“That makes sense,” she nods.
“I won’t let your brother fight, not for a while,” I assure her and she smiles.
“I appreciate that,” she says.
A few minutes later, Thorn is walking through the door with two more bags.
“Just take those upstairs and then come eat really quick,” I instruct him.
He does as he’s told and we wait with him until he finishes breakfast then I head upstairs to change.
“I already took a shower,” she says, but the way she looks at me, it’s like she’s hungry and not for food.
I hand her a pair of jeans and a tank top and she smiles.
“I said I already took one but didn’t say I didn’t want to take another one,” she bites her lip.
I watch as she undresses in front of me again and I have to breathe.
The things this woman does to me.
The shower is running and she’s stepping in as I shed the rest of mine and join her.
“Sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I groan.
“I think I do,” she smirks as she reaches for my cock, stroking it.
Fuck.
And then she drops to her knees, taking my cock in her mouth and I nearly explode.
I can’t take it anymore. I grab her and pull her up, shoving her against the shower wall, picking her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, she can feel how hard I am. I growl as I slam into her, balls deep. Oh fuck.
This is heaven. She moans as I slide in and out, reaching down I flick her clit and she gasps.
“Holy shit,” I moan as I increase my pace, keeping pressure on her clit.
I can feel she’s close, so I pinch her clit and she screams out in pleasure, her pussy clamping down on my cock and I can’t hold back.
I explode, her pussy milks me dry. Once I’m soft, I pull out, kissing her deeply and rinsing her off.
I help her towel off and kiss her again, and then we set about getting dressed.
Fuck, that was amazing.
Briar
That was amazing. My legs feel like jelly, but my body feels like it’s on fire, in a good way. Pure heaven. I felt alive. I shimmy into a new pair of panties and matching bra I dig out of my bag, in the closet that I’ve been using, and then put on the jeans and tank top Kingston handed me before the shower.
Black skinny jeans and a Minnie Mouse tank top, with a red cardigan, paired with a pair of white converse.
Kingston has good taste for a man. I think he had help though.
I finish dressing and brush my hair out at the vanity, blushing when I see him shirtless, digging around for a new one in his dresser.
I’ve seen him in all his glory and he is perfect, but I will always blush when I see him. He has that effect on me. I mean he’s like a Roman God, depicted in paintings, chiseled, hot. He’s a marble statue, rock hard abs. And he catches me staring at him and he smirks.
Jerk.