Other Life

Body say

The day we let our bodies speak, He kissed my forehead and I bit down my bottom lip with a hum, my lips slightly parted as I glanced up at him. "Tell me how am I suppose to work after this?" I chuckled, shaking my head as I closed my eyes when he kissed my lips. "Don't." I told him as I hugged him tightly with a hum, his hands brushing up and down my naked back.

"We can't stay here, not like this in a house full of maids." I blushed at that, they probably heard my moans, Jesus Christ. I let my hair cover my face as I groaned, how am I going to face them at dinner? "Don't worry, you weren't that loud." I gaped at him, lifting my head as I pinned my lips together.

"You're so mean." I pouted at him and he smiled at me, grabbing my shirt as he slipped it on my head, slipping my arms in, I accommodated the shirt on my body. He lifted his hand, twisting his hand so he could ran his knuckles down my chubby cheek.

He cupped my jaw and brushed my cheek with his thumb, staring deeply into my eyes. "I like when we're like this." He leaned up and kissed my lips softly, leaning back down on the seat. "Let's take a shower." I nodded my head at him and slumped on the side, putting my panties and short back on.

He fixed himself and stood up, standing on the sofa - I jumped on his back and hold on tightly, "I need a piggy ride, my legs are still numb." I whispered in his ear and leaned a bit forward to kiss his cheek.

Hmm, he's right. It felt good being close like this. We need to try and keep this peace between us, it feels good. I laughed as he ran with me on his back, squealing as I held on tightly.  He took us to his room and I placed my feet down as I slid down his back. I took a good look at his room this time, making my way toward the pictures he had on the table next to the wall.

There were pictures of him and Samantha, his brother and a woman I guess was his mother, "You don't have pictures of your father?" I asked him as I turned around, watching as he removed his shirt, his muscles flexing at that, his chest bulging.

"My father and I never saw eye to eye, you could say we don't have the father and son bond like we used to, well we never did." He shrugged, glancing up at me as he stopped pulling down his pants, "You won't take your clothes off? Or you're waiting for me to take them off for you?" He asked me as he took long strides toward me, my breathing hiking up as he turned me around and gripped my arms, smelling my hair and neck. "You smell so good." He growled out at that, his hands touching my hips as he pressed me against him.

"Aren't you tired?" I spoke breathy as I pressed my eyes close with a soft pant,  "If anything I'm wide awake, I'm craving something more R-rated." Sweet Jesus. He traced his fingers up my arms and touched my shoulders, my body stumbling a bit when he moved away from me.

I took a deep and long breath before opening my eyes and turned around, "I'm still waiting." He gave me a side smile, his eyes glinting mischievously. I shook my head at him with a scoff and a smile on my face as I slid off my straps, lifting my shirt up. "That's better." He dropped everything and stayed naked, moving away toward the bathroom. Oh Jesus. I heard water running but it wasn't from the shower. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I removed my shorts and panties.

I had to wear them again while wet, ugh. So uncomfortable. I indeed needed a shower. I made my way toward the bathroom, Sloan was inside of the bathtub as he leaned his head against the edge, eyes closed. His lashes caressed his face, he looked so angelic while with open eyes he looked like the devil itself.

I like Sloan, I just hope that it's not something temporarily. We're getting to know each other better and I really hope that we could make things work, "It's rude to stare at a sleeping person." I rolled my eyes at him as he popped his open, "What are you waiting for? Get your ass in here."