by M. S. Parker
“You know.” He paused in the doorway. “We could save some time if we showered together.”
I froze for a moment, images of naked, wet Gavin dancing across my vision, and then I was moving. I tried not to look too eager, but the grin on Gavin’s face told me that I might not have succeeded. When his hand closed around mine, I no longer cared if I’d looked like I was desperate for him. The truth of the matter was that I did want him, and the feeling was so intense that desperation was a fairly accurate description.
The bathroom was bigger than my bedroom. It followed the same warm tones that decorated the rest of the condo, and the brass fixtures matched that style. The shower itself was encased in glass, a separate entity from the tub that sat just a few feet away. For a moment, I wished Gavin and I had the time to indulge in a long, slow bubble bath. I could see it in my mind’s eye, the soapsuds sliding across our skin...
The sound of water being turned on brought my attention back to the present. Gavin left the door open a crack as he removed his boxers. I wasn’t sure when the rest of the lingerie Gavin had bought me had come off, but it had. The only thing I was wearing were my stockings and I had a feeling those weren’t going to be good for much after this, not after having slept in them all night.
“Allow me,” Gavin said as he knelt in front of me. He lifted one of my feet and I put my hand on his bare shoulder to balance. As he rolled the stocking down my leg, I realized that his position put him very close to other things, and my pussy throbbed. Two of my previous four lovers had gone down on me, but none of them had been even close to as skilled with their mouths as Gavin was.
Almost as if he could read my mind, Gavin turned his face as he put one leg down and lifted the other. His breath was hot against my inner thigh, but he didn’t close the distance. By the time he returned my foot to the cool tile floor, my skin was humming with anticipation.
“I think the water’s warm enough.” Gavin stood.
I let my gaze wander down his body as he turned. He wasn’t fully erect, but knowing that just being near me had brought him to half-mast was enough to make me smile. I don’t think it would matter how often we made love, I would always love that his body responded to me like that.
Gavin stepped into the shower and held his hand out. I followed him under the warm spray, letting the water rinse away the sweat and sex of the night before. I closed my eyes as the water soaked into my hair, keeping them closed when I heard the snap of a plastic lid and the fresh, clean scent of shampoo filled the steamy air.
A moment later, I felt Gavin’s hands in my hair. I made a sound in the back of my throat as he began to massage the shampoo into my thick curls. I’d always loved having my hair washed, but I’d never had it done like this. As his fingers worked against my scalp, my hands began to slide across my skin. From one side of my stomach to the other. Over my belly button and just above the pale curls between my legs. Up to my breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight on my palms.
“All rinsed,” Gavin spoke low in my ear, his voice merging with the sound of the water falling.
I turned towards him, opening my eyes at last. Every drop of water was a new sensation on my skin. I blinked through wet eyelashes and tilted my head to look up at him.
“My turn.”
I held out my hand and he squirted some shampoo into it. I pressed gently on his shoulder and he went to his knees. His eyes closed as I began to work the shampoo into his hair. The strands were silky soft as they slipped between my fingers. I worked it into a lather and then began to rinse his hair clean. I smiled as I realized that we would smell alike today, and I was glad that he hadn’t used something spicy. That would be a bit too obvious.
As the last of the suds swirled down the drain, Gavin’s hands began to move up and down my legs, running from knees to hips. His head tilted back and he opened his eyes. With our gazes locked, he lifted my left leg and hooked it over his shoulder. Still looking at me, he leaned forward, opening his mouth so that I had no doubt about what was coming.
“Ah...” I sighed as he licked me. One long stripe, before settling to tease around my opening. All the while, his eyes were open and fixed on me. His hands held my hips as he kissed me, his tongue exploring my pussy as thoroughly as it ever had my mouth. It danced up to circle that little bundle of nerves and I cried out.
I fell back against the wall, barely registering the cool tile against my back. All I could feel was Gavin’s mouth, his tongue and lips passing over sensitive flesh until I was a quivering mess, held in place only by the man between my legs. He sucked and licked until I was calling his name, begging him for release. The moment he slid a finger inside me, I began to come. Then he crooked it, brushing against that spot that made the world go white.
I wailed, not caring if anyone could hear me. My nails dug into his shoulders, deeper and deeper, until I knew he’d be bruised, but I couldn’t let go. It was too much pleasure, too much sensation. I needed to get it out somehow.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, Gavin’s hand and mouth were gone, my body empty and craving to be filled by something larger and thicker. My eyelids fluttered open as Gavin reached for the door.
“Where are you going?” I managed to ask the question. I didn’t care how late we’d be, I wasn’t about to let him leave just yet.
He grinned at me. “I don’t actually store condoms in the shower.”
My body gave a long, low pulse. “Is that all?” I turned so that my back was to Gavin. “Don’t.”
I could almost hear him going completely still. This would be my choice, I knew. It hadn’t been a full week, but I didn’t want to wait anymore. I turned my head so I was looking over my shoulder at his startled face.
“I went on the pill.”
His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat. He wanted this too, but I could tell he was torn. He wouldn’t want me to feel like I’d been forced into anything, so I had to make him believe that this was all me.
“I want you inside me, Gavin,” I said. I slid my feet further apart. “I want to feel you, nothing else, nothing between us.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
The door slid shut behind him and he crossed to me in two long strides. He pressed his body against the length of mine, his cock hot and heavy against the swell of my ass. His hands ran along the front of me, cupping my breasts, fingers tugging at my nipples until I was pushing back against him.
“Take me.” The words came out almost involuntarily and I felt his body shudder against mine. I repeated them, “Take me.”
His lips found the soft skin of my throat and began to work it even as I felt him nudge against my entrance. My fingers curled against the tiles as he buried himself inside me with one swift thrust.
I cried out at the sudden fullness, my body going rigid as it made room for the intrusion. He didn’t pause, but rather began to withdraw right away, his thick shaft rubbing against me, the sensation new and welcomed. Skin against skin, our cells calling to each other, searching for the perfect match that existed only in another’s body. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one nearly lifting me off of my feet.
I squeezed my eyes closed, wanting this memory forever imprinted in my brain. The way the water felt against my skin. How the heat wrapped us in a cocoon. The feeling of him sliding back and forth between my legs. His mouth on my neck, sucking on the skin there until I knew I’d have a mark. His arms holding me in place as he thrust up into me. The way the pressure was building inside me until tears streamed down my face, mingling with the rest of the water.
“Please, please,” I begged without knowing what I was begging for. I could barely hear my own voice as I drowned in pleasure.
“Do you want me to come inside you?” Gavin whispered in my ear.
He pressed my body flat against the wall, trapping me between the heat of him and the cool of ceramic. He laid his arms across mine, his hands covering mine. I could feel the flex of his stomach against my back, the powe
rful thrusts of his hips.
“Do you?” he asked the question again and only then did I realize he wanted an answer. “Do you want me to come inside you?”
“Yes,” I gasped out the word. My body tried to shudder, to shiver, but I couldn’t move.
“Tell me.” Gavin’s voice was fierce, the kind of harshness that made me wet. “Tell me what you want.”
I whimpered as his teeth scraped over the shell of my ear. I knew I should be embarrassed to say the words aloud, but I wasn’t. I just knew what my body was craving and I couldn’t lie about it.
“I want to feel you come inside me.”
The words brought a primal near-growl from Gavin and my eyes rolled back in my head as the vibration traveled through me.
“I want to feel you pulse inside me, filling me.” I was barely able to breath, but I forced the words out. I needed him to know the truth. “I want my thighs wet with your cum.”
“Fuck.” Gavin’s fingers tightened around mine as his hips jerked against my ass.
I felt it then, what I’d been waiting for. The warmth of his seed spilling inside me. His cock emptying, not into some impersonal latex, but into me. It was amazing, everything I’d imagined, but it wasn’t enough. I made a sound of pure frustration, desperate for that last little bit of friction I needed to finish. I started to drop my hand, to slide it between us. It wouldn’t take much, I knew. One or two little touches to bring it to a head.
“No.” Gavin’s fingers closed around my wrist, shoving my hand back where it had been before. “I told you before.”
Then his hand was there, right where I needed it, his fingers rubbing just right so that my climax finally arrived, ripping through me with hurricane force. As wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, I heard Gavin’s voice again.
“Mine.”
He lowered us until we were sitting directly under the spray, my body cradled against his. I put my cheek against his chest, listening to his heart pounding in my ear. I could feel his cum trickling out of me, mingled with my own juices. As I finally caught my breath, I asked the question I’d meant to ask before when the subject had come up.
“You said ‘mine.’” Okay, that wasn’t a question, but I was pretty sure he’d know what I wanted to know.
I was right.
Gavin pushed wet hair back from my face. “When I’m with you, I want every part of you.” His expression was somber, serious. “I don’t mean it in some macho, caveman kind of way, but I want you to be mine. Every inch of your body to belong to me in that moment. To know that I’m the only one you’re thinking of, that you’re not fantasizing about some other man’s hands on you.”
I shook my head. “Never.”
He smiled, but there was still a darkness in his eyes. “I want to possess you, but not control you, or make you into something you’re not.” He shook his head. “I’m not explaining it right.”
I reached up and put my finger against his lips. “It’s okay. I know what you mean.”
And I did. I understood what he was trying to say, even if he couldn’t express it himself. Saying “mine” and claiming me as his had nothing to do with bossing me around or degrading me. It wasn’t about me belonging to him. It was about us belonging together. If I was his, then he was mine, and I liked that.
I put my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Just before our lips met, I whispered, “Mine.” His eyes lit up and his mouth covered mine.
Chapter 12
It was tempting to stay in the shower until Gavin was ready for round two and then spend the rest of the day in bed, talking and making love. Neither one of us had used the “l” word or even truly made a declaration of what we were to each other, but I was feeling more on solid ground now than I had before. That feeling of trust grew when Gavin finished dressing first and told me to lock up when I left.
I stood, wrapped in a large brown towel, drying my hair and trying to wrap my head around what had happened. Not only had Gavin brought me back to his place, but he’d also felt comfortable enough to leave me here while he went to work. I think the quickest I’d ever left a boyfriend alone in my apartment had been after five months together. It wasn’t like I’d thought they’d go through my journal or something, but there was something too personal about leaving someone in my space. And I’d never liked it when they’d left me at theirs. Until now.
When my hair was finally dry enough to manage, I wrapped it up, pinning it behind my head. I wished I’d brought clothes with me, but I hadn’t thought I’d be spending the night. My stockings were a total wash, but at least my bra and panties were cleaner than the rest of my clothes. Before I put them on, however, I was going to work on the other essential. Make-up. Fortunately, I had brought some of that with me. Not much, but enough cover-up to mask the pair of hickeys Gavin had left on my neck. The one on my left breast was low enough that nothing I owned would reveal it.
“Next time,” I muttered to myself. “We’ll see how he likes having to wear make-up on his neck.”
I wasn’t really angry though. I liked the reminder of what we’d done, though the throbbing ache between my legs wasn’t going to let me forget any time soon. He hadn’t hurt me, but I was definitely going to be tender for a day or two. I’d had vigorous sex with a more than well-endowed partner too often over the past few weeks. Krissy was right. It was amazing I could walk right.
I laughed at that, then clamped a hand over my mouth at the sound. It was strange, knowing Gavin wouldn’t be coming in to ask what was so funny.
I checked the mirror one last time and tossed my lip balm into my purse. Now to find my clothes. The search didn’t take long, but what happened when I picked up my skirt from under the end table distracted me.
Last night, I hadn’t been paying much attention to what was around the couch. I remembered thinking that he hadn’t had anything personal around. Apparently I’d been preoccupied enough to miss these. Two simple silver frames. One held a picture of a much younger Gavin, dressed in a tux, standing with his arms around a beautiful blond girl. Judging by her dress and the corsage on her wrist, it was their senior prom. They were smiling and very much in love.
I smiled sadly as I put the picture back on the table. I wasn’t jealous. How could I be? I knew what happened after that picture was taken, how many years they had together, the life they’d never have. Being jealous of a memory was petty and foolish.
I picked up the second frame. I didn’t need anyone to tell me who this was either. She may have had her mother’s fine, model-like features and straight pale blond hair, but those dark blue eyes were all Gavin.
I gently set the frame back down. My finger traced along the top of it. “You have a beautiful family.” I whispered the words, unsure if I was speaking to Camille or to Gavin until I added, “I promise, I’ll take care of them.”
Chapter 13
Have I mentioned before how much I hate being late? Today was even worse because, not only was I late, I was wearing the same thing I’d been wearing the day before, sans stockings. Fortunately, I kept a fresh change of clothes at the office – most interns, associates, and paralegals did – but that didn’t mean I wasn’t feeling the walk of shame on my way to my desk.
Leslie, Krissy, and Dena all stared at me as I hurried past them, and I refused to make eye contact. I could feel my cheeks burning as I grabbed my back-up pack from my bottom desk drawer and started towards the bathroom.
“Carrie!”
I froze. Shit. It was Mimi. I slowly turned, hoping she wouldn’t be able to read my recent activities on my face.
“You’re late.”
“Yes, I am.” I knew lying would just make things worse. “I’m so sorry–”
She waved a hand. “I don’t want excuses. I want those reports.”
“Right. The reports.” Something very close to panic was threatening to take over.
“Where are they?” Mimi put her hands on her hips, the expression on her face m
ore unfriendly than anything I’d ever had her direct at me.
I didn’t know what to say. How could I tell her that I didn’t do my work because I was too busy fucking her client’s consultant? I stammered, “I–”
“Delivery for Carrie Summers.”
I nearly squeaked in surprise, but managed to keep it to myself. “I’m Carrie Summers.”
I turned towards the voice as I answered. A middle-aged delivery man walked towards me, two thick envelopes in his hands. I quickly signed for them, peeking at the sender information. Gavin. Praying that these were the files he’d shown me yesterday, I turned back to Mimi.
“I had to send for some files about some of the women Howard had been seen with,” I said. “Express delivery of course.”