Recovery

Chapter 9

I wake up with a weight on top of me, and light snoring in my ear. Josh's naked body is across mine, and I try to push him off to get ready for work.

"Josh." I try to lift him up.

"No," He wraps his arms around my waist.

"I have to go to work." I try to get him to let go of me.

"Nope." He bites my boob.

"Ow, what the?" I laugh, and he joins me.

"Don't leave me." He looks up at me.

"I have to go to work." I run my hand through his hair, and look at the time. I have to be at work at 11, it's 8 now. "I mean. if you want to get into the shower with me." I smile.

"I'm going to be bored all day." He pouts.

I lift his hand. "You have this." 

He takes his hand from me, and without warning puts his middle finger inside of me. "I like doing this more." He grins. 

"Come shower with me." I try to wiggle out of his grip.

"Shower sex?" He wiggles his eye brows. "Hot." 

He leans up and kisses me, then reaches in the drawer to get a condom. 

I get my clothes, and brush and walk to the bathroom. He is sitting on the side of the tub feeling the water. I sit on the toilet and awkwardly look at him.

"I'm not going to judge you for peeing." He laughs and turns the shower on.

"Okay good." I pee and he looks at me strange. I cover my face, and he pulls me into the shower after I'm done, grabbing a couple wash cloths. 

I stand in front of him, the hot water hitting my chest, and I turn to him, dipping my head back to wet my hair. He reaches in front of him and grabs my arm, bringing me to him, and he kisses me. His tongue traveling inside of my mouth, he cups my butt in both of his hands, and raises me up, and presses me against the wall. He puts the condom on, and fingers me. 

I moan, pulling at his hair, his wrist moves faster, as his mouth stays on my chest, leaving small marks behind. He lowers me onto his dick, and moves me up and down, and moans loudly. 

"Holy shit." He pants, backing under the water. His dark hair getting darker under the water. His torso looking even hotter wet, I get turned on even more. He lifts me up and down and we both reach our climaxes. 

He puts me down, and I reach for the shampoo. He throws the condom outside of the shower, I hope he made it in the trash can. Josh takes the shampoo from me, and washes my long hair, then taking the conditioner after I rinse it, and massages my scalp. He puts soap in the palm of his hand, rubbing them together and roaming his hands over every inch of my body. Taking his time to make sure he didn't miss a spot. 

"I want all of you." He whispers as he washes my chest. "All of you." He repeats. 

He backs me underneath the water, and the soap rinses off. He dips his head down and sucks on the skin right about the round of my breast, doing it all the way down to the middle, and up the other one. "Mine." He traces his fingers over his work, and I'm panting at him, watching his every move. Where his eyes went, and how his pupils dilate at certain times, and when his jaw tenses. He's not predictable, but I know him.

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I get to work and Lauren gives me a smile as I clock in. "So, why weren't you here Thursday?"

I think back to being tied to a bed post, rubbing my wrists from the rope burn. "I was sick." I lied. Replace him with Josh. Don't think of him. Think of Josh. Josh will not hurt you.