Page 115 of Dirty Pucker

When I wake up, Ingrid’s not in bed.

I sit up and notice the light peeking from under the bathroom door. I hear the shower running.

I hop out of bed. I open the door to the bathroom and pop into the toilet room first. When I finish peeing, I wash my hands, then walk across the massive bathroom all the way to the shower.

For a second, I just stand there and stare at my gorgeous girlfriend in the shower, eyes closed, savoring the hot water as it streams down her beautiful body.

My girlfriend.

Just a few hours ago, we made things official. I still can’t believe this incredible woman is mine and that she wants to be with me.

She could have any guy in the world, and she wants to be with me.

My stomach feels like it’s bottoming out. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. Happy and giddy and excited.

I’ve had a few serious relationships in my life, and yeah, I was happy. But not like this.

With Ingrid, I feel safe and comfortable, like I can be myself. I’ve told her things about myself and my life that I’ve never told any of my previous girlfriends. I’ve shown her the rawest parts of myself, and she didn’t even flinch.

I think about how supportive she was when I told her about the way my dad mistreated me and my mom and sister growing up, how she offered to help my mom without hesitation.

She didn’t recoil. She didn’t run away. She stayed with me. And she made it a point to tell me that none of it changed how she felt about me.

When she turns to grab the bar of soap from the ledge carved into the stone shower, she sees me.

She smiles. “Hey. Sorry, did I wake you?”

I shake my head. I slide open the shower door and step inside. She moves to the side so I can stand under the rainfall shower head and get wet.

Once I’m soaked, I grab her by the waist and pull her against me and kiss her. It’s not long before things turn hot. She’s clawing at my chest and arms, I’m grabbing her ass, and our tongues are getting filthier by the second.

I break the kiss and look at the small bar of soap in her delicate hand.

“May I?”

She nods. I take the soap and work up a lather. I glide my hands all over Ingrid’s body. She’s all long limbs and soft curves. I groan at the feel of her impossibly soft skin, wet under my hands.

I glide my hands over her tits, then tease her nipples with my thumb.

She closes her eyes and hums. “It’s been a while since I’ve fooled around in the shower.”

I glide a hand down her stomach and settle my palm over her pussy. When I feel how hot she is, I groan.

I run my fingers between her folds and circle my thumb gently around her clit. She whimpers. I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her, swallowing the sweet sounds she makes.

“Not a fan of shower sex?” I ask when I break the kiss.

Her chest rises and falls as she takes a breath. She shakes her head. “No, I always enjoyed it. I’ve just…been with guys who think that things end as soon as they come. It’s always been kind of disappointing for me.”

Her blue eyes are shy as she looks at me.

“Is that so?” She nods. “Well then. We need to fix that.”

I drop a kiss to her shoulder. “Are you willing to get a little dirty with me, sweetheart?”

“Always.”

I drag my mouth up the slope of her shoulder and stop at the base of her neck. Her pulse point kicks up underneath my mouth as I work her clit with my thumb.

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