Page 74 of Race to Me

“I don’t know. The girl on the front is pink,” he says, looking confused. I cringe when I look at his hair. When my hands went through it, I left behind a streak

I grab the box on the counter beside me and look to the back. There are three small pictures. The first one shows blonde hair like mine showcasing what it will turn into with this color. A dark, wine red.

I turn it to Foster, and he groans, “I looked at the paper, not the back of the box. I’m sorry, Freckles.” He steps back and examines me, curling his knuckles under his chin like a statue. “Looks hot though.” I blush at his words.

“Have you, um ... seen your hair?” I ask, pointing up. His eyes dart to the mirror, and a sigh of relief escapes him. It’s not noticeable, except to us. Which makes it pretty funny.

“We’ve got to rinse this off of me ... right now.” he says, a chuckle escaping him as he turns on the shower to warm the water. “Fuck ... Is this going to turn pink? Give me that box, babe.” His eyes roam over the third picture with the darkest hair, and lucky for him, it’s a very faint bit of color. “Looks like I’ll be wearing a hat for a while.”

I can’t help the rolling laughter that escapes my lips, and neither can Foster. It’s one of those laughs that warms your soul and clears your mind; the kind where you can’t control yourself.

He comes in between my legs again, this time lifting me. “Foster! We still have clothes on.” I yell out as he steps under the steaming stream of water.

He looks at me, winking. “Yeah, and now I get to peel them off you.”

My bare feet hit the ground, and although the warm water overtakes my skin, goosebumps rise over me when Foster does, in fact, peel my clothes off me.

His lips gently press against mine while the warm water trickles between our faces. With a soft shove, he gently pins me against the tile. The cool sensation of the stones against my naked body makes me shiver in the most incredible way.Foster’s warm hands slink underneath my arms, and ever so slowly, he slides them up above me. His tongue dives against my neck, and his stubble scratches me in a heavenly way.

“Your pants are still on.” I tell him between parted, swollen lips.

He grins against me, taking my hand in his to grip it around his throbbing length that threatens to rip them apart. “Take them off then.”

I gulp, hoping what I’m about to do will be good for him. I look into his eyes and keep that contact as I slide my back down the cool stones until I’m level with his zipper.

I undo it, having a hard time peeling his black pants to the ground from how soaked they are. He helps, kicking them off quickly to get them out of the way.

He places a palm against the tile to hold himself up when I wrap my hands around his thick, throbbing cock. Water splashes in my face as it rolls off of his shoulders. I make sure to keep my eyes directed at him, even though I’m nervous. So nervous that it won’t feel as good as he makes me feel.

His other hand slinks through my hair and gently he brings me to him. I roll my tongue along his length, taking it fully. Feeling him slide down my throat.

“Fuck, Skyler,” Foster moans, gripping my hair. “You ... fuck.”

I look up innocently. “I don’t have a gag reflex.” I say, bringing my tongue back to play with him. This new me, this free me, wants to play. I want to do everything with him. I want us to explore each other.

“I don’t want ...” He can barely speak. “To know how you know that.”

His jealousy makes me work harder, lapping him and using my hand to help with his pleasure. I try to talk, but it’s impossible with him filling up my mouth.

“You speaking incoherent words with my dick in your mouth is going to make me cum in two seconds.”

I pull back, grinning wide. “I said, I got dared at cheer camp to put a cucumber down my throat. That’s how I know.”

“Good girl.” Foster nods, bringing me back to him and putting light pressure against the back of my head to guide me up and down his shaft. I watch as he comes completely undone by me. His muscles constrict when he nears his climax. “Do you want my cum down your throat or on your face.” he asks, looking down at me with a dangerous, sexy glint to his eyes.

I don’t pull away; I continue sucking. To be honest, I’m curious how it will taste. His entire body trembles as he pours himself into my mouth and down my throat. It’s salty and thick. But it’s him, and the warm liquid dribbles down my chin when I pull away to swallow.

I slide back up to him, and his fingers dip down to touch me. I moan his name. He covers my mouth, but we both know with the volume of the music downstairs that no one can hear my noises.

Foster gets on his knees, returning the favor in the most incredible way. The hot water streams across my bare breasts as he reaches up to cup them, to pinch my hard nipples. I feel powerful, grown, and in control while my hands slink through his thick hair.

I nearly collapse in pleasure when I reach my peak. Afterward, Foster stands, licking my taste off his lips.

His dark hair is slicked by the water when he looks at me, a small, washed-out string of red in his hair. I look into his obsidian eyes and see my past, present, and future laid out before me.

The way my body reacts to him. The way my heart reacts to him. Unexplainable.

My first love, perhaps?

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