Page 110 of Emerson

I’m so strung up, I could actually cry. He chuckles darkly, kissing my shoulder when he stands back up to rinse the soap from his hands before grabbing the shampoo bottle.

I moan through him washing my hair, fingers massaging the suds on my scalp.

It's an entire religious experience, honestly.

So, I give him the same treatment.

“You’ve gotten bigger,” I murmur, watching my hands as they glide over his arms and down his stomach. The combination of his smooth skin and the hair on his chest does wild, wild things to my insides.

“Do you like it?”

I roll my eyes, face flushed from how fucking horny I am.

“My dick is going to explode, Dillon. Don’t talk to me right now.”

“You talked first.”

“Shut up,” I sigh, kissing across his chest until my mouth finds the silver bar in his nipple. He grunts when I tug at it, and my stomach burns from the sound.

“Are we just going to waterboard each other in here and see who comes or cries first, or can we touch dicks now, ‘cause I may actually cry.”

“Always such a poor, needy baby.” Before I can respond, he pulls me against him so he can bend around me to turn the water off.

I rub myself against his wet skin, mouth parting on a gasp. He kisses my temple, groaning before he lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

I’ll never get tired of that, either.

As much as I’d like for him to walk my ass into the bedroom, then lay me out and fuck me until I forget my name, his name, and God’s name…he doesn’t. He sits me on the counter, stands between my legs, and dries my hair. Taking his sweet time. He brushes the soft towel over my face, down my neck.

I lean back on the counter and pant when he drags it down my front.

“You’re so pretty, Emery.”

“Pretty fucking horny, big guy. Please.”

His lips twitch, and he bites his lip while watching his hand to make sure that he thoroughly dries all the skin around my aching cock.

“Dillon…”

“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs. I bite back my desperate moan when he dries my legs. Then he pulls out a brush from the drawer and does his best at brushing out my hair with me sitting in front of him. He chuckles when I snatch it from his hand, leaning with his hands on either side of me so I can brush his hair back.

His blue eyes shine, and I can’t help pressing a kiss to his nose.

“Please tell me there are no more care tasks right now because I love you, but I’m going to combust right here on this fucking counter if I don’t… What?”

His eyelids have drooped, and his eyes have gone full feral in two seconds.

“What did you just say?”

I frown, replaying the words I just said in my mind. I close my eyes when I realize, but they fly right back open when he wraps a big hand around my cock and strokes.

“What did you say, Emerson?”

“I said I was going to combust…”

He twists his fist at the crown, and I make a helpless sound.

“Don’t play with me, baby. What did you say?”