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“You don’t have to. We just have to be discreet.” That will be hard with her. I always want her next to me, and when she is, I want my hands on her body while my lips are on hers. But it’s to the point where her safety is involved and I won’t risk that.

“Take me upstairs,” she whispers once again before her lips brush against mine.

I let out a moan that shows my internal struggle. How am I gonna fuck her? I’m still sore as fuck.

“Don’t worry,” she says as if she’s reading my mind, “I’ll do all the work.”

I smile down at her. “Show me the way.”

She takes me back down the long hallway and then up the stairs. We walk down another long hallway. My eyes scan the pictures of her over the years that line the walls—from naked in the bathtub as a baby, to her senior pictures standing next to her dad’s old racecar. I linger on that one a little longer and my feet slow. She tugs on me before I can see much more.

We walk into her room. Her walls are a soft yellow and the bedspread is a dark blue. It reminds me of the day out at the beach.

“Don’t judge me,” she says with a laugh.

“No judgment here,” I say wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back into my front. I reach up and push her hair off her shoulder.

“Oh, no.” She laughs pulling away from me.

“What?” I ask.

“In all of my madness for hating you, I have yet to shower today,” she tells me.

“So?” I look longingly over to her bed. “Like I care.”

“Well, I do.” She starts to walk backward. She reaches down and grabs the hem of her tank top. She pulls it up over her head. “Join me?” she asks with a wink.

I chuckle. “Absolutely.”

I follow her into the bathroom connected to her room. She flips a light switch on the wall and continues to walk to the end of the bathroom. She bends down, removing her shoes and her yoga pants before finishing with her bra and underwear.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks as she opens the door and enters the shower. I follow as quickly as my sore body will allow me. I’m not sure fucking in the shower will be best for me, but I’m gonna give it a try.

Walking in, I find her bending over to pick up her bodywash. I lean down and grab her arm. I pull her up and shove the front of her body into the wall.

“Thought I was gonna do all the work.” She chuckles.

“Shut up,” I say simply. I’ll deal with the soreness tomorrow. As of right now, I can work it out on her.

She lays her head back onto my chest as I wrap my arms around her waist. My already hard cock pushes against her ass. My wandering hands make their way up her stomach and grab a hold of her breasts. She whimpers when I give them both a little pinch. “Hmm. You like that,” I say with a chuckle myself. I pinch them a little harder and tug on them. She cries out as she rises up onto her tiptoes.

“Dash,” she pants. Her chest rises and falls quickly making her breasts bounce.

“Fuck…” I growl as I hold them in my hands. I wanna fuck them. I want to fuck every part of her. I want to take my time and kiss every inch. Slowly make her fall apart underneath me. But that’s just not going to happen right now. I need her.

I let go of them and she whimpers. “Bend over,” I say placing my hand on her back. “Place your hands on the wall,” I order and she does so without argument. I’m gonna have to fuck her this way ‘cause I can’t lift her to wrap her legs around me. I don’t think my back could do that at this moment. But this way—her bent over and me behind her—I could do all night long.

I slide my hand up between her soft thighs and I smile when she spreads them further apart for me. I grind my teeth when I find her pussy just as soaking wet as the rest of our bodies. Taking my other hand, I grab my hard cock and position myself between her legs. At first, I nudge just the tip in. Slowly stretching, filling her as she moans and whimpers. I’ve dreamed of this for the last two days.

“How does that feel?” I ask as I push into her further. “Feels fucking great.” I answer my own question.

I start to fuck her faster, and she cries out. Her head drops down and I reach up to grab a handful of her hair. I yank her head back and she hisses in a breath.

Her loud cries and the slapping of our bodies fill the bathroom and I’m thankful that we are here at her parents’ house alone. Being the gentleman that I am, I hold out until she finishes before I allow myself to come. Once done, I pull her to stand. I can feel my body start to come down from the high and it aches. “I’m gonna get out. I’ll meet you in bed,” I say giving her a soft kiss on her cheek.

I must have passed out the second my head hit the pillow because the next thing I know, I feel her soft, naked skin sliding into her bed next to me.

“You okay?” she asks quietly.

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