Page 51 of The Last Time

Our breaths mix with each other as we adjust to the feeling of my dick stretching her. I pull out slowly, then push back in faster and harder.

My forehead falls to her shoulder.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last long.”

“I’m right there with you,” she whispers. “I promise.”

Thank God. I grab her ass and hold on tight as I pull out and start to savagely fuck her. I’m lost in the sensations, the feeling of how tight she is, how wet she is, and how incredible this feels. I fuck her with everything that I have. We come apart together, sweating and breathless.

When I pull out, she unwraps her legs and stands on her own.

“I think we need a shower,” she says as she surveys our sweaty bodies. “Do I have paint on me?”

She turns around, and I burst out in laughter.

“What?” she asks. “It’s everywhere, isn’t it?” She glances back at the wall. “Oh my gosh. That’s my ass print on the wall.”

I lose it even more, laughing harder than I have in forever as I see her perfect ass print on the wall. I reach for my phone in my jeans on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

I open the camera and take a photo. “I need a picture of this. Come on, it’s hilarious.”

She folds her arms across her chest, then ends up smirking. “Send me the photo.”

“You got it, baby.” I throw my phone back down on my jeans. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up. I think you might need a little help.”

I follow her up the stairs, trying to contain myself as I watch her painted backside sway.

When we get into the shower, she stands under the water and lets it wet her hair. I stand behind her in awe of how beautiful she looks under the spray of the water.

She takes a loofa and pours a healthy amount of soap on it then lathers it. She tries her hardest to try and scrub her back but it’s just not enough to get the paint off.

I step under the water with her. “Let me help you.”

I position her so the water is running down her back and start to scrub. It takes several minutes to get most of it off. I have to use my fingers to rub off the remaining paint. I then kneel down to try and get it off her ass.

Every time I try to scrub it with any force, she steps forward. “Hands on the wall,” I tell her.

“That’s what got us into this mess.”

I chuckle. “No, I just need you to stop falling forward so I can get this shit off you.”

She bends over and puts her hands on the wall. It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done. Watching her in this position as I take a loofa to her ass cheeks that I can’t help but start to laugh my ass off again.

“What?” she asks nervously over her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I try to control myself and get back to work but can’t. “I just don’t think this is how I envisioned my first time with you.”

She watches me over her shoulder as I try my best to scrub this damn paint off her ass without losing it.

Her laughter starts to fill the shower. “You’re right. This looks fucking insane.”

We both laugh hysterically for so long that I think I might stop breathing. It dawns on me that since Charlotte has been here, my life has been filled with smiles and laughs.

The thought is scary, but I also know there’s no way in hell I can stop the train I’m on. It’s going full steam ahead, whether the tracks are there to keep me safe or not.

Chapter Fourteen

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