Page 100 of The Problem with Falling
“That was my reaction, too, when I found out,” Alex offered.
“How did you forget to tell me that?” I questioned Willow.
She shrugged. “I didn’t know you were into football.”
“Baseball,” everyone said in unison.
Willow danced on her tiptoes and grabbed a sandwich of her own. “Potato, potahto. Let’s get this show on the road and play ball!”
Willow’s family all headed off to the hospital as I showered and changed into regular clothing. While I stood in the shower, I heard the bathroom door open to my room and in walked a naked Willow.
I arched an eyebrow as she opened the glass shower door. “Feeling dirty?”
“Filthy,” she replied, stepping into the shower. She grabbed a loofah and soaped it up before rubbing it against my chest. Her slight touch was enough for me to think about nothing else in the world other than her.
“You had me stressed out, thinking that your dad hated me by calling me Bradley.”
She smiled.
I loved it.
Whatever.
“It was a little funny,” she said.
I began soaping up her back. “It was a little cruel.”
“I’m sorry.” She tilted her head up toward me and puckered her lips as she batted her doe eyes. “Forgive me?”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
She smiled a little and pressed her hands to my chest. “I’m sorry.” She leaned and kissed each pec. “Forgive me?”
I almost smirked. “Probably not, no.”
Her fingers danced down my chest, and her mouth trailed them with kisses. “Forgive me?”
“I might consider it.” I closed my eyes and smiled as she lowered herself a little more.
She found herself on her knees as water spilled over her. She sat on her knees, her mouth inches from my cock as she looked up toward me with those fucking doe eyes.
God, those eyes.
I loved them.
Whatever.
“Forgive,” she said, her mouth grazing ever so slightly over the tip of my cock. “Me.” Her mouth parted as she slowly began to suck the head. “Please?” she muttered before sliding her mouth all the way down my shaft, making my back fall against the shower wall. She began moving up and down on my cock, licking me like her favorite flavored popsicle as the water kept falling over us both. She was soaking wet as she fucked my cock with everything she had, moving her hands up and down my dick, twisting and turning her head to give me the best damn blow job of my life.
“Shit, Willow… I…f-f-fuckkk,” I breathed out, slamming my hand against the glass panel door. “Yeah, baby…yes…right…” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fell into a deepereuphoria, losing myself as she found all of me. “Willow, I’m going to…shit, I’m right there…”
Those words only made her work her gifted mouth harder to bring me to completion, and when she had, she swallowed every piece of me. I loved the way she drank me down like her favorite shot of vodka.
She wiped her mouth with her pointer finger before sucking it clean, too. Then she stood back on her feet while my body tried to recover from its shakiness. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me those doe eyes one more time. “Forgive me?”
Instead of replying, I slid my hand between her thighs. I moved her back to the tiled wall, and my mouth brushed against her neck. “Yes,” I whispered before I gently sucked on her earlobe. My thumb rubbed her clit slightly before I slid two fingers inside her pussy, rocking them back and forth. Her eyes fluttered shut as she arched her hips toward me. “I forgive you.”
I forgave her over and over and over again.
