It's Always Been Briar

Chapter 22.

I slide out from under her and off the bed. I reach for her and tell her to, 'Come here'. She gets on her knees and moves closer to me. Then I snatch her up and throw her over my shoulder.

'River!' She exclaims while I laugh a little.

'I can walk, you know.' She sassily tells me and she smacks my ass. 'Fuck, you have a nice ass, love, but is it made of stone?! That hurt my hand.'

I can't stop laughing. When we get into the bathroom, I smack her ass and listen to it echo. Ah, that's nice.

'Two can play this game, darlin. And I guarantee my stone ass will beat your fucking perfect, soft, sexy ass.'

I put her down on her feet near the counter and go to turn on the shower. Sheets of water fall from the ceiling. Then I turn on the mist. I turn to face Briar, who is right where I left her.

'Ok, Miss, I-can-walk-you-know, come over here to me on those sexy Bambi legs of yours.'

She looks at me with determination but it quickly changes as soon as she goes to take a step. 'Ouch.' She frowns. So I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. 'Now you see why I like to carry you right after we have sex. I know you're sore, love. Let me take care of you.'

I place a sweet kiss on her lips and then sweep her up into my arms, bridal style. I walk into the shower. It's a pretty sweet shower. Kinda really big. No curtain or glass door. It's like its own sustaining stall. The water falls from the ceiling which is perfect so I don't bash my head on the shower head. Plus it has misters in the corners, which hurt in such a good way if you catch the wrong angle.

'You want to sit or stand, darlin.'

'Sit, please.' She says. Solid choice.

I set her down. There is a built-in bench on the left side. I don't think I have ever used it except for putting stuff on it. But now I'm imagining all the ways we can fuck on this.

With her laying on it.

With us both laying on it.

With her bent over.

Oooooo, yeah bending her over with her hand on the bench. Hot water falls on us as we fill the bathroom with moans and groans... Hmmm, how long until she is not extremely sore after every time we have sex?

'What are you thinking about, handsome?'

I chuckle and shake my head. I go over and grab the soap. 'You don't wanna know.' I laugh again.

'Of course, I do or I wouldn't have asked silly.' She says and gives me a look.

'Ok, ok.' I put my hand up in surrender. 'I was thinking about all the ways I'm gonna fuck you on that bench.' I smile. She smiles back and stands up in front of me.

'And which way did you pick to do first, love?' She asks me as she runs her hands over my stomach and chest.

'How the fuck could you possibly want more? How are you this fucking horny?!'

'Because I was made for you.' She tells me as she starts kissing my chest. I grab her hair and pull her head back. I start kissing her neck and throat.

Fuck.

'I can't believe I'm going to say this but I'm fucking tired, love. I need more food and rest. You need more food and rest. I know it's like 7 pm probably but daddy is spent.' I let go of her hair and brush it all out of her face.

'I know it sounds lame but I am emotionally exhausted from the last 24 wonder hours. Can we take a break, darlin?'

She nods and says. 'Yes, love. You just light my inside on fire and I gotta have more of you. But I am so sore and exhausted, too.'