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“How’s Cooper?” he asks.
“Gwen texted at three this morning. She said she was taking him home with her.”
He raises his eyebrows seductively and I laugh. He lifts my coffee to his lips and takes a sip before he hands it to me. “Drink your coffee. You won’t be sleeping for at least an hour.”
“Just an hour?” I question as the kids charge down thestairs.
“Maybe two,” he responds with a smile.
I set down my cup and reach into the fridge to get their lunches. I hand them off as we hear the tires of the bus approaching. I kiss them both and tell them to grab their backpacks.
Nick and I walk them out and wave as they get on the bus. As soon as it’s out of sight, he lifts me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder. I laugh and beat his ass with my hands. He carries me up the stairs, straight to my bedroom.
As he sets me down, he kisses me passionately and I moan into him. It seems like forever since we’ve been alone together, and I crave his touch.
“So, a shower?” he asks.
I nod reluctantly. “It’s too bright in there, so don’t even think of joining me.”
“You’re forgetting I’ve seen you naked already. Do I need to remind you how crazy I am about you?” He takes my hand and places it on his rock-hard dick, and excitement courses through my veins.
“How’d that happen?” I ask playfully.
“You walked through the door,” he states as he kisses my neck. “Let me shower with you and make love to you. Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes, I do.”
“Hmm… I like those words. I like them a lot.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom.
“If we’re going to do this, then I need a minute. Can you give me a minute?”
He smirks. “You have one minute.” He removes his watch and slowly closes the door.”
“I meant two… I need to pee.”
“Fine!” I hear him say. “Two!”
I laugh as I race around the bathroom. I undress quickly, thankful that I shaved before work. I pee and immediately start the shower. I throw a towel over the curtain and step inside. I forget to remove my ponytail, so I undo the twist and toss it over the curtain before I dunk my head into the water. Several minutes pass by before I hear him open the door. I’m immediately nervous. I stand facing the shower head and let the hot water wash down my body. After a minute, the curtain pulls back and closes. I don’t turn to face him. I close my eyes and cringe at the idea of him seeing my naked body in the full light of day. I feel his hands caress my hips as he pushes his body against mine.
He reaches in front of me and pulls my nipple in his fingers. It sends waves of pleasure over my skin. I feel his mouth on my shoulder, and his free hand reaches across me to the soap. He rubs the soap in his hands and then gently begins to wash me. His touch is light and purposeful. I feel his erection flick against me from behind, and I bite my lip.
He takes his time as he washes me from head to toe. His hands are loving and soft. My girly parts receive extra attention, and he groans lightly as he rubs in between my legs. I reach my hand over my head and wrap it around his neck as it becomes clear his purpose is no longer to make sure I’m clean. I feel him slide between my butt cheeks as he rubs himself into me and massages my weakest, most wanting area with his hand. He slips his finger inside me, and I clench my muscles around him, moaning and needy.
“Move for me,” he whispers into my ear. I start to lift myself up and down on his finger as he slides another into me.
“You’re so wet.”
I turn my body to face him and wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips meet as we step under the water together and my hand slides down his back to grasp his perfect round ass.
I push my fingers into his skin as he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I reach around and stroke him gently. He’s hard, and it turns me on to know how much he wants me. His hands lift up and he pushes my head back under the water as he kisses the curve of my neck. Reaching over to the shampoo, he lovingly begins to massage it into my hair. He’s tender and careful, taking his time and making sure I feel loved and cherished as he rinses out the soap.
“Conditioner too?”
“Yes please,” I whisper. I’ve never had a man wash my hair before and it feels incredible.
Once he finishes rinsing out the conditioner, he lifts his hand behind me and shuts off the water. He pulls the towel off the rod and begins to dry my hair. Then he dries my shoulders, my arms, my chest, and down the rest of my body before he quickly dries himself. He wraps the towel around me and takes my hand. He leads me through the bathroom to the bedroom and pulls back the covers. I want him, and I can tell by the smirk on his face that he knows it. He opens the drawer and takes out an extremely large pack of condoms. They aren’t mine, and I laugh when I realize he came very prepared. He opens the wrapper and places the condom in my hand. Then he places his hand over mine and glides it over his erection. I hold my hand on him and continue to pleasure him when he slips my towel from my waist. I try to act unaffected that I’m fully naked in front of him.
