Checking Him Out (A Single Mothers Romance Novel)

“You’re unbelievable,” he said.

I took the bar of soap in my hand, lathered it up, and cupped my hand over his balls again, squeezing the soap into his skin. I took more soap in my hand and fisted him a few more times, making sure he was drained and the soap cleaned every inch of him.

Once we were clean, I stepped out of the shower first. I felt along the wall for the towel rack and grabbed the nearest towel. I dried myself off quickly, wanting to get out of the bathroom before him and under the blankets. I still didn’t want him seeing me naked.

I opened the bathroom door and a sliver of light shone in on us.

“Hey where you going in such a rush?” he asked.

I turned to see him and the light shone on his awesome body. His cock was shriveling up but still looked long and delicious.

His body was amazing. His long hair hung down in front of his face. He shook off his head, spraying me with water.

“Close the door,” he said.

I wasn’t sure if he meant with me still inside, but I figured he did, so I closed the door. He felt his way over to me and took my towel away.

There we stood, face to face, in the pitch dark bathroom. He moved closer, pulling me in for a hug, and I could feel his cock against me again.

I was so horny. I’d done all the pleasing up to this point. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me. And I didn’t have to wait long.

He gripped my ass in both hands and lifted me up, setting me down on the bathroom counter. I reached out for something to grab and found a sink nozzle and the counter edge.

I held onto both as Mr. Cooper lifted my legs so that my feet rested on the counter too. My pussy was in prime eating position, open wide and out front.

Mr. Cooper knew what he was doing.

I couldn’t see a thing but I could feel everything. He gripped both of my knees in his hands and began kissing my inner thigh. His lips were wet and his kisses were deep. He sucked a little each step of the way like he was trying to plant little hickies for me to remember him by.

The closer he got to my pussy the more I ached for him. I sucked in my ass, feeling it pucker, the muscles in my groin clenching. I needed him inside of me damn it.

He moved lower and lower until I could feel his chin touch my shaved pussy. My light stubble providing a little bit of friction. His chin found my clit before his mouth did and the pressure of his face between my thighs felt so good.

I felt him inhale, smelling me, and even that was incredibly arousing.

He wanted to soak me up, to remember me, to know every part of me, even my scent.

I felt his nose on my clit and I wondered if he could feel my juices flowing. Could he smell the wetness pouring out of my pussy?

Finally, he touched his tongue against my clit.

His tongue was open wide and he licked me, touching the top of my pussy lips and my clit all at the same time. He licked upwards, fully tasting me, breathing me in.

I loved this guy. He did everything right.

Fuck I loved him.

Whether or not I loved him tomorrow would be a whole different situation, but right then on the bathroom countertop, I fucking loved this guy.

He slid one of his hands down and took my clit between two of my fingers. He pinched me.

“Rememeber what you did to me in the shower?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

He pinched me again and it hurt. It was a pleasurable kind of pain though. I wanted him to do it again and again.

“Oh yes,” I moaned.