Page 69 of The Professor
“At least not yet.” He kissed me, a long, sexy kiss that assured me we were soul mates. “Let’s shower.” He broke the kiss and took my hand. “This way.”
The shower cubicle was a big walk-in, and a large mirror opposite quickly steamed when Andrew turned the faucet on.
Soon we were under the warm water, our flesh slick in our embrace.
He tilted my chin so I was staring up at him. “I want to do something. It’s a bit basic, but hot, for me at least.”
Now what did he have planned?
“Is that okay?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Stand here.” He moved me into the corner, out of the water but still in the cubicle. “And stand still.”
He held his cock, he was almost flaccid now, and gritted his teeth. After a moment, a stream of pee came from him. He looked me in the eye and directed it at my abdomen. The warm golden liquid covered me, slid down me, and I stood there, letting him piss on me.
“Marking your territory?” I asked.
“Yes.” Excitement danced in his eyes. “Fuck, yes.”
After a few more seconds the flow stopped, and he released his cock. He reached for me and tugged me back into the water. “It’s so fucking sexy to do that to you.”
I’d found it sexy, too, the meaning behind it. It was primitive, animalistic, and I wanted to belong to him in every way that I could.
The scent of peachy soap filled my nose. He’d lathered up his hands. “I’ll wash you, then we’ll sleep. You need that now.”
“I am tired.”
“I know.” He kissed the tip of his nose. “Multiple orgasms and an ass fuck will do that to a woman.”
I giggled then sighed when he soaped my breasts. I’d never get enough of him touching me. I knew that for a fact.
Chapter Seventeen
Chelsea
I woke in Andrew’s arms, and the night before came rushing back to me. The murder in the alley, what I’d learned about Sadie, the pleasure room, the shower afterwards.
And that he’d said he loved me.
I looked up at him with my hand on his chest, over his tattoo. He was awake.
“Morning.” He grinned lazily.
“Hey.” I smiled then kissed his nipple. “Sleep well?”
“How could I not when you’re with me, I feel like I am whole again.”
I bit on my bottom lip.
“What?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Was it losing Sadie that stopped you feeling whole?”
