Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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I groan in pure bliss as my mind awakens. Not only have I not slept on a proper bed for months, but a bed like this is like sleeping on a cloud compared to the sofa-bed I'm used to. The sunlight is streaming through the windows. I wipe the sleep away from my eyes and roll. The bed is empty, it still feels slightly warm. I hear the sound of running water and pull the covers back.
Padding to the bathroom, I push the door open. Alexander is stood in the shower, steam engulfing the room. He eyes me, smiles and gestures his head back, inviting me in.
I walk over, sliding my shorts down and my cami over my head. I drop them to the floor and walk around the shower glass.
When I'm within touching distance, Alexander grabs me, pulling me to him. His lips find mine, his hands landing on my arse, squeezing me tight to him. I feel him between us, and it sends all wet heat down south. Memories of last night flood my mind.
I freaked when I saw the bags, the clothes and toiletries, I panicked. I didn't know what to do, what to say, but my mind was jumping to so many conclusions, all bad.
I let Alexander have his chance to defended himself, let him speak and see whether I could trust him. I took the chance; I took more than one chance last night and I'm glad I don't regret it this morning. Any of it. If anything, I regret that I flipped, jumped to a conclusion and panicked.
Alex's tongue works with mine. He turns, taking me with him and walks me back until the waters gliding down my back. I tip my head back, breaking the kiss between us and let the heat soak through me.
Alex's mouth continues to work, gliding down my body, taking their time at my breasts, my stomach. When I glance down, he's on his knees in front of me. I run my hands through his thick, dark wet hair as he looks up to me.
"Hold on."
"What- Alex!" My thigh is lifted, placed over a solid shoulder. My right-hand flies out to balance on the wall as my other grips his other shoulder.
Alex wraps his arms around me, holding me steady as I balance on one foot. His mouth placing kisses along my thigh as the water falls around us.
When his mouth takes my clit, I'm glad to have him holding me up. My leg tries to give way, but Alex holds steady.
Sucking, licking, biting, nibbling, he tortures my clit in the most desirable way. I shudder in his hold as he wrings my third orgasm out of me.
When he places my leg down, he keeps his hold on me as he rises. His lips hit mine and I thrust my tongue in, loving that familiar taste. "I love the sounds you make when I make you come," He speaks against my mouth in that low, deep tone of his.
I reach my hand down, gliding it over the top of his hardness while he continues to take my mouth. He pulls back and shakes his head, "No, we don't have time, but I couldn't resist making sure you were relaxed again," He smirks.
