When she’s finally done, I turn the tables on her, slowly washing every inch of her perfect skin.

“If I say I’m sorry for torturing you, will you go faster?” she asks breathlessly.

“No.”

She chuckles and then moans when I drag her shower puff between her legs, washing her pussy.

“You’re extra dirty here.”

“That’s your fault.” She gasps and grips my biceps to keep from losing her balance as I press just a little harder. “God, that feels good.”

I kiss her cheek and down to her neck, biting softly but not hard enough to mark her. Her fingertips dig into my arms when I drag the soapy puff through her folds one last time before dropping it to the floor so I can rinse her off.

“How is it possible that you feel more toned than you did just last week?”

“I probably am,” she replies before kissing my chest. “The routine for Starla was more rigorous than anything I’ve done in the year I’ve been home. It toned me back up. Does it bother you?”

“Nothing about you bothers me. I love it when you’re curvy and I love it when you’re leaner. Fuck, M, I’m addicted to you any way I can get you.” I turn off the water and dry us both off then lead her to her bed.

“I thought we were going to talk,” she murmurs as I lower her to her bed and cover her body with mine.

“Later.” I slide my hand over her breast and down her ribcage to her hip. “The thing you need to remember, sweetheart, is you’re mine. Only you.” I kiss her neck and collarbone. “This is the only body I fantasize about.” I leave open-mouthed kisses over her breasts, pull on her tight nipples, then leave a mark right over her heart, where no one but me can see it.

Suddenly, she pushes on my shoulders, reversing our positions and braces herself on my chest. “That’s good to hear,” she says breathlessly as she raises up on her knees and lowers herself onto my cock. “Because I feel the same way. It’s only you, M.” She guides my hands over her breasts and down to her hips where I grip her tightly and lead her into a steady rhythm, watching with fascination as she rides me. She runs one tiny hand of hers down her stomach to her clit while the other hand cups her breast, pinching her nipple as she rides me with abandon. Just when I think she can’t get any more beautiful she completely beguiles me, throws me for a loop and knocks me off balance.

She bites her lip and tips her head back as she increases her pace, her hips rolling over mine quickly now.

My fingers dig into her hips, pulling her down onto me harder with every thrust.

“Jesus Christ, M.” I groan. She opens her eyes and pins me with her gaze as she bears down, clenches around me harder than she ever has and comes hard, shivering and bucking against me.

“Oh God!”

“Holy fuck!” I cry and sit up straight, wrapping my arms around Mer’s waist and hold her close as I come with her. My cock explodes inside her as her pussy contracts around me, milking every last drop from me.

“I think you missed me,” she whispers and lays her head on my chest.

“I think you’re right.” I lie back and cuddle her against me. She was right, we do have to talk, but it’ll wait. For now, I just want to hold her close and breathe her in and not worry about her being jealous or the possibility of her leaving me.

“Sex with you is more exhausting than eight hours of dance with Jax,” she mumbles. I grin and kiss her hair softly. “And did I see you leave a love bite on my boob?”

“You did.”

“Aren’t we too old for that?”

“No one can see it but me.” I tilt her head back so I can look in those baby blues. “I enjoy marking you.”

“You are a caveman, you know that, right?”

“With you, yes I am. And I won’t apologize for it.”

“I wasn’t asking you to.” She wiggles closer to me and sighs contentedly. “Do we have time for a nap?”

“Sure, baby.”

“We’ll talk when we wake up?”

“It’s a date.” I kiss her forehead and smile when she moans softly and I feel her body melt against me, limp in sleep. Before long I feel my own body relaxing and my eyes drift shut as Mer’s rhythmic breathing pulls me into sleep with her.

***

“Shit, we’re going to be late!”

I jerk awake to find Mer jumping out of the bed.

“Wake up, Mark! We overslept. We have to be at your mom and dad’s in twenty minutes.”

“Damn,” I mutter and scrub my hands over my face. “Well, at least we already showered.”

“And got dirty again.” She laughs.

“Can I persuade you to take another shower with me?”

“No. Get dressed, horny man.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of us having loud, crazy sex in my head.”

She laughs and throws my shirt at me. “You’re insatiable.”

“With you, yes.” I tug on her waist, pulling her into my lap so I can kiss her neck. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Well you’ll have to wait,” she whispers and kisses my cheek. “Because we’re going to be late.”

She bounces out of my lap and finishes dressing. I don’t move, I just sit with my shirt in my hand and watch her pull on a long black skirt and black and white top, then step into black sandals. She brushes her hair out and leaves it loose around her face, then applies the smallest amount of makeup, but it makes her eyes even bluer and her lips shine.