Hello lovely readers. It’s time for something new. Something sexy. Something not appropriate for minors. And maybe best of all — something that spans a total of ONE week. This week. 

Please note: This piece is not for readers under 18. Please do not continue if you are not 18+. Thank you. 

fiction friday 14.

splash.

I didn’t think we were that close to the edge of the pool!

Clearly.

Oh, shut up! I didn’t want to come to this party anyway.

I know. I’m sorry.

Can we just leave?

We need to dry off. Come with me. Please?

She snapped the towel he offered from his hand and followed him down the stairs into the laundry room. Freezing, she wrapped the towel around herself and pouted. After running a towel over his hair a few times, he smiled at her, shivering and dripping from beneath her towel. He paced toward her.

You need to get out of those wet clothes.

He grasped her towel and tried to pull it from her. For a moment, she fought him. But she knew he was right. About the clothes.

Turn around.

What?

I said… turn around.

Baby, I have seen all of you.

I’m mad at you. Turn around.

He complied, knowing she wouldn’t stay mad for long. She never did. She peeled her wet clothes from her shivering body and tossed them into the dryer. After wrapping herself in her towel again, she turned to him. And found him completely bare. Walking toward her. Staring.

Her heart pounded as he approached, but when he reached her, he held back his touch. Finally, she grew frustrated with trying to read his mind.

What?

I need to put my clothes in the dryer, too.

Oh.

She stepped aside but couldn’t tear her eyes from his body. And when he looked back to her, he knew.

Aren’t you going to do something with that towel?

Like what?

Wrap it around your waist?

Why the hell would I do that?

He held her arms, near her shoulders, and turned her around, her back to the dryer. Her hand grasped the top of her towel so it wouldn’t fall. But she already knew that was futile.

He guided her gently backward until she bumped into the warm dryer. His body pushed her against it and she was warmed by it. And by him.

What are you…

His hands grabbed her face and his tongue dove into her open mouth, quieting her words. Still feeling a touch of anger, she wanted to push him away. But she couldn’t. Her hand flew to his neck, leaving her towel vulnerable.

His grabbed her by the waist and lifted her. The moment he sat her on the dryer, his hands went for her towel, tugging at it, dying to pull it away. She tried to fight him, to drive him mad, to make him wait.

You’re trying to torture me.

You deserve it.

Oh… honey…

With a devious smile, he sank a hand into her hair and stole her breath. The strength of his kiss, of his tongue, matched the strength of his hand prying her fingers from the towel. She let go. She wanted to all along – she just hated to let him win. He took full advantage of her surrender, quickly baring her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He moaned softly into her mouth and slowly ran his hands down her body to her hips. He left her mouth but only to taste her neck, licking and sucking every bit of her skin.

We can’t do this…

We are already doing this…

Oh God…

His grip on her hips tightened and he pulled her body to the edge of the dryer. She could feel every hot, hard inch of him between her thighs. The anticipation inside her flew up her body through her heart and escaped in her sigh.

He nestled his head between her breasts for a moment against her throbbing heart. But his lips wandered, kissing, licking, sucking. She raked her fingers through his hair but one hand had to stop. She reached between them to take him in her hand.

Now who’s doing the torturing?

Still you, my naughty girl.

But she could torture no more. She could wait no longer. Slowly she urged him inside her. The moment he felt her wetness surround him, his mouth left her body. The most deliciously deep groan fell into her ears. Again, he tightened his hold on her hips pulling her against him, pushing himself into her.

Oh God…

Mm… naughty girl… shh…

She tried to stifle her moans. He made that an enormous challenge, but he helped, taking her into long lingering kisses, catching her moans in his mouth, on his tongue. She squeezed his shoulders, her fingers digging deeper into his flesh the harder his hips pounded into hers.

He forgot about keeping her quiet. He forgot everything. He could only feel. Her skin, her breath, her perfect walls around him. More. He leaned to her throat, her neck, and sucked on her, sending his own moans through her. She bit down on her own lip and arched her back. And he loved her desire – her need – to take every inch of him.

She only let the softest whimpers escaped her. He leaned into her, moving his body even faster with every thumping heartbeat. The moment her scream was about to escape, he let out the deepest throaty breath and covered her mouth with his. Her whole body shuddered around his.

His head fell to hers, their foreheads meeting, their arms surrounding each other. And they panted, waiting for their breathing to slow.

Ding.

Baby…

Mm… yes baby…?

Our clothes are dry.

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