feeling uncomfortable and the strap of my shoe is feeling tight, it’s pinching my skin. A hiss of discomfort leaves my lips as Royce turns his attention to my swelling ankle.
He turns on the side table lamp and inspects my aching foot. “I think you just twisted it really well, but if you want me to take you to the emergency room I will.”
“I just want to lie next to you. Can we just go to bed?”
“Yeah but you better let me get some ice on that ankle.”
**
“I really like waking up with you in my bed. I may not let you out of it.” Royce has his head lying on my breasts. It does feel right being here with him. Nothing happened last night other than him giving me a rough time for suspecting the worst of him.
“Well I do have the next three days off.”
“Don’t tempt me to hold you here. Trust me I want to but I have training all week. You could stay here though, if Kline is still throwing a rager. Or you could stay because you want to. It would be really nice to come home to you waiting for me.”
My ankle feels so stiff, it hurts to stretch. I let out a low whimper. “That’s it. I’m taking today off so I can take care of you.”
“I’ll be fine really. But I appreciate the offer. It is tempting, but I don’t want you missing out on your workouts because I am a big baby.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He rolls over on top of me supporting his weight with his knees planted on each side of me.
“At least let me treat you to breakfast and a shower.” He kisses up my throat to the corner of my mouth rubbing his stubble against my jaw.
“Deal.”
**
Royce is standing behind me in the shower. I can tell he is trying so hard to restrain himself by being on his best behavior. I agreed to allow him to help me shower only if we stay in our underwear. The heat from the shower isn’t the only thing making it hot in here, the heat radiating off his body is making it hard for me not to turn around and delve my tongue in his mouth. The temptation to run my fingers through his hair and let him do all the things he used to is hard to resist.
Royce closes the gap between us and the touch of his flesh to mine sets me ablaze with want. The flame is flickering between my thighs as he kisses the back of my neck so lightly it is barely a whisper. His hands skillfully wash my arms in such a way I am about to crack and let him have me. The water runs over me, each drop is like needles, my skin is so sensitive. My breasts have grown heavy and his muscles are hard —tense. Yet he remains calm and resistant of what he wants.
“How’s your foot,” I nearly jump at his deep husky voice laced with desire. My head is swimming with images of him pressing me against the cool tile of the shower wall, his smell envelopes me in a blanket. The steam is blinding me. I can’t fight the urge to have him any longer. I’m so hungry for his love.
“Royce,” I whisper his name hoarsely. “Please Royce, I want you.”
“What happened to slow?” He wraps his muscular arms around my waist. My head falls back against his chest, his mouth closes over mine. Royce reaches behind him without stopping our kiss to turn the water off. He lets me go only to sweep me off my feet. Carrying me dripping wet to his bed. Looking down at me with a warm smile he says,” you are so beautiful it almost hurts to look at you. To think I ever let you go. I can’t walk away from you again Kings.”
Part of me knows I should stop this now before I lead him any further but I want him too badly to stop. “Make love to me Royce.”
My fingers trace the intricate pattern of the star tattoos that cover his upper torso. I never noticed before but on the inside of the first is my name. A tear slips from my eye as I wonder when he did such a thing. He inches down closer to me on the bed and lies down next to me. He takes over guiding my fingers to the next star, “one day these will bear our children’s names.” My fingers are
He turns on the side table lamp and inspects my aching foot. “I think you just twisted it really well, but if you want me to take you to the emergency room I will.”
“I just want to lie next to you. Can we just go to bed?”
“Yeah but you better let me get some ice on that ankle.”
**
“I really like waking up with you in my bed. I may not let you out of it.” Royce has his head lying on my breasts. It does feel right being here with him. Nothing happened last night other than him giving me a rough time for suspecting the worst of him.
“Well I do have the next three days off.”
“Don’t tempt me to hold you here. Trust me I want to but I have training all week. You could stay here though, if Kline is still throwing a rager. Or you could stay because you want to. It would be really nice to come home to you waiting for me.”
My ankle feels so stiff, it hurts to stretch. I let out a low whimper. “That’s it. I’m taking today off so I can take care of you.”
“I’ll be fine really. But I appreciate the offer. It is tempting, but I don’t want you missing out on your workouts because I am a big baby.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He rolls over on top of me supporting his weight with his knees planted on each side of me.
“At least let me treat you to breakfast and a shower.” He kisses up my throat to the corner of my mouth rubbing his stubble against my jaw.
“Deal.”
**
Royce is standing behind me in the shower. I can tell he is trying so hard to restrain himself by being on his best behavior. I agreed to allow him to help me shower only if we stay in our underwear. The heat from the shower isn’t the only thing making it hot in here, the heat radiating off his body is making it hard for me not to turn around and delve my tongue in his mouth. The temptation to run my fingers through his hair and let him do all the things he used to is hard to resist.
Royce closes the gap between us and the touch of his flesh to mine sets me ablaze with want. The flame is flickering between my thighs as he kisses the back of my neck so lightly it is barely a whisper. His hands skillfully wash my arms in such a way I am about to crack and let him have me. The water runs over me, each drop is like needles, my skin is so sensitive. My breasts have grown heavy and his muscles are hard —tense. Yet he remains calm and resistant of what he wants.
“How’s your foot,” I nearly jump at his deep husky voice laced with desire. My head is swimming with images of him pressing me against the cool tile of the shower wall, his smell envelopes me in a blanket. The steam is blinding me. I can’t fight the urge to have him any longer. I’m so hungry for his love.
“Royce,” I whisper his name hoarsely. “Please Royce, I want you.”
“What happened to slow?” He wraps his muscular arms around my waist. My head falls back against his chest, his mouth closes over mine. Royce reaches behind him without stopping our kiss to turn the water off. He lets me go only to sweep me off my feet. Carrying me dripping wet to his bed. Looking down at me with a warm smile he says,” you are so beautiful it almost hurts to look at you. To think I ever let you go. I can’t walk away from you again Kings.”
Part of me knows I should stop this now before I lead him any further but I want him too badly to stop. “Make love to me Royce.”
My fingers trace the intricate pattern of the star tattoos that cover his upper torso. I never noticed before but on the inside of the first is my name. A tear slips from my eye as I wonder when he did such a thing. He inches down closer to me on the bed and lies down next to me. He takes over guiding my fingers to the next star, “one day these will bear our children’s names.” My fingers are
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