Page 89 of Waiting For Fate

“For being better than I could have ever dreamed. I’ll never forget tonight or the way you’ve cared for me.”

“Tonight was the best night of my life, Leah. I won’t forget it either.” She reaches up with her hands around my neck and kisses me like she has all the time in the world. When she finally pulls away, she pushes my chest, walking me back until the back of my claves hit the built in bench.

“Sit.” She nods behind me, and I do as she’s asked. Then she reaches for the shampoo on the shelf opposite of where I’ve placed hers and she squeezes it into her palms.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking care of my man.” She smiles at me, and I realize—I would rip my heart from my chest to give it to her. To show her just how fucking much she owns me.

The second her fingers begin working the shampoo through my hair I exhale in a way that feels like it’s taking all my worries with it. In this moment, there’s nothing more important than the girl that’s washing my hair, and the fact that she calls me hers.

She pulls the shower head down from behind me, fumbling with it until she figures out how to turn it on. “Head back.” She smiles when I comply, and I close my eyes as the water and her fingers work to rid my hair of the suds.

Fuck, this feels good.

Once the shower head is back in place, I wrap my hands around the back of her thighs and pull her closer to me. Kissing from her stomach up to her breasts. Her fingers twist through my hair as I flick my tongue over one of her nipples, causing it to harden immediately—then I do the same to the other. I leisurely palm one of her breasts, pinching, sucking, enjoying every second of my mouth on her body. I grab her legs and lift her to straddle my lap, continuing like this until she starts to slide herself over my cock that is hard for her again—because how could it not be?

“I want you again,” she whispers against my lips and my dick jumps in excitement.

“Are you sure?” I lean back and catch her eye.

“Are you telling me no?” A devilish smirk plays on her lips.

“Oh, that’ll never happen.” I stand with her still wrapped around me, shutting the water off before I walk to the room, dripping water all over the damn place.

And I absolutely do not care.

I lay her down on my bed and take a moment to stand back and just stare at her. Wondering if this is really happening or if I’m dreaming it all.

“You okay there, hockey star?” She leans up on her elbows, letting water fall from her teardrop tits.

“You’re going to bring me to my knees one day, Dove.” She pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth, smiling at me with a brow raised.

“Prove it.” I tilt my head at her. “Get on your knees for me, Sawyer.” Her playful smile is gone, in its place is a nervous look of anticipation—as if she’s wondering just how far I’m willing to go for her—and fuck if I wouldn’t do anything she damn well asked me right now. I take a step forward and hit my knees, then I grab her legs and pull her to the end of the bed and before she can so much as gasp, I bury my face between her legs.

The moan it elicits from her has me struggling to be as gentle with her as I intended to be tonight. I want to fucking devour her—to throw her around this bed and show her just how fucking badly I’ve wanted her all these years—but I won’t go there unless she asks for it. My fingertips dig into her thighs as I suck her clit into my mouth, lapping up every drop of sweetness she releases when her orgasm hits.

“God, yes!”

“I’d much prefer you scream my name when you come, Dove.” I taunt, standing to hover over her. She blushes and smiles at me, wiping her thumb across my face.

“So messy,” she teases.

“So delicious.” I dip my head, letting my nose caress her neck, inhaling the scent of her. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her body against mine as she hums in the most satisfied way. I stand to grab another condom from the drawer, quickly rolling it on so I can rejoin her.

“How do you want me?” Her question causes me to pause.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t intend to just be on my back every time we have sex. I thought you might want to… I don’t know, try something different this time?” My dick pulses of its own will as my mind speeds through every position I’ve imagined taking her in.

“There’s not much I haven’t thought about doing with you, Dove. I’ll fuck you any way you want me to.” Her legs squeeze together, and I hope she decides on something soon.

“What’s your favorite?” I don’t really want to mention what position I’ve preferred to use with other women, so instead…

“I have pictured you riding my cock more times than I could even begin to count. So I can stare into those pretty eyes, and watch those perky tits bounce, and watch you come apart wrapped around me.” My fingers glide through her hair, gripping it to turn her gaze to mine. “What do you say, Dove? You wanna learn to ride?” She nods her head eagerly.

“Yes.”

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