Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I step into the shower, standing behind her, and the first thing I do is grab the loofah hanging down, then grab her body wash. Putting some on the loofah, I then put it under the water, squeezing it, and getting some suds before I move her hair to the side with one hand while the other one washes her back. She hangs her head down as I move the loofah from the top of her spine to the bottom. I squat down behind her, kissing the lower part of her back where I love to place my hand. I move the loofah over her ass cheek before moving it down the back of her legs. She moans out my name, “Romeo.”
“Yeah, baby?” I reply softly before pushing her under the water to rinse the soap off. The suds make their way down her body and to our feet. I squeeze the loofah again, adding more body wash. I turn her around to face me. Her tits are fucking perfect as her nipples are pebbled and look like they want to be sucked and bitten. But instead, I run the loofah across the top of her chest, the suds running down her tits and to our feet. I move down to her one breast, making sure her nipple goes between my fingers where I pinch it. She moans, and her hand automatically goes for my dick, gripping it in her hand as she jerks it. “I’m trying to wash you,” I say softly.
“Same,” she replies, closing the distance between us and kissing under my chin. She does, in fact, clean me, but she uses her mouth. Needless to say, the shower turns into her bending over and me lifting her by her hips and fucking her with her feet not even touching the ground.
We end up having sex again in the kitchen when she goes to get a snack, only to carry her back upstairs while she was still on my cock. All night long, we go at it, over and over again and again. I can’t get enough of her; thankfully, she can’t get enough of me. I think we finally fall asleep a little after five when the sun comes up. I wake up with her hand jerking my cock, which leads to me fucking her before getting up and taking another shower.
“I need food,” Gabriella mumbles as she dries herself off.
“You just had meat,” I joke, stepping under the cold water to wet my hair.
“Well, I need meat that I can swallow.” I just look over at her, and she holds up her hand. “I’m going to make myself something to eat.”
She walks out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel on her head. Ten minutes later, I’m walking down the steps with my boxers on, looking at her in the kitchen wearing my T-shirt, her wet hair piled on top of her head. The television is on, and I look over to see that it’s some reality show. Her and her reality shows, I shake my head. “Smells good.” I walk into the kitchen and see her flip over a piece of bacon.
“Do you want to start making the toast?” she asks and I walk over to the pantry, grabbing the bread and making breakfast with each other side by side. I sit next to her on the stool as her phone starts ringing from her bedroom. She jumps up, running upstairs while I get up to get her orange juice.
“I’m home,” she says, walking down the stairs with the phone in her hand. “Where else would I be?”
“I’ve been calling you nonstop for the last, I don’t know, seventeen minutes,” I hear Abigail say from the speakerphone. Gabriella just smiles as she comes over and sits down on the stool beside me.
“I was in the shower, and I probably didn’t hear the phone.”
“Were you in the shower by yourself?” I can’t help but silently chuckle at the way she asks the question.
“Why does that matter?” Gabriella retorts, grabbing her fork in her hand. “Is that what you called me seventeen times for?”
“Hi, Romeo!” Abigail hollers.
“Hi, Abigail,” I say out loud and earn a side look from Gabriella.
“I knew you were there,” Abigail huffs. “As if she is in the shower randomly.”
“I take showers, Abigail!” she shouts to the phone. “How is me taking a shower out of the norm?”
“Anyway,” Abigail says, “we are having a family dinner since everyone is in town.” She doesn’t wait for us to answer. Instead, she continues, “I’ll put you guys down for two.”
Gabriella looks over at me, and I just shrug my shoulders. “Whose house?”
“Wilson’s,” she answers. “If you read the texts, you would know. See you there. Bye, Romeo.”
“Bye, Abigail,” Gabriella says right before she hangs up the phone. “Are you sure you want to go to dinner?”