“And you young man, I raised you better. You know if you’re gonna be out late, there better be a text on my phone when I wake up.”
“I’m sorry to both of you. We should have called, you’re right. Presley was helping me remember my life before my accident. I guess we were so focused on each other we lost track of time.”
Presley’s buried deep into my side, her heart’s racing against my rib cage as five pairs of eyes sink into us.
“Wait a minute,” Liv waves her finger between the two of us, a wide grin stretching across her appearance, “What’s goin' on here?”
She snuggles deeper into me as my grip on her tightens. The same question surged through my mind on the way over to the house. As she eyes me, I know she’s just as confused.
“We’re taking it slow.”
“So does this mean Mommy and Daddy are back together?”
I plant a giant, sloppy, and messy kiss on her lips, her throat, her cheeks, and anywhere else I can easily reach. Presley giggles as she pushes against my advances.
“We’re a work in progress.”
Chapter Thirty-three
Mom and Diane ended up cooking an entirely too big of a breakfast for all of us since they couldn’t sleep last night. Liv and Trey end up passing out on the couch while Marcus falls asleep in one of the recliners. This was us, our group, and it felt good to feel as if we were back to normal. Both our mothers give us a knowing nod as Robert and I head to my bedroom, a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt are already waiting for him on my bed.
The underlying sexual tension from last night is overwhelming, my heart pumping loudly against my chest as Robert closes the bedroom door and I turn my back to him. “Will you—umm,” I move my hair off to one shoulder exposing my zipper and I hear him chuckle.
Heat radiates from his body as he gets closer to me, placing a soft lingering kiss at the bottom of my neck before the sounds of my zipper break the silence. His knuckles brush against my skin, as more and more of my back is exposed to him, his lips following the zipper, each vertebra tingling under his touch while my breath grows shallower with each passing second.
His hands rest on my waist, his chest pressed against my backside, allowing me to feel his racing heart while his smile is pressed into my exposed neck. He breathes in deeply against me as we stand there for a moment.
“You’ve already seen me naked,” I whisper, “take a shower with me.” I turn in his arms, a look of adoration on his face as I push down the straps of my dress and it puddles at my feet, leaving me in only the lingerie he purchased.
His eyes roam over my body, his hands brush against my sides, over my breast while I unbutton his shirt and slide it off of him. Taking his hand I head to the bathroom and turn on the shower, removing my bra and panties before stepping in, closing my eyes as I allow the hot water to wash over me. The shower door closes, Robert standing behind me, his erection pressed hard against my back as he holds me against him. His hands massaging my breast as he assaults my neck, biting and sucking, mixing pleasure and pain in a perfect rhythm. “I don’t deserve you, Presley,” he says in between kisses.
“I love you, Robert. I always have. And I always will.”
He spins me against the tiled wall, with one hand, he pins my arms above my head while the water cascades over us. His lips mold over mine as I release pleasure-filled moans into his mouth with each flick of my nipple as our hips move against one another. My body pleads for more, as he whispers a compromise against my ear before running his hand down my stomach and in between my legs. Using his knee, he opens my legs wider and quickly inserts a single finger between my folds.
I cry out in extasy while my fingers grip his hand.
“Shh baby girl,” he says against my ear through a smile, “I’ll give you what you want.” His mouth covers mine and the next time pulls out of me, he rams a second finger in with the first. Hard and fast, he strokes me while his palm rubs against my clit, and I struggle to free my hands from his grip. I want to touch him, wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer to me.
My body begins to tighten around his fingers as my knees give out, his body pinning me to the wall and he releases my wrist. His hand drops down to my thigh, raising it against his waist to move deeper in me as I wrap my arm tightly around his neck. His tongue mimics the movement of his fingers while I grip his cock and follow his pace.
“I’m coming. Dear God, I’m coming.” I close my eyes against the explosion coursing through my body, warm jets hit my stomach as he throbs against me. Neither of us move as we ride each pulsing wave of pleasure until all that’s left is a semi-warm stream of water and perfectly sated smiles on both our faces.
“You are a noisy little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckles while squirting a glob of body wash into his hand and placing me back under the water to warm up. Moving quickly, he covers me in bubbles before helping me to rinse off and steps out of the shower. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he says before leaving me with a smacking kiss while I finish with the shampoo and conditioner.
When I make my way back into the bedroom, our clothes are hanging over a chair and he is laying on top of the comforter, forgoing the T-shirt and shorts, opting only for black boxer briefs.
Liv’s soft pashmina sweater brushes against my skin and a pair of boy short panties adorn my bottom as I lean against the door frame completely spent and perfectly happy.
A wicked, devilish smile spreads over Robert’s face when he sees me, his outstretched hand beckons me over to him. I take his hand in mine and he settles me on top of him.
My center pulses once again at his touch, both of us fighting temptation as my hands run over his stomach and across his chest. His hands grip my hips as he slowly rocks me back and forth over his cock, my head falling back as I focus on him and the way he makes me feel.
How is it possible to be turned on again so soon. The fabric between us magnifies each tantalizing stroke, building my desire to feel him buried inside of me. God, he feels amazing, thick and long. I bite my bottom lip in attempts to keep quiet once again.
“Something tells me you’re not quiet in bed,” Robert’s voice is perfectly clear as the memory of our first heated encounter plays through my mind.
I chuckle thinking about that night, shaking my head at the memory of us. I smile and yet feel guilty that I have a memory Robert doesn’t.
“What’s got you all smiley all of a sudden?” He looks up at me with expectant eyes, but all I can think about is how I don’t want to hurt him.
“Just a memory,” I say as I stop grinding against him, folding over to rest on his chest, my arms sliding up around his shoulders as he rubs my back in long, slow movements.
“You don’t have to feel bad about those, Pres. Will you share it with me?”
I take a deep breath. “The four of us, you and me, Trey and Liv, went dog sledding; it was our first actual date. That night, you came into my room, and we started fooling around. You made a comment about me being loud in bed. I was thinking about how far we could go if I was able to stay quiet enough.”
He’s quiet as he smooths my hair against my back before placing a kiss against my head. “I like that memory.”