the hospital. We entered the room and after I walked in, she put the lever over the door. I placed the wine and flowers on the table and dropped my bag to the floor then went to the bathroom to start the shower and take a piss.
I stepped out to get my shower gel and hygiene items for when I got out. She was sitting on the bed staring at me. I stared back for a moment, then asked, “You okay?”
She shook her head rapidly. I set everything on the countertop then went to her, pulling her from the bed. I led her to the bathroom then hugged her. “It seems like you just needtenderness right now. I’m capable of giving that too, especially to you, for some reason.”
She didn’t respond to me as I pulled her in my arms. She took a deep breath as she laid her head on my chest. I gently slid my hands up and down her back, trying to soothe her turmoil. She wasn’t crying, but I could tell her thoughts were tormenting her. I pulled away from her and began taking off my scrubs. She stood still and stared at me. In the quietness, I heard the soft jazz music playing. It seemed to be instrumental.
“What are you listening to?”
“The score for the movie,The Photograph.Robert Glasper is one of my favorites, and he did the score and soundtrack. It soothes me. A lot of his music does. This playlist is his songs that I love the most,” she said softly.
She was the total opposite of how she was in the hospital. I thought she had a fiery temperament, but right now she was everything but. When I got down to my drawers, I pulled her to me and began slowly pulling at her T-shirt. She didn’t say a word. She just allowed me to do as I pleased. I was more than sure she’d taken a shower already, but I wanted to wash her body and gently massage her in the process.
“Thank you for the flowers.”
“You’re welcome.”
I pulled the shirt over her head, and I was mesmerized for a moment, staring at her big ass titties. While they were a joy to look at, they had to be heavy for her. I licked my lips and slid my hands to her back to unfasten her bra. She stared into my eyes, and the sadness in them drew my face to hers. I lightly kissed her pouty lips. They were soft as fuck. I was ready to slide into her when I kissed her in the lounge.
After I pulled away, I pulled her straps from her shoulders, letting her bra fall to the floor. Those melons were summoning me something serious. I bit my bottom lip, trying to containmyself, but it was to no avail. I lowered my head and gently licked her nipple then pulled it into my mouth. She brought her hands to my head like she was holding me in place. I didn’t stay there long. I wanted to show her intimacy, because for some strange ass reason, I cared about her spirit.
Going to my knees, I pulled her leggings down to see she wasn’t wearing underwear.Well, shit.I rested my forehead against her stomach, and she seemed tense. She kind of held her hand over her stomach like she was embarrassed about it. If she was embarrassed, she surely shouldn’t have let me unveil this masterpiece. It was too late for embarrassment. I scanned her beautiful body, noticing all the tattoos that graced her skin.
I especially liked the one on her foot. I had a slight fetish with feet, and she had some pretty ass toes whose toenails were painted white to match her fingernails. Her natural curls that framed her face were calling me as well. I stood and slid my fingers through them. They were just as soft as they looked. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back and kissed her lips a little stronger than last time.
Once I pulled away, I took a step back and allowed my gaze to grace her curves. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Delaney. Damn, baby.”
I could see her blush as she stared at me. Pulling at the waistband of my boxer briefs, I stretched them out over my erection. I was so fucking hard until it was becoming painful. I was hoping she wanted to fuck. If not, I knew at some point I would have to relieve myself. There was no way I would be able to sleep in the same bed with her, feeling her soft body against mine, without nutting at some point.
Her gaze was trained on my dick until I grabbed her hand and led her to the shower. “You need a shower cap?” I asked.
She shook her head, her curls bouncing somewhat. I bit my bottom lip as I backed into the standalone shower, pulling herwith me. Being sure to get under the spray first to make sure the temperature was good, I went to the right, backing into it. It was hot, but I couldn’t even focus on that shit at the moment. Pulling her to me, I asked, “Is this too hot?”
“No, but you can take some of the heat out. You’re dark complexioned, but your skin is getting red.”
She smiled slightly and bit her bottom lip. I twisted my lips to the side but still turned around and adjusted the temperature. She grabbed the towel hanging on the railing and wet it. After ringing it out, she reached up and washed my face. The only time I broke eye contact was when she slid the towel over my eyes. When she removed it, I took it from her and rinsed it off. When I grabbed her shower gel, she stopped me.
“I already took a shower. Let me wash you. I’m sure it’s been a long day for you.”
“It has been a very long day, but I can wash myself.” She lowered her head, so I continued by saying, “But you can wash me if you want to.”
It was like she wanted to cater to me, and me denying her hurt her feelings or something. I was here for her in whatever capacity she needed me in. She grabbed my body wash and lathered the towel, then began slowly dragging it over my skin. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and moan. It wasn’t that it felt so good. It was the fact that it was her. She took her time, making sure she touched every part of me with that towel.
I opened my eyes and stared at her as she seemed to be in a trance while staring at my chest. She finally looked up at me. “Glover?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re so fine.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Thank you, Delaney.”
