He watched me with hooded eyes as I soaped up my hands and stood on my tiptoes to massage it into his scalp. I could tell that he was getting even more excited, but somehow he was able to reel it in. Who knew a hair wash could be that much of a turn on?
I tipped his head back to rinse out all of the suds and then grabbed onto the bar of soap and the washcloth, crouching down to my knees to start at his feet and work my way up. He somehow managed to stand there, still as a statue while I rubbed down every single part of his body with a silent smile.
Once I was finished, I pushed him gently under the water to rinse off, and he grabbed the washcloth out of my hands.
“Your turn, I think you’ve been a very dirty girl.” I smirked at him as he repeated the same process on my body, but I wasn’t able to maintain as much control as he had. He was literally driving me insane. My body was on fire at his every touch.
When he parted my legs, I bit back a moan, tilting my head backwards and squeezing my eyes shut. My body trembled beneath his hands, wanting more, needing more. His hands disappeared suddenly, and when I peaked my eyes open he was reaching to turn off the water. I let out a loud groan, slapping my hand on top of his to stop him from doing so and he turned back, a confused look on his face. “You aren’t ready to get out?”
I shook my head sharply, reaching down to grab onto his erection. “No, I think we should finish something first.” I licked my bottom lip and smiled up at him. I knew there was no way he could tell me no.
My hand moved up and down for a few minutes but he had a pained expression on his face like he couldn’t take it any longer. He quickly removed my hand, shoving me lightly against the wall. His mouth landed on one of my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth and pinching the other one between his fingers as I pushed against him, wrapping one leg around his waist. I couldn’t get close enough to him.
He moved to the next one, and I moaned out his name, grinding myself into him at a frenzied pace. I needed him now. “You wet for me, princess?” he asked, brushing his lips against my jaw and then moving to twirl his tongue onto my ear. He reached one finger down to find that I was more than ready and stilled my hips, grabbing my other leg to wrap it tightly around his waist.
He slowly impaled me just as our lips met to devour each other. I could tell that this was going to be over quick for the both of us, and I could tell that Justin was trying to make it last longer, but that was not what I needed right now. I moved my hips in a quick, circular motion as he ran his hands up my sides, past my breasts, and finally stopped at my hair, twisting his hands into it.
I could see the hunger in his eyes as he grabbed onto my hips to quicken the pace even more, reaching down one of his hands to that one spot that got me every time. My eyes popped open, staring deep into his as he groaned against my lips.
My movements became jerky as I felt that pure bliss taking over my body, and I clenched around him. He continued to pound into my body, spilling his release into me as he lightly nipped at my neck. My legs went limp, sliding down his body and we both collapsed onto the floor of the shower, letting the now cold water cool are sweaty bodies.
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After we finally made it out of the shower and managed to throw some clothes on, Justin ran around the room jamming our clothes into our bags as quick as he could. We’re supposed to be at my grandparents this afternoon to meet up with my mom for lunch, something we were both totally looking forward to so much, but I knew Justin really didn’t want to make a bad impression no matter how big of a bitch she was.
He was also meeting my dad for the first time, but I wasn’t so worried about that one. What I was really worried about was how my parents would interact after all of these years of barely talking to one another.
“C’mon princess,” he yelled into the bathroom. “You know I think you look beautiful with or without makeup, we don’t have time for your primping shit.”
“All right, I’m coming, Mr. Impatient,” I replied, clutching the makeup bag in my hands and shoving it into my suitcase. I grabbed a danish before rolling my suitcase to the door, and he followed closely behind, practically pushing me out of the door.
By the time we are into the car and he had my grandparents address popped into the GPS, it informed us that we would be arriving thirty minutes late. “I can make that up easily.” He squealed out of the parking lot, laughing when he saw me clutching onto the door as he whipped through the deserted town. “Chill baby, I’m going to do this for a living some day. Who do you think taught me how to drive?”
“You would think that your dad would warn you against driving like that, being a cop and all,” I muttered, before relaxing a bit as he merged onto the highway. I pulled out my phone, tapping at a few times before tucking it in between my legs.