all kisses. I know this because when I finished, he leaned against the tile wall of the shower and moaned my name. But my mouth was hungry for him.
All of him.
Next stop on this train was his chest, followed by his tight muscular abs. I spent a little time rubbing that soap into every nook and cranny I found. The sheets of water fell on us both quickly washing the bubbles to the floor, where they swirled around the drain before disappearing.
The final stop caused an audible inhale from him as I took him, hard, into my mouth. I let my tongue do the talking for me and when I occasionally gazed up between dips, I saw the look of pure satisfaction on his face. His eyelids were half closed and he clenched his perfect teeth. I got hot looking at him.
His eyes closed and he spread his arms out on either side of him as he continued to lean against the wall. His thighs were trembling under my fingertips. It wasn’t long after that he cried out my name and told me he loved me as he held my head between his massive palms and tilted his back.
I waited until the pulsing finished before releasing him.
I love the taste of him. I love everything about him.
“Good?”
“Reny, baby, you never cease to fucking amaze me.”
“Good. I’ve got more where that came from.”
“God help me.” He smiled that smile I’ve come to love so much.
That was the first time in almost a year where I’d let a memory come back and I was happy watching the picture play like a movie in my head.
God I missed him so much.
Chapter 14
It wasn’t long after the shower memory washed over me, word pun, when the memories seemed to flood my conscious and sub-conscious mind.
I remember making potato salad; it was probably my best, damn near perfect. We were expecting all of Dylan’s family, my parents and a few close friends to the house for a barbeque. I lifted the heavy bowl and was carrying it over to the fridge when out of nowhere Dylan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection.
He scared me to death, and I dropped the ceramic bowl.
I stared at the floor and the cracked half of bowl with what was left of my near perfect salad and the huge mess that seemed to cover the floor and my cabinets.
I was angry then not.
I wanted to scream but didn’t.
So I figured I’d cry. Seemed to cover both emotions perfectly.
Dylan bent down and lifted the remaining half of the bowl and rested the crescent shaped ceramic on the counter. He stuck his fingers inside and lifted a glob to his mouth.
“This is delicious.” He glanced at me, “I’m serious. Probably the best you ever made.”
“Dylan…” I sniffled. He silenced me with a kiss, an ardent long kiss. His mouth coated with my perfect potato salad.
Without warning, as was his way, he lifted me up onto the counter. Pushed my skirt up revealing my thighs and my thong. Gently parted my legs and stepped between them.
“Mmmm. This is perfect too.” He said as he glided his fingers over the silkiness of my thong.
With his two fingers he lowered the scant material slowly—achingly slow—down my legs and let it fall to the floor next to the globs of mayonnaise coated potatoes. Then opened his zipper releasing himself. And to my surprise entered me without hesitation.
He took my breath away. He pulled my tank top over my head, as well as my bra, and stuck his finger into the remaining salad again before smearing it across my breasts. Then lowered his mouth and licked and sucked at my covered nipples as he slowly tortured me with the gentle movement of his hips.
I grabbed the edges of the counter and my head rolled back against the wooden doors of the cabinet as I panted like a wild animal. I slowly opened my eyes and found him staring at me, smiling.
“Reny, this is amazing.” He held up his fingers, “You are amazing.”
He slowly pulled out of me and looked at me longingly. I was about to pull him by his hair back into position, but he had other ideas. He took
All of him.
Next stop on this train was his chest, followed by his tight muscular abs. I spent a little time rubbing that soap into every nook and cranny I found. The sheets of water fell on us both quickly washing the bubbles to the floor, where they swirled around the drain before disappearing.
The final stop caused an audible inhale from him as I took him, hard, into my mouth. I let my tongue do the talking for me and when I occasionally gazed up between dips, I saw the look of pure satisfaction on his face. His eyelids were half closed and he clenched his perfect teeth. I got hot looking at him.
His eyes closed and he spread his arms out on either side of him as he continued to lean against the wall. His thighs were trembling under my fingertips. It wasn’t long after that he cried out my name and told me he loved me as he held my head between his massive palms and tilted his back.
I waited until the pulsing finished before releasing him.
I love the taste of him. I love everything about him.
“Good?”
“Reny, baby, you never cease to fucking amaze me.”
“Good. I’ve got more where that came from.”
“God help me.” He smiled that smile I’ve come to love so much.
That was the first time in almost a year where I’d let a memory come back and I was happy watching the picture play like a movie in my head.
God I missed him so much.
Chapter 14
It wasn’t long after the shower memory washed over me, word pun, when the memories seemed to flood my conscious and sub-conscious mind.
I remember making potato salad; it was probably my best, damn near perfect. We were expecting all of Dylan’s family, my parents and a few close friends to the house for a barbeque. I lifted the heavy bowl and was carrying it over to the fridge when out of nowhere Dylan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection.
He scared me to death, and I dropped the ceramic bowl.
I stared at the floor and the cracked half of bowl with what was left of my near perfect salad and the huge mess that seemed to cover the floor and my cabinets.
I was angry then not.
I wanted to scream but didn’t.
So I figured I’d cry. Seemed to cover both emotions perfectly.
Dylan bent down and lifted the remaining half of the bowl and rested the crescent shaped ceramic on the counter. He stuck his fingers inside and lifted a glob to his mouth.
“This is delicious.” He glanced at me, “I’m serious. Probably the best you ever made.”
“Dylan…” I sniffled. He silenced me with a kiss, an ardent long kiss. His mouth coated with my perfect potato salad.
Without warning, as was his way, he lifted me up onto the counter. Pushed my skirt up revealing my thighs and my thong. Gently parted my legs and stepped between them.
“Mmmm. This is perfect too.” He said as he glided his fingers over the silkiness of my thong.
With his two fingers he lowered the scant material slowly—achingly slow—down my legs and let it fall to the floor next to the globs of mayonnaise coated potatoes. Then opened his zipper releasing himself. And to my surprise entered me without hesitation.
He took my breath away. He pulled my tank top over my head, as well as my bra, and stuck his finger into the remaining salad again before smearing it across my breasts. Then lowered his mouth and licked and sucked at my covered nipples as he slowly tortured me with the gentle movement of his hips.
I grabbed the edges of the counter and my head rolled back against the wooden doors of the cabinet as I panted like a wild animal. I slowly opened my eyes and found him staring at me, smiling.
“Reny, this is amazing.” He held up his fingers, “You are amazing.”
He slowly pulled out of me and looked at me longingly. I was about to pull him by his hair back into position, but he had other ideas. He took
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