Page 64 of David's Love

The smell of warm food fills the room. I'm so hungry.

He sets the tray on the table, and I let my gaze hover over it.

“It’s nothing fancy,” he says as my mouth waters at the idea of a warm bowl of mac and cheese.

“You wanna eat?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He removes my coat and pulls the chair out before I slide into my seat.

“You’re not hungry?” I ask when he takes a seat across from me and pours two glasses of wine, showing no intention of tasting his food.

He clicks his tongue in response.

“I’m good.”

My cheeks burn with a blush as I chew on my food, his eyes pinned on my face.

Perfectly aware of my nerves, he takes a sip of his drink and pushes his chair back.

“I’ll let you eat and shower in the meantime.”

He rises from his seat, leaves his drink on the table, and takes his clothes off behind me before walking to the bathroom.

Silence grows in his wake.

What a night.

I look around the room, my hunger finally quenched, and I drink some wine.

I pull a cookie and a piece of fruit from my coat and eat them both, their aroma blending in my mouth.

The water runs in the bathroom as I push up and shift to the window. The world outside is quiet and serene, and the moon shines down on us, painting a dusty trail of silver.

I turn around and take off my clothes before heading to the bathroom.

My hands are busy pulling back and tying my mane up into a bun with the help of a strand of hair as I walk into the small bathroom.

The glass walls of the shower are blurry from the steam, but even so, I glimpse his towering silhouette.

I think he’s purposefully waited for me, so when he slides the door open, I take it as a blatant invitation and step in.

A cloud of mist surrounds me before his arms create a shield around my body.

His closeness is inebriating, yet safe and calm.

Without words, he nudges me around and slowly starts to clean me. His hands go down my back, around my hips, and up my front before holding my boobs.

I press my palms into the glass and look down, filling my eyes with him as he creates storms of pleasure across my skin.

He slides closer so I can feel the bulbous tip of his erection. At first, he tips it up to leave an imprint on my lower back.

His hard flesh gives me a rush, which is enhanced by his lips trailing my neck.

He keeps kneading my chest, his body lining my back when I reach behind me, cuff his girth, and slowly stroke him.

I want him to push himself between my legs.

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