52. Abi
52
ABI
I stand and wait in the shower, practically vibrating with need.
In truth, a shower is an excellent idea because I probably smell like hospital and vomit.
But I need Flynn, desperately.
I want to touch myself, but he told me not to and even though he’d never know, I want to please him. Instead I stand under the water, letting it spill over my head, soaking my hair.
Flynn returns a few minutes later, promptly strips off his clothes and steps into the shower with me.
The water is near scalding, making the small space deliciously steamy. Flynn hisses as the water hits his skin, but when he wraps his arms around me again he seems to forget about the temperature of the water.
“Did you behave?” he asks, nipping at my skin with his teeth, then soothing with his tongue.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching back into his touch .
“That’s my girl.”
I reach around, my hand searching for his cock that’s already hard and pressing up against my ass. He swats my hand away.
“Patience, Rosie,” he says, then steps back.
I moan at the loss of contact. He’s got me so needy and desperate I can’t think straight and when a bottle clicks open I barely register. Not until his hands slide through my hair and he begins to massage shampoo into my scalp.
For the next long stretch of time—it feels like eternity, but realistically is probably ten minutes max—Flynn washes my hair, then soaps up my loofah and gently scrubs me from head to toe. His touch skims over all the most important parts; my nipples, my pussy, and barely caresses my ass before moving onto washing the next part of me.
By the time he shuts off the water I’m panting. I thought I was desperate before, but this is next level.
Flynn wraps me in a towel and gently dries off my skin, before doing the same to himself.
“Come on,” he says when he’s finally satisfied. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Why does that sound like you’re putting me down for a nap?” I ask, voice laced with suspicion.
He shrugs and when we step into my room I realise where he disappeared to earlier. In the corner of the room is a pile of soiled bedding and towels. He stripped the sheets off my bed and remade it with clean ones.
If I didn’t already love him, that tiny act of kindness might have pushed me over the edge. I don’t remember the last time someone made a bed for me.
Flynn leads me to the bed, then tugs free the towel wrapped around me and lets it drop to the floor while he pulls back the blankets and urges me in.
“You too,” I say, terrified he’s going to leave me here alone, to sleep.
“Absolutely,” he says with a smirk. He drops his towel and slides in beside me, resting his back against the headboard.
I curl in beside him, my gaze lingering on the outline of his hard cock through my sheets. God, I want it so badly.
Flynn’s fingers play with my still damp hair. “What do you want, Rosie? A nap? Or …”
“Or. Definitely or.” I push myself up from my prone position and slide into his lap, my pussy brushing against his cock as I shift into position.
Flynn stutters out a groan, his eyes slamming closed as he grits his teeth. “You’re already so wet for me.”
“That’s what happens when you tease me and don’t let me touch myself.”
“I can’t wait to be inside you again,” he whispers, breathless.
“In the drawer.” I indicate with a tilt of my head and he immediately reaches out, pulling free a condom.
I lift my ass up to give him room to roll it down his length and as soon as it’s in place, I knock his hand out of the way and position his cock.
Flynn lets out a grunt as I lower myself down on his length, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I’ll likely have bruises tomorrow. When I bottom out, my ass flush with his thighs, I lean in and capture my mouth with his.
“I love you, sweetheart,” I say against his mouth.
His eyes flash open, gaze colliding with mine. “I love you, too, Abigail,” he breathes. “So fucking much.” He glances down at where or bodies meet. “You want to do it like this?”
I nod, lifting my hips and dropping down again, watching his expression shift and change as I ride him slowly, then increasing my pace. “For now. But soon I’m going to want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can’t see straight.”
“Fuck. Like that day I had you in your office? You want to be all spread out for me?”
“Just like that,” I say. I lean in and bite down on his neck. “But this time your cock’s going to be inside me.”
“Get up, Rosie,” he growls, almost lifting me off his lap in one swift movement. His dick slips out of me and I moan at the emptiness. “Up,” he says again. “The faster you move, the faster I can be inside you again.”
I scramble off the bed, almost tumbling to the floor in my haste, but Flynn catches me, gently guiding me into place beside my bed, my feet on the floor, my hands pressed into the mattress.
He presses between my shoulder blades and I drop my torso lower, resting on my elbows. Flynn’s hand drags across my left ass cheek, then my right. He drags his fingers down my pussy, pumping two inside me once before pulling back.
I whimper, pushing my ass towards him.
“Stay still,” he says, voice taking on that husky rasp that makes me want to swoon .
I freeze, expecting he’ll place his hands on me again, but he doesn’t. The only reason I know he’s still behind me is I can hear the harsh inhale and exhale of his breath.
“Fucking gorgeous, Rosie,” he mumbles and I chance a peek over my shoulder.
He’s standing half a metre back, hand gripping his shaft but not moving as he gazes at me. His eyes flick up to meet mine as he steps forward, dragging his cock over my wet pussy before thrusting home.
Our moans are simultaneous and guttural, but after another thrust he stops.
“Not like this,” he says, pulling out. “I want to see you. I’ll fuck you like this some other time.”
I immediately roll over, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him closer. He slides into me, then blankets my body with his.
“Better?” I whisper, dragging my tongue down his throat.
“Yes,” he gasps. “I can’t believe this is my life. I can’t believe I’m yours.”
“And I’m all yours, sweetheart. All of me. My body, but most especially my heart.”
Flynn groans at my words, then slams into me, thrusting over and over, lifting me higher with each one, until the world shatters around me and I tumble over the edge, my body and my heart protected and safe in Flynn’s solid embrace.