Page 29 of Destiny

“Even the shower?”

“Especially the shower.”

I suddenly can’t wait for work to go by so that I can come back here.

With that in mind, I hurry up to get dressed, brush my teeth with the toothbrush he hides in his medicine cabinet for me, kiss him goodbye, and head to my apartment to get changed for work.

I swear, I look at the clock every five minutes until the day is finally over. Micky agreed to lock up for me so I could leave earlier.

When I pull up to his house, I see that his car is already in the garage, and I rush inside.

We don’t even say anything to each other; we just start ravaging each other. First, it was in the hallway, and then we managed to get up the stairs.

“This still feels so wrong. Like they’re going to walk in at any second.”

“Please don’t talk about my children when I’m about to do something so filthy to you.”

“Right. Sorry, sorry.”

We continue kissing, but he leads me to the bathroom.

Then, he starts the water and tells me to get undressed.

I do, and after he’s satisfied with the temperature of the water, he comes over with a handful of it and lets it run down my body. The warmth feels wonderful against my pointed nipples.

He kisses my neck and takes his clothes off.

After that, we’re both completely naked, and I grab his strong traps. Something about his back and arm muscles makes me crazy.

He suddenly lifts me under my arms and cradles me against his body for a few seconds. Then, he heads to the shower. He is closer to the shower head, and he gets soaked.

It reminds me of the very first night we had sex. He had just rescued his daughters and others from a crazy storm that knocked out the power. They were alone with their grandma, and he rushed to get them from downtown. Then, it was almost like the realization of a fleeting life made him lose all control, and we did it right on his couch. He was completely drenched from the rain that night, but I didn’t care. And I certainly don’t care tonight.

He's still holding me up, but he switches us so that I get covered with the warm water. Before I know it, my back is against the cool tile, and he’s kissing my neck again. My hands explore his wet hair. He’s hard and poking at my butt and thighs as we move.

He asks if it’s okay for him just to pull out again, and I nod. So, he slides deep inside of me. It’s becoming a feeling I dream about, and I can’t imagine ever being without it. Our bodies are truly the perfect puzzle pieces.

We then work together as we thrust against each other.

“Does it work for women too?” He inquires with his mouth right by my ear.

“Does what?”

“The edging thing.”

“Oh! Um, yeah.”

With that, he gets a devilish grin across his face, and he clearly waits until I’m close before slipping out. He does it a few more times, and I come the hardest I have ever come in my entire life.

I’m glad his kids weren’t home because there’s no way I could’ve kept quiet after that.

He sets me down and takes a loofa from the hanging shower caddy. After lathering some soap on it, he spreads it across my body—taking extra time when it comes to my breasts.

I then do the same to him, and we cling onto each other’s sudsy bodies. He kisses me, and his tongue flails in my mouth.

“I wish you could always let all of your emotions out like that,” he says.

“Me too. Believe me.”

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