“Well, it’s your house so what do you want to do, Ari? By the way, this tile in here is amazing.”
Porter came around the corner, holding one of my fluffy bath sheets. The morning sunlight was doing something amazing to his skin. His chest was smooth, defined, and nearly hairless. The tufts of hair above his manhood were softly light brown and curly. I strangely wanted to twirl my fingers between its softness. I looked down at his masterpiece. God curved it in that “I’m a human G-spot finder” kind of way. I made a mental note to thank God for it in my daily prayers. I glanced up at Porter, whose lips turned up in a devilish grin.
“What do you want to do? I mean, regarding the bathroom,” he said, wrapping the towel around his waist.
I laughed and shook my head, pulling the sheets up to my neck. “Well, I want a very massive shower. Big enough to fit two or three people comfortably.”
Porter raised an eyebrow. “Three people? Ari, what type of freaky stuff are you into? I mean first the sex drawer and now an orgy shower?”
I playfully threw a pillow at him as he laid across my bed on his stomach. “No… I mean well… Yeah, I must admit. I’ve always wanted a shower big enough for me and my future…” I paused. Partner? Lover? HomieLoverFriend? “Resell,” I continued. “But Mr. George thinks if I want to get more bang for my buck in the future, I should probably install a fancy claw-foot tub or some sort of jet tub contraption. I’m not here for it. I’m also not looking to sell anytime soon. I’m already tired of the vultures calling me every week.”
Porter propped his elbows up and his hands on his chin. “Well. What about a compromise? You know, the homes I’ve seen now have the large tub inside the shower. So then, you don’t have water everywhere from your bath. The drainage system is already there. Maybe you can also add some nice rain showerheads as well. And then, you have choices. See, a compromise.”
“Wow. I hadn’t even thought about that. Funny, with as many home improvement shows as I watch, I didn’t think of that idea at all. I’ll have to run that by Mr. George.”
“See, what would you do without me? Partner-in-design,” Porter said, smiling widely. He gently stroked my exposed leg, peeking out from under the sheets. He slid one finger up and down my shin, and then past my thigh. I felt a shiver each time his touch reached the bend of my knee.
“I don’t know. I’ve been asking myself that a lot lately,” I mumbled.
I felt the warmth of his hand move past my knee, under the sheets, and toward my inner thigh. Porter was now on his knees, his hands inching closer toward the growing primal aching that he was causing. He slipped a finger inside me, and I let out a moan. Fuck, I was already wet. It was as if my body instinctively responded to his touch. After last night, he had already claimed his spot forever. I knew it and apparently, so did my pussy.
“Could you do this without me?” he asked in a husky, low voice.
I moaned and arched my back a bit. “Yes, but it wouldn’t be as fun,” I replied, my voice laced and dripping with anticipation. He was such a tease, but I loved it.
I looked over at the clock. Shit. It was almost a quarter past eight. We had to be in the office by nine for morning briefings with the partners.
“Do you want to be late for work?” Porter asked, his voice heavy and thick with lust. “I know your boss. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. But only if you had a valid reason.”
“Would you like me to give you a valid reason?”
Porter increased the movement of his fingers, the wetness between my thighs ramping up. “Hmm… I’m sure I can think of something. I can say you had engine trouble, and I came to give you a jump.”
I snapped my head at Porter. He’d pressed a thumb against my clit at the same time, bringing me to the edge of having yet another orgasm. God, he was good. “You’ve got five minutes,” I said breathlessly. “And my car takes time to warm up.”
Porter grinned. “Just your car, huh?”
Porter slowly unwrapped the towel from around his waist. He licked his bottom lip, plump and peachy. I looked down at his Adonis belt and the hardness of his obliques. My eyes slowly began making my way down every inch of him, finally landing on his G-spot loving dick. He returned his hand to the spot where he was stroking me to near ecstasy.
“Okay. Make that ten minutes.”
Porter crawled closer. “I need more than ten minutes. You know that Ari.”
My breath hitched as he continued to stroke me. His touch scrambled my mind and thoughts like old-school television. “Porter, seriously, we need to talk…”