Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
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I felt Dante's body still vibrating against me.
As soon as I was able to gather my own bearings, I gently turned him around to face me. His eyelids hung low in what I hoped was the result of pure pleasure. Both my arms were firmly on his lower back, practically holding him up.
I couldn't help but dip down to capture those swollen lips with mine. The moan that erupted from me, was an accurate representation of the levels of content I felt. Dante melted against me, wrapping his arms around my neck as his fingers tangled themselves into my drenched hair.
"Let me finish washing you." I mumbled against his lips, before my hand reached across to grab more soap.
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My body still felt like I was being turned over a fire like a pig roast. Sammy had spent the rest of our time in the shower, completely on me. He rinsed my hair with this sweet smelling shampoo I had faintly remembered smelling on him before. Then he worked his way down the rest of my body.
It was safe to say I was a nervous wreck the entire time. We had just had sex, yet every look Sammy sent my way, made me feel the most exposed I had ever felt.
When he was finished with washing me, he spent a brief amount of time on himself. I offered to scrub him down but he just grinned, planting a kiss on my forehead. "If I were to ask you to do anything else after what you've just done, I'd be a certified asshat. Let's get you into bed." Was all he replied with.
Little did he know, that comment would be easier said than done.
I made it upstairs first, to change. Sammy had hung around the locker rooms to do some quick clean up. I honestly debated staying downstairs with him, because watching Sammy walk around the locker rooms dripping wet in a low hanging towel, was the very definition of time well spent.
