Page 52 of 7 Miles High
Chapter 17
Parker
The dining room table. The bedroom, on the floor, and in the bed. A repeat performance of our Cancun wall fuck, her on my shoulders, pussy pressing against my lips. This time I didn’t pull a muscle. Even if I had it would have totally been worth it.
Now we’re fueling ourselves with a shared bowl of steaming pasta and a cold beer. It’s great to know she can just go with the flow of things. If there’s one thing I don’t like is someone who’s rigid. I’ve been with that kind of woman before and it doesn’t work. Natalie is cool. She threw our meal together in minutes and didn’t fuss about using the best china or cloth napkins. My kind of woman.
Eating on top of her bed, I reach over and wipe the Alfredo sauce that dots her chin. The full bottom lip almost hides the evidence. But I caught it and it gives me the perfect chance to run my thumb over her pink blushed lips.
“You’ve got some sauce here, babe. Let me get it.”
I’m not fooling her though. She parts her luscious lips just a little when I touch her mouth, knowing I will be watching closely.
“I think I bruised you. Right here,” I say, softly patting the slightly discolored flesh.
“You bruised yourself. Have you looked in the mirror? At your chin?”
“I don’t need to. Last time you were on my shoulders against the wall I had the same souvenir.”
“Oh Lord! You and I are going to get a reputation,” she giggles.
“Babe, it’s already a done deal. And I don’t really mind.”
“You interested in showering with me? I hear it calling our names.”
I remove the bowl from the bed we’re sitting cross-legged on and set it on her bedside table. A final sip of beer drains the last of the bottle.
“Lead on. I need to wash my dirty girl,” I say, taking her by the hand.
I’m not fooling Natalie. She knows I know where the bathroom is. But she also knows I like to watch her walk away. That ass. It’s the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. She knows it. How could she not? The giggles tell me I’m right.
“Are you looking at my ass, Mr. Dunn?”
“Well, duh.”
I get a little wiggle for my efforts and with it my dick rises in a salute.
“You’re about to be buggered, in case you haven’t figured it out by my erect dick.”
She opens the shower door and turns on the water, testing it with her hand.
“Haven’t you been satisfied yet? I may not have another orgasm in me. I’m only human you know.”
The words say one thing but her laughing eyes say another.
“Who you kidding? You’re the most orgasmic woman I’ve ever been with. And no, I’m not satisfied. Not sure I ever will have enough of you.”
She drops her unnecessary robe and steps into the shower.
“Well, get naked, man. The water’s fine.”
I follow her instructions and drop my briefs. That seems to be a theme today. Stepping in, my toes feel the cold tile before the warm water touches my skin. Goosebumps.
“Oh man, this feels great.”
Head leaned back, Natalie lets the water run over her long hair. I watch as she combs the long strands with her fingers.
“Let me wash your hair,” I say, grabbing the Pantene on the wire shelf.
