Page 70 of From Our First

We finished our food, checked on Daisy, and then brought everything to the kitchen to clean up.

“I seriously have bulgogi on my face and my hands. Feeding each other and being sexy with this kind of food probably wasn’t the best idea.” She laughed.

“It looks like I need to clean you up.” I kissed her hard, swiping my tongue over hers. She moaned.

“Seriously, it’s everywhere. I think you got bulgogi in my bra.” Myra laughed again.

“I would never dare waste good quality beef like that. However, I guess you’re going to have to take your bra off so I can check.”

She snorted and shook her head. “Seriously, though, what do you say we take a shower?”

My dick hardened, pressing against my zipper. I nodded quickly. “Okay, let’s go.” I turned around, slapped her on the ass, and pushed her forward. “Strip off those clothes, baby. Let’s get in the shower.”

“Eager much?”

“My dick has been hard since you rubbed against it earlier, and now I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a zipper scar for the rest of my life.”

“Aw, poor baby. You’re going to have to take your pants off so I can see, though, just to check.”

I laughed and stripped off my shirt as we made our way into the bathroom.

We laughed, kissing, letting our hands trail over each other as we quickly stripped off our clothes and stood in my tall shower. I had a bench seat that I used whenever I had a severe headache, one of the upgrades I had put in when Arden said that I needed to take better care of myself.

And now, I was fucking grateful for it.

“Sit,” I said as I turned on the warm water. The water slicked over my back and misted over Myra as she spread her legs on the bench. I dropped to my knees in front of her and lapped.

“Damn,” she muttered, her hands pressing against the glass on either side of us. “This isn’t good for water,” she moaned.

“Then I’ll have to be fast,” I whispered against her and then spread her before licking her clit. I speared her with two fingers as I kissed her harder, and she shuddered, her whole body shaking against me. When she came, her legs wrapped around my neck and she pressed into me, her entire body blushing under my attentions and from the water.

I moved away so she could lean down and capture my lips.

“I taste myself,” she whispered.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I muttered. “So fucking…everything,” I whispered, not sure what else I should or could say. I couldn’t even think.

Instead, I kissed her again, my hands roaming over her breasts and her hips as she sat in front of me. I knelt between her legs until she tugged me up. I stood, and her lips were suddenly around my cock.

I let my head fall back, the water sliding over our bodies as she took me in hand and hollowed her cheeks. She hummed along my length and bobbed her head, taking me in whole as she cupped my balls.

“I’m not going to last long,” I muttered.

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she sucked in her cheeks and kept going as my back tingled, and my balls tightened. I moved back, pulling her hair ever so slightly so she let go.

“I need you,” I whispered. She stood up and pressed her breasts to my chest as I kissed her hard, both of us sliding against one another. I turned her in my arms, and she placed her hands on the glass. I gripped her hips and spread her cheeks.

“One day, I’m going to want this ass of yours,” I muttered, pressing my thumb to her.

She shuddered, pushing back into me.

I played with her a bit, and she wiggled.

“Maybe, but only for you.”

“Jesus Christ, don’t tempt me like that.”

“Then start fucking me, Brady.”

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