Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “If you come in the shower, chances are your hair will get wet, even if I go down on you.”
“How is that?” She tosses the covers to the side and swings her legs off the bed, and my cock goes suddenly hard, like it always does for her. I’ve never been more attracted and in sync with a woman in my life. In. My. Life. For the rest of my life, I know sex with her will never, and I mean never, be dull.
“Well.” I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her to me as she gets on her tippy-toes. “After I make you come with my tongue and my fingers, I usually like you to finish coming on my cock.”
“Okay.”
“And when I fuck you, it’s usually either against the wall or you riding me, which you then put your head back and your hair gets wet.”
She rolls her eyes. “Not every time.” I pick her up, not even bothering to have this fight with her. “There was that one time,” she counters as I carry her to the bathroom and place her down on the counter as I turn on the water in the shower, “that you bent me over, and only my back got wet.” She watches me peel my shirt off and then pull my boxers and gym shorts down as I kick off my shoes. Her eyes slowly go up and down, taking me all in. “I might get my hair wet,” she mumbles before I pick her up and take her in the shower with me. “I’ll give it a quick blow-dry.”
“I’d like you to give me a quick blow.” I wink at her as I bend and kiss her lips, my tongue sliding into her mouth at the same time as our hands reach out for each other. Her hand grabs my cock at the same time I slide my fingers through her slit and slip inside her.
“Then I guess it’s time to get on my knees,” she says as she moves down to suck my neck, the warm water running down my back.
Her fist pumps my cock. “Don’t let me stop you.” I watch her make her way down, kissing my chest, then her tongue comes out to slide down to my stomach, my abs contracting with her touch. My eyes never move from her until she swallows my cock, and my eyes shut. “Fuck, that’s good.” That’s the last thing I think I say until I come down her throat and return the favor. She gets out of the shower before me because her hair did, in fact, get wet, but not while I fucked her. It happened when she took my cock to the back of her throat.
“I’m not going to have time to make you breakfast,” she says as she blow-dries her hair.
"Unless you are okay with me toasting you a bagel?” I smile at her. I might wake her up in bed every single day with a matcha, but she makes me breakfast every single day.
“We can order something,” I tell her, and she turns off the blow-dryer to go and get her phone, handing it to me.
“What is this for?” I ask, leaning against the counter.
“For you to order breakfast,” she informs me, turning the blow-dryer back on, and I pfft out.
“I’m not using your phone.” I get my own phone, ordering us both something and her another matcha instead of making it for her again, as I pick a suit and get dressed. When we step out of the house, her matcha is there waiting for her, so I bend to pick it up.
“This is only because I let you wet my hair.” She grabs it in her hand, stepping out of the house and walking down the steps. The clicking of her nude sky-high heels makes me stop to take her all in. Today she’s wearing a skirt that goes to her mid-calf, except it’s tight as fuck and hugs every single curve, plus shows off her incredible ass. “Stop staring at my ass,” she retorts, still looking ahead, and I have to laugh.
“Stop wearing things that make me stare at your ass, and I’ll stop doing it.” I make my way over to the car, opening the door for her. “It’s like right in my face.” She turns, and I look down at her flowy, floral shirt. “And the shirt is all ‘look at my tits.’”
She laughs, looking down at her shirt. “That’s all in your head. This shirt doesn’t give anything away.”
“Well, I know you’re wearing a lace bra under it,” I tell her, and she shakes her head, pulling the door handle open.
“That’s because you watched me get dressed.” She slips into the car. “Maybe I should move my stuff to the spare closet.”