Page 35 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

I move my fingers along her entrance and find her wet as I slide one inside of her.

She lets out a moan as I add another finger, and I wish it was my fucking cock inside of her right now, but I have no problems taking care of her.

“Easton,” she gasps.

I curl my fingers inside of her at the same time I use my other hand to lightly pinch her nipple. She tightens around my fingers as her hands dig into my arms and she cries out her release.

I stand up taller and hold her up until she comes back. She smiles softly at me. “Wow, that was great,” she murmurs, and I chuckle.

“Let’s wash your hair,” I tell her, and she turns around to let me do just that.

When I’m finished, I grab the soap to wash myself quickly, but she shakes her head at me and holds out her hand.

“It’s only fair that you let me wash you after you did such a good job washing me,” she says with a wink.

I chuckle, but don’t move as she washes along my shoulders, back, and ass. She takes a long time on the latter, and squeezes it a few times. The grin never leaves my face as she does.

I turn so that she can wash the front. She takes her time washing my chest, arms, and legs before she moves to my cock.

I’m rock hard. Fuck, I have been hard since I woke up.

She strokes my cock and tightens her grip on it. I let out a low groan.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss when she flicks her thumb against my slit.

One hand reaches down to grab my balls, and she strokes me faster.

It honestly doesn’t take me long to find my release. I should probably be embarrassed about that, but it’s hard to be with the way she is looking at me.

“This is the best shower ever,” she says with a grin.

I chuckle as I finish cleaning up and we get out.

I help dry her off and then quickly dry myself off.

When we get to the bedroom, she moves to our closet where she grabs a shirt and puts it on. I notice that it’s one of mine, and the fact that she has nothing else on makes it fucking perfect.

I grab some sweats and pull them on without boxers and she eyes me up.

Dylan and Braxton come walking in the room and stop when they see Holly and me.

They both give us a knowing grin.

“Fuck, you guys are pure jerk off material,” Braxton says as he grabs himself through his pants.

I chuckle and shake my head.

“He’s right, you in those grey sweatpants and her in a light blue, button down shirt that I can tell she’s not wearing a bra under since her wet hair is making that possible, and I hope she isn’t wearing fucking underwear,” Dylan says in a pleading tone.

Holly shocks both of us when she pulls up her shirt and shows them that she indeed doesn’t have anything underneath.

“I think Dylan and I need to go shower,” Braxton says, pulling Dylan by the arm into the bathroom.

We both laugh as we hear the water turn on.

Holly climbs into the bed.

“I feel so tired today. I just want to be lazy,” she says with a sigh while snuggling up with one of the pillows.

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