“We can talk in the shower.”
“Not dirty talk.” She scoffs.
I smile.
My hands roam down her back to her ass, and I pick her up. Then walk through my penthouse.
“First, let’s shower and climb into bed.” I turn into my bedroom and she tosses her bag on the bed, then I lower her to the floor and turn on the shower.
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“You can wear mine.” My voice is gravel as I lift her dress over her head and see she has no panties on.
I knew that. But seeing it, knowing she’s been standing next to me bare still makes me hard.
“I’m sore.” Aurora leans into my chest after I rip off my shirt.
“I’ll make it better.”
She shakes her head and walks under the multiple shower heads. “Read the room Parker. You’re not going near my pussy again tonight.”
I follow her in, after removing my shoes and pants. Tipping my head back, I let the water fall over my hair. God it feels good. Then I wipe my hands over my hair and open my eyes, taking a step toward her and crowding her against the tiled shower wall.
With a palm above her head, I lean in and kiss her slowly.
“I said, I’ll take care of it.”
Aurora takes my hard cock in her hand and begins to stroke it. “Does this thing ever not get hard?”
“Not around you.”
She continues stroking me.
“Keep doing that and I’m going to need your tender cunt again.”
“You talk dirty.”
I grin and slide my fingers between her flesh. She’s creamy. “You love it.”
Without warning, she presses into me and almost climbs me. I remove my hand and pick her up, then enter her. She’s open and wet, so I slip in easily.
“Go slow.” Aurora says against my mouth.
This is intimate. Much more intimate than I planned to get with her. More than I’ve been with any woman.
It doesn’t feel like fucking.
Clenching my teeth, I try to push back the emotions that fight for airtime.
I do not like her. I can’t. I like her hot body. How she tightens around my shaft and dances her tongue over the head when she sucks me off.
I need her.
Until I won’t.
Then I will break her little heart and walk away.
Very simple.