She finishes wrapping a bright pink towel around her torso and flashes a smile. “How was your band meeting?”
What band meeting? Every thought in my head evaporated the second I laid eyes on her. “Drop your towel.”
“What? No.”
“I want to see you.”
“You’ve seen me. Many times.” She turns and wipes the steam off the mirror over the sink. “How was it?”
I creep up behind her while she starts running a wide comb through her thick, wet hair. “Things went well.” I slip my hands under her towel, running them up her smooth legs to finally grip her hips and pull her against me.
“Chaser.” She sets the comb down on the edge of the sink and closes her eyes.
With a quick yank, her towel opens, and I cup her breasts. “Were you getting nice and clean for me? So I could dirty you up when I got home?”
A wry smile twists her lips. “How did you guess?”
I brush her hair aside and kiss her shoulder. “Never get enough of you.”
She hums a happy, sexy noise. “You know I feel the same way, Chaser, right?”
“Perch your cute little butt on the sink for me.”
She turns and stares up at me. “Why?”
“So I can lick your pussy and suck on your clit until you come all over my face.”
Her cheeks turn my favorite shade of pink. “Chaser.”
“You asked.”
“Your honesty is so…”
“Raw? Savage? Primal?”
“All of the above.”
She presses her palms against the counter and boosts herself onto the edge of the sink.
“Good girl. Spread your legs.”
I drop down onto the fluffy, pale-pink rug, Mallory added to the bathroom during her last decorating spree, and prepare to worship at my favorite altar.
“Take your shirt off.” She reaches down and tugs at the collar of my T-shirt.
I flick my gaze up. “Why?”
“Because I said so.”
I grip the fabric and yank it up over my head, tossing it in the direction of the hamper. “Better?”
“Much.”
I shuffle closer and slip my arms under her thighs, resting my hands on her stomach. She shifts and plants her feet on my shoulders. “Thata girl. My shoulders are your footrests. Don’t forget it.” I turn and kiss her ankle, and she laughs softly. I press a kiss to her other ankle and flick my tongue over her calves.
Bending forward, I sweep my tongue through her slit. “Fucking heaven,” I mumble against her slick flesh. I stop and suck at her clit, and she bucks her hips, grinding hard against my face.
I groan even louder.
“Chaser!” she shrieks and gasps. Her fingers dig into my forearms, but I don’t let up. A tube of toothpaste, a cup, and a razor all go crashing to the floor as she scrambles for something to hold onto. Reaching out blind, I grab one of her hands and set it on my head. Immediately, she curls her fingers in my hair and tugs.
“Good girl,” I encourage. Love how loud and uninhibited my girl’s gotten. “Show me how much you love a good tongue-fucking.” I dive in again. Licking and teasing until she’s frantic. I keep my hands on her hips, pinning her down, sucking harder.
“Please,” she begs. “Please let me come.” Her body trembles. “I’m so close.”
I release her hip and slide two fingers inside her, while working my tongue against her clit.
“There!” She explodes, grinding and bucking against me. The hottest fucking sounds in the world.
I reach down, pry my belt loose with one hand and unbutton my jeans.
“Chaser!” Her butt slips on the counter, and she tips forward.
“I got you.” I grab her around the waist and pull her down on top of me. My back hits the bathroom floor with a thump. Mallory wastes no time unzipping my jeans the rest of the way, grabbing my cock and sliding home.
“Fuck,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. “I didn’t say you could have that yet.”
“What are you going to do about it?” she challenges.
I grip her hips tighter, holding her down while I thrust up. We’re wild and frantic in the tiny space until I finally slam my head against the wall one too many times.
“Fuck this.” I power up, lifting us off the floor while somehow keeping her impaled on my cock, and shuffle our way into the bedroom.
She lets out the wildest laugh-moans the entire way, fueling me to get there faster.
We fall onto the mattress, and I cover her body with my own.
She presses her palms against my cheeks and stares up at me. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Wrap your legs around me.”
That’s all it takes. Five seconds later, I’m groaning against her neck, biting her shoulder and seeing fucking stars.
She keeps kissing my cheek, along my jaw, and running her fingers through my hair.
When my brain can function again, I press a kiss to her lips, then flop down on the bed next to her. “Come here,” I whisper, flapping my hand in the air.