Page 107 of Coming Up Roses
I want to throw all my plans out the window and devour her right now. But she needs something else first and I have a favour to return.
“There’s plenty of time for all that, Rosie,” I say with a smirk. “Got to look aftermy girl first.”
I grip the band of the bra when I realise it doesn’t have hooks and pull it over her head, watching her tits fall free from its hold. Leaning in, I kiss the top of one swell, then the other.
My self-control is crumbling so I nudge her towards the shower. “Hop in. I’ll be right back.”
She pouts over her shoulder as she shimmies her ass at me, sliding her underwear down her legs. “You’re not coming in?”
I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her, cupping her breasts and marvelling at the soft skin and gentle weight of them. I drag my lips down her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake.
“Soon, Rosie. I promise. Be a good girl and get in the shower for me.”
She moans, a soft, breathless sound, but does as she’s told, stepping out of my embrace and into the shower.
“Good girl. I’ll be right back, then I’ll take care of you.”
“You better fucking take care of me,” she groans. “I need you to fuck me so bad.”
“Patience. Do as you’re told, then maybe I will.”
I shoot her a wink, then turn and walk out of the room, pulling the door closed behind me as her moan echoes around the bathroom.
“Oh, and Rosie?” I say, poking my head back in. “Don’t you touch that pussy. It’s all mine.”
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I standand 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.
