Page 72 of Hot Summer Nights

She takes it from me, tugging her dress off and the shirt on quickly. I strip as she heads into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing the makeup off of her face. I walk up behind her, watching her in the mirror as I squirt some toothpaste onto my own brush. We stand side by side for a minute, our mouths covered in white foam. She spits into the sink, rinsing out her mouth before she heads back into the bedroom.

I follow quickly after her, slipping into bed behind her. Just like last night, I tug my Princess up against me, holding her close with a smile on my face. Peace, the same as last night, floods me as I hold my girl against me and let sleep take us both.

NINE

Stella

I wake up sweating,wrapped up tight in Kit’s arms. My head is resting on his strong chest, my cheek is smashed up against his pec and my head is rising and falling with his even breaths. His legs are tangled up with mine and I take a moment, smiling over how he always has to have me as close to him as possible. I take a moment to enjoy the feeling of being safe, pressed up completely against Kit. I remember everything that happened last night, all of the things that I shared with him. I thought I would wake up and feel exposed, nervous about my secrets being out in the open in the light of day but that feeling never comes. Instead, a sense of calm, of peace, washes over me.

I really have to pee so I start the process of trying to disentangle myself from Kit. It takes me a couple of minutes but I finally manage to untangle myself and I slip down the hallway to the bathroom. I do my business and come out to brush my teeth. I check the time and see it’s only ten am. I think my nap yesterday helped me finally catch up on my sleep. I’m not sure what the plan is for today but I need to shower before we go anywhere so I strip off Kit’s shirt, tossing it on the counter before I turn the shower on.

I’m just rinsing my hair out when the shower door opens and Kit steps inside. Before I can get a good look at him, he crowds me against the wall, gripping my hips and lifting me up until our mouths meet. I wrap my slippery hands around him, holding on while he ravages my mouth. He nips my bottom lip, pressing my back flat against the shower wall. His hands slide down, gripping my ass as he hoists me higher against him. I moan as I feel his thick erection as it presses against my wet folds. The tips slips an inch inside of me and my nails dig into Kit’s shoulder.

“Relax Princess. When I take you for the first time it will be in our bed where I can really explore you and take my time.”

My muscles loosen around him and I relax against the wall as Kit holds me up. He leans back and we both look down our wet bodies to where we are just barely joined. Kit’s hands knead my ass as he slowly bounces me on his cock. He never lets me drop down more than an inch but it’s more than enough to get me off. My tits feel swollen as they bounce with each of his thrusts.

Kit pulls out slipping his cock back and forth through my wet folds. His cock slides over my clit as he continues to mimic fucking me. I’m so close and as soon as Kit slips the tip back inside of me, I go off. My back arches, my tits bouncing as I try to wiggle my hips to take more of him inside of me. I can hear Kit as he snarls, begging me to stop moving. I can’t control my movements though and my hips continue to rock as my orgasm rolls through me. I hear Kit moan and feel his warm release as his own orgasm slams through him.

Kit’s head falls forward, resting on my shoulder as we both try to catch our breath. After a moment, Kit pulls out of me and lets me slide down until my feet touch the shower floor. I look down, spreading my legs slightly when I feel his release start to leak out of me. Kit follows my line of sight and I hear him groan at the sight before his hand darts out. I watch as Kit scoops up some of his come with his fingers before he moves it back to my entrance, pushing it back inside of me. I watch his face as he does this over and over again until he’s satisfied.

He squirts some body wash in his hands, smoothing the suds over my body and then his own before he takes the showerhead, rinsing us both off. I watch while he washes his hair, my eyes scanning down his toned body. This is the first time that I’m getting to see him naked and my mouth starts to water at the sight before me. Water runs in small streams down his chest and I watch as it rinses the suds down his body, over his six-pack abs, and down his thick thighs. My eyes snag on the tree trunk hanging between those thighs and I gulp as I picture trying to take that thing inside of me.

I don’t get to dwell on it for long before he turns the water off and steps out of the shower. He grabs two towels, wrapping one around his waist before he uses the other one to dry my hair off. Once he’s satisfied that I’m dry, he grabs another towel and quickly rubs it across his body. He picks me up then and carries me into the closet, passing me one of his shirts before he slides one over his own head. He tugs on a pair of gym shorts before he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom next, setting me gently on the bed before he turns and rummages through the dresser.

“You know I can walk right?” I ask, finding him carrying me around amusing but trying to hide it.

“My Princess will never have to lift a finger. Not while I’m around,” he says, passing me a matching black bra and panty set and a pair of jean shorts.

I slip the clothes on quickly and once again I’m back in Kit’s arms. He cradles me against his chest as he carries me down the stairs and over to the kitchen counter. He sets me down on a barstool and I wonder if he’s going to feed me like he did yesterday. I picture sitting on his lap while he feeds me bites of pancakes and plays with me with the other hand. I lick my lips picturing it but I’m dragged out of my daydream when Kit’s cellphone starts to ring in his pocket.

He pulls it out and answers it while he plays with the loose ends of my hair.

“Hello…Yeah…No, I’m still at home…Can Ryan take care of it…Okay…Okay, yeah, we’ll be right there.”

He sighs as he hangs up the phone and then he’s grabbing my sandals and sliding them on my feet. He helps me down from the chair, explaining that there’s a problem at the gym and he has to go in early.

“I’ll stop and grab you breakfast on the way.”

“It’s okay. I’m not even hungry yet,” I try to object.

It’s only ten thirty in the morning and I usually skip breakfast so I won’t be hungry for a couple more hours.

“My girl needs to eat. Do you want McDonalds or donuts?”

“Donuts,” I say, licking my lips.

He kisses me before he buckles me in. Just like last night, Kit asks me questions about myself while we ride to the gym. Today I tell him about my favorite movies and the type of music that I like. He asks me about my favorite animal and what I like to do in my free time and I ask him the same. We both like comedy and action shows and movies, rock music, and polar bears. I tell him that I’ve always wanted to have a dog, an Irish wolfhound because I think they’re badass and I can see him filing that information away for later.

I wonder how long it will take before an Irish wolfhound shows up at the house.

Kit swings by the donut place, picking up a dozen donuts and two coffees before he drives us to the gym. When we get there, I can see the problem right away. There’s some steroid junkie looking guy yelling at the other employees by the front door. Kit frowns before he turns to me in the truck.

“I want you to go inside and go right to the office, okay? You remember where it is right?”

I nod at him, clutching the donuts as Kit helps me out of the truck. He tucks me into his side, keeping himself between me and the scary-looking guy as he leads me to the door. He nods at the employee, pushing me towards the entrance. I slip inside, taking a couple of steps towards the office before I hear raised voices behind me. I duck behind the front desk before I turn and look out the front window. Two shirtless, sweaty guys come up on either side of me and I get the feeling that they’re there to protect me in case something happens.

Two more guys go outside as Kit faces off with the pissed off guy and as they inch closer to each other I wonder if I should be worried. I know that Kit used to be an MMA fighter and he can take care of himself but I still don’t want to see him get hurt. I hide behind the front desk as Kit grips the guy's shirt and drags him away from the entrance. I can’t quite make out what he’s saying to the guy but I can tell that the guy isn’t happy about it.

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