Chapter 3
"Wow."
"That was… Wow!" Dexter exclaimed when he finally rolled off of me.
"Yeah," I exclaimed catching my breath, my skin was flushed and hot as we were wrapped in the sheets.
"Mmm." He caught my lips softly again before getting up to pee and then returning as I did. I gave him a longing look full of heat for him before I peed in record time. There was one extra advantage to this bathroom; it had a walk in shower.
"Dex…" I called tentatively, rocking on my toes sweetly. "Yes?" He placed his hands over his eyes in an effort to be gentlemanly as he reached the curves of my waist "blindly."
"Would you shower with me?" I whispered, still viewing the last twelve hours as the greatest fantasy I would ever have.
"I'm sorry what?" He asked teasingly already pressing kisses down my neck as I moaned into him only just managing to tangle my legs around him.
"Shower… Now." I virtually growled as he carried us for a few steps straight into the hard tile wall. Touching and kissing at leisure before I slowly led him into the cubicle with promise in my eyes.
The water was cold for a minute after it was turned on.
"Jesus!" We exclaimed in synchronicity laughing and placing kisses on lips, cheeks scraping my nails slowly against his tanned and toned back. Grabbing a shower scrunchie and squirting some Berry Bliss onto it I began to wash myself. I notice he's watching me intently, hair dripping he can't take it anymore and pins me to the wall taking the pink ball of exfoliation and rubbing it slowly over my breasts in circular motions.
"Oh!" I gasp. "Oh GOD."
"Dex."
He's painfully slow taking care to wash my legs and feet before moving up again. He smiles as I manage to take him again before cleaning it and repeating the same actions on him. I delicately smooth the 2 in 1 over his hair as he did for me but, I take a detour and press lips to his most intimate place. I have never had sex in the shower before, but, I swear we will be repeating this.
"All done?" I ask an hour later as we dry and wrap towels around ourselves before dressing in our old clothes.
"Yes," He says with a satisfied smile before dis-guarding the physical evidence of our love-making in the trashcan. (Which I swear, I'll dump out straight away!)
"I… love you." I say warmly heart full at the prospect of dating him and everything else that encompasses it.
"I wanna take you out-," He says rather excitedly, his eyes lighting up with sheer joy.
"Where?" I say even though, I don't care one little bit where we go.
"Central Park."
"I want to hold your hand in Central Park."