“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “I’m on at nine.” He kisses the top of my shoulder and starts pressing more kisses down my back.
“You’re going to need to get ready soon,” I say, surprised by how breathless I already am.
“I’ve got plenty of time,” he says as he gives me one last kiss in the middle of my spine. “Come on.” He rolls me over and reaches for my hands to help me up. “I need a shower. You need a shower. I’ve heard there was a water shortage out in California this past summer so I thought maybe we’d do our part in conserving water.”
“Really?” I reply dryly and give him a questioning look.
“Hey, every little bit helps, right?” He gets up with a smug smile and pulls me towards the bathroom. Once inside, I start to get a little self conscious. I’d kill for a toothbrush and some toothpaste right about now. I do not want to scare away the world’s sexiest man with morning breath. Maddox cranks on the hot water and heads back to me. As if he can read my mind, he walks over to his cabinets and pulls each one open until he finds a new toothbrush, still in the wrapper. “I’ve got an extra. Anything else you need?”
I shake my head and step over to the sink. He turns and says, “I’ll give you a few minutes. I’ll run down and start a pot of coffee and be right back. Don’t start without me.” He closes the door behind him and I take the opportunity to use the restroom and brush my teeth. I look up at my reflection in the mirror and can’t help the big smile that’s plastered to my face. I just spent the most amazing night with Maddox! Plus, the fact that he hasn’t kicked me out of his house yet has got to be a plus, right? I have plenty to smile about this morning.
He knocks on the door a few minutes later and then enters, still wearing nothing on his unbelievably sexy body but a smile. He adjusts the water temperature, grabs my hand and we step inside his shower together. The water feels so good against my achy muscles. I moan a little as the water cascades over me so he turns me into the water, grabs a bar of soap, and starts washing and kneading my back. His strong hands glide effortlessly along my back, sliding up and down as the water washes over me. The combination of his touch and the water makes a delicious combination and instantly starts to relax me.
I step back and brush my rear against his hard erection. His hands wrap around my front and glide along my stomach, towards my breasts. His touch is magical. I wish he would just touch me all the time. I lay my head back on his shoulder and relax into his touch. He shows attention to my breasts before sliding back down my stomach towards the junction of my thighs. He uses one hand to hold me back against his body while his other hand sinks one finger inside of me. I moan at the welcomed invasion.
“You’re wet already,” he whispers a little hoarsely in my ear.
“You do this to me.” His hold onto my body tightens as I feel him slip the second finger inside. His mouth is sucking the water droplets off my neck and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. His fingers start to move quicker and his thumb moves up to rub over my little bundle of nerves. I’m starting to get very close to exploding when he spins me around. He kneels in front of me and places one leg up on the side of the tub. He slips two fingers inside me again and leans forward and gives my clit a flick with his tongue. I throw my hands into his hair as he pleasures me with a combination of his tongue and fingers. It doesn’t take long and I come apart, standing in the shower, moaning his name and sucking in big gulps of steamy air.
He pulls his fingers from me and spins me back around facing the wall. “Here, lean forward and brace your hands against the wall.” I do as I’m told and I feel him move my legs a little farther apart. I feel his hard shaft rubbing against my rear, rubbing against my still-pulsing entrance from behind. “Shit. I don’t have a condom,” he says.
“It’s okay. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since Kevin and that was almost two years ago.”
“I’m clean too,” he says. “We get tested through work twice a year. Plus, I always wear protection. Always.” Something shifts inside of me as I realize what he’s telling me. He’s agreeing to have unprotected sex with me. “I’ll pull out, I promise.”
I reach between my legs and guide him towards my entrance. With one swift, long thrust, he’s buried deep inside of me. I can feel him, all of him, without the condom. I’ve never had sex before without one. Even with Drake, we always used one. Brooklyn is the result of one failing or breaking.