Page 94 of Forgotten Pieces

“I need to work. I am just gonna shower first,” she says with a wink.

I fly off the bed faster than I ever did at boot camp and join her in the shower.

She kisses me when I walk in, her hands grabbing mine and placing them on her generous breasts as she walks backward in the large shower until she hits the wall. She moans as I pinch and squeeze her nipples. My cock hits her stomach as I get harder and harder with every touch of her hands on my body.

She moves her hands down my back and over my ass before she grabs a hold of my dick and tugs firmly. I bite down on her nipple and she moans loudly into the air. I go to make my way up her neck but she slides down to her knees. The spray of water hits my chest as she licks my cock from root to tip before ever so slowly wrapping her plump lips around the tip.

I restrain myself from grabbing her head and fucking her mouth. She is teasing my cock the way I teased her pussy last night. “This isn’t funny, T.”

She chuckles around my dick, the vibrations making me twitch. “Oh you like it,” she responds before lightly sucking on the tip again.

I only let her go back and forth with the teasing for a few more seconds before I grip her head and push myself to the back of her throat. She freezes and at first I think she is going to pull away but her hands grip my ass so hard I know she will leave a bruise. She slowly pulls back before pushing forward again.

She deep throats me, the heat and slickness of her mouth, making my dick harder than it’s ever been. I lean forward against the wall of the shower, one hand leaning on the wall, the other gripping her hair as she sucks me off.

I am reaching the edge, ready to explode when she pulls back, her mouth making a popping sound as my dick flops out. She looks up into my eyes and I just about lose my shit when she says. “Fuck my face, Ry.”

I bend down and kiss her lips, tasting the saltiness of myself on her. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

She nods as I grip her head and slam into her mouth. She gags and I pull back slowly hoping she is alright but her eyes are locked on mine. Her hands grip my thighs as I pound into her mouth, our eyes watching each other the entire time.And it feels so good, not just the heat of her mouth on me but the connection we share.

“I’m going to come,” I say, letting go of her head as my dick throbs with the need to explode. But she grabs my hands and puts them back in place, holding on to me as I come in her mouth. I watch her swallow all of me. When she pulls back, she smiles and within seconds I am on my knees in front of her, my mouth latching to hers.

“That was intense,” she says as she pulls back.

“I shouldn’t have done that to you. I was too rough.”

She presses her hand to my cheek. “I loved every second of it. Anything that makes me feel closer to you.”

I can’t hold back my kisses after that.

When we finally exit the shower, we are both satisfied. I watch her as she gets dressed and can’t help but think how much I could get used to seeing her every morning. We have only been together for twenty-four hours but it feels like a lifetime.

“When do you get off work?”

“Around seven.”

“I’ll make you dinner tonight.”

She walks up to me and wraps her hands around my waist. “I’d like that.”

I bend down and give her a quick kiss. “Well you better get going. Don’t want you to be late.”

She kisses me one last time before she heads down the stairs and out the door.

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Tacoma and I have spent the last three nights together. Everything feels right like this is where both of us should be. We’ve managed to keep our relationship a secret from everyone. Not even Mac knows what’s going on. I’ve spent the days helping him with construction projects just to make the time go by faster. So it doesn’t seem so far apart between my time with Tacoma.

The early morning light shines through the window streaking across the curves of Tacoma’s body. I watch her sleep. Still having trouble grasping the concept that she is mine. Well as close to mine as I can make her at this point. I brush my hand over her soft hair as her eyes slowly open.

“Morning, handsome.”

I smile at her. “Morning, birdie.”

“Are you watching me sleep?” she asks with a sly smile.

“Maybe.”

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