After a very long evening of passionate love-making and being tied down, the weekend brought itself around once again. On this sunny Saturday morning, I found myself laying on my future husband's exposed six pack. His dark brown curls covering his face as the sounds of slumber and droplets of drool fell from his mouth.

He's one disgusting sleeper but a wonderful sight for sore eyes nonetheless. My eyes couldn't be taken off the lovely view beside me.

Sitting up, I realized the boney hands caressed my hip while thinking about a good warm shower before this dance class Carmon sighed Rena, Jess, and I for. Though his hands were boney, his fingertips felt as if they needed to be on my skin. They were gentle against my imperfect skin and he loved every inch.

Anyway, this dance thing reminded me of when Papa would sign Carmon and I for ballet as kids. It's probably what helped mold me into the individual I am today. Carmon was made to quit going after two days when we lived with our aunt. After freshman year of high school, I was forced to leave the academy and respect my aunt's wishes.

It took money out of her pocket but she kept me a while after Mom and Papa passed away because the ballet instructor said Papa required me to stay in it. Unfortunately, that instructor retired and a new one came in not knowing the requirement and told me to work it out with my aunt. You already know who won.

So, this little dance session we were going to couldn't have been the classic ballet I'm used to. Hell, knowing Carmon, it'd practically be sex on the dancefloor where everyone rubs privates so much the clothes and underwear burn off. There's only one person I'd want to do that with.

My hand moved over his side just to slide it over and make my way to the bathroom, not thinking about my nakedness. A pain to my leg and a pop to my back had me groan in affliction. All of the stress and worry went into the motion of our bodies last night.

Who knew my body had the energy to go for more than two rounds? Bryce played with my body for four straight hours when I was used to a one-minute man in Brian. Let's be honest, we all feel bad for Gina because she's marrying the opposite of what she deserves.

Then again...they both deserve each other. A quick release and loose end. Couldn't get much better than that.

Passing the mirror, I get a quick glance at myself and come back to it to get a better look. Compared to years ago, when we were back in the apartment, I think I look so much better. Gained a little more weight, hair grew longer, and my skin is clear. They say that semen helps the skin.

Sex isn't the main thing that's kept us together or the reason why we became partners but his knowledge in eroticism surely keeps me around. Sometimes, I wonder what his past partners are thinking right now. They have to miss the way he twirls his tongue around their necks, the way his nails dig into their skin as his teeth bite onto their bottom lip, the way his eyes focus theirs as he lays on top of them-

Has this just happened with me? Maybe he hasn't done this with anyone else. Nope, he's had experience if he's having sex with me the way he does.

Entering the shower, the cool water hits hard on my exposed skin while the shower door closes. Waiting for the water to get warm, I hold my hands out as memories of last night's events flash through my mind. Sucking the skin on my neck, his fingertips circling around my nipples and watching them respond to his tough while growing hard, licking-

"Missing something?"

A refreshed smile on Bryce's face take me out of my nasty thoughts as he peeked into the shower. My fingers ran through my now wet hair with my heartbeat rising as Bryce stepped into the warm shower.

This gave me time to study what was standing in front of me and that didn't steady my heartbeat at all. The water bounced off the humps of his rippling muscles and slid down each tight pack on his chest.

Bryce had a consistent schedule of going to work out at the gym every other day in the early hours of the day. Though he could work out every day, he left more time to do...uh...other things before going to work later.

Those workouts worked out in the end and shown excellent results all over his body. Those droplets continued down towards his long baby maker. Surprisingly, he hasn't made a baby with me yet.

Bryce was one of those men that believed hair made the man and refused to cut or shave unless it was in or on his face. So, no beards, mustaches, and let a nose hair peek through his nostrils. He'll cut it right then and there. He didn't care in any other areas and this included around his penis but there wasn't much around it.

Speaking of which, his penis wasn't thick like many others. He may have muscle but he wasn't lacking in the lower region. His was long, skinny, and could poke my heart if he wanted it to. It satisfied me in every way.

A quick naughty smile shaped over my face not even thinking about how he interrupted my solo shower. In fact, it pleased me to see his naked body in the shower with me.

My tongue brushed over my bottom lip thinking of the way his flat tongue caressed my dripping center, sending shivers down my spine and arching my back last night. Goosebumps appeared on my skin in the warm shower and my nipples hard as bricks.

"Tiff, come back to reality. I know we had a good time but we got things to do today." Bryce's springing voice took me out of my thoughts and I had to shake myself out of the loving memories.

"Why'd you come in here with me? You should be in the bed still," I commented while grabbing my shower gel and cloth to wash my body.

"Well...once your left hip wasn't in my grasp, I got worried. I thought you'd need some help washing your back."

Yeah right, you nasty asshole. Oh, he's so dreamy with that after-sex voice.

With every word that came from those lips, he stepped closer to me and his warm hands shocked me as they lightly touched my hip. The smooth touch of his fingertips wrapped around my behind with a quick squeeze to my left cheek. It made me bite down on my bottom lip.

His eyes moved to my lips with a quick smirk and the feeling of his wide lips soon moved to my neck, despite all of the water coming onto it from my hair. My hands widened across his back and my nails dug into it, making him aware of my excitement below.

Though I was still sore, every inch was calling my name. Begging for me to take it again. A rough pull of my hair and a push into the shower made it feel warmer than before. The temperature grew with each delicate to his shoulder, suck on my neck, graze to my pained core, and scratch against his back.

My muscles tensed in so much anticipation as our bodies connected in multiple ways. A quick love session in the shower like the time we made love by a beautiful waterfall a year ago. We went to Havasupai Falls over that summer with his family. While sharing our love by the turquoise waterfall, we heard everyone else calling out for us to continue the hiking trip. It was easy to tune out their calls after so long because Bryce had me pinned up against the rough rock and gave me the business.

Carmon never told me how addictive sex could be. Maybe it's because what we do isn't just sex. It's intimacy. An act of love. Mutual affection that God has blessed us with and this attachment is just irresistible. No matter what sensual act we do, there's always some kind of intimacy or love in it. Even when he ties me up with my thong.

Our lips were trying to connect but my phone blasted a Carrie Underwood ringtone from the other room and took us out of our ecstasy. Had to be Carmon calling to see if I was still coming to this groping dance class.

As much as I didn't want to, this was all for Jess. Carmon wanted to take Jess out to do something and encouraged the rest of us to come along. Plus, Jess needs all the support she can get right now.

There used to be days when I'd just set the match to see her light up in a huge flame. Now, we stay on the phone for hours talking shit about the people at our jobs or anything else that's on our minds. From time to time, we get in our feelings but she's pretty entertaining to sit and talk with over a cup of coffee.

And I didn't even have a gun to the head or a knife in my back. We're actually closer than ever and good friends. I know, terrible coming from me, right?

Thinking about my friendship with Jess, I almost slipped out of the shower until Bryce caught me and helped me up while chuckling "Be careful getting out, babe. Things get slippery in the shower."

Yeah, and they get slippery in the kitchen too if you play your cards right.

Walking into the room, I answered the phone and Carmon already asked if I was still going. Just as I thought. After confirming with her, she asked me what I was up to and that red 'end call' button caught my attention. Pressing it, I threw my phone back on the bed and walked back into the shower. Gotta love having a nosey sister.

Opening the shower doors slowly, my eyes are met with a very eager Bryce rubbing one out. Hopefully, he was thinking of that moment in Carmon's pool. Surprisingly, that was his favorite time we've been intimate. Maybe it was because we were sneaking around and she hasn't asked about where we were that evening yet.

"Need a little help there?" I stepped in while biting my bottom lip and thinking of all the things he could do to my body in here despite the little soreness I already had. Pleasure masks it all. However, stupidity doesn't run through my DNA.

"Be careful this time. My body is still sore from last night and, as you said, the shower can get slippery."

His long fingers ran through my hair once more before saying "Those same words will get you in trouble just like last night. Don't play with me or you won't be going anywhere."

Please punish me, baby. Keep me home.

Our lips slamming into each other as soap on his body slid onto mine. Tongues and lips moving in sync with each other while playing with each other. A clean, fresh fragrance captured my senses as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and his index finger grazing over my center, making me shiver in this warm shower.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he teased me with his touch. Becoming not so gentle, panting fell from my lips as his pace grew faster. He held my slim body close to his while giving me the business with just his finger alone. Our eyes connecting with each other's souls as small moans flow through my lips.

The intense look in those seafoam green eyes moved to my neck again and he attacked it with his mouth. Sucking on my neck as his cock brushed against my lips below. My eyelids closed, wishing for him to just put it inside already.

Picking up my soaked leg, he wrapped it around his left hip and slowly put the tip inside and a loud groan left from my lips. It pained me a little but I still wanted this.

"Am I hurting you, babe?" Bryce asked, making me open my eyes.

My face tells it all with him. With everyone else, I'm good at hiding things especially my facial expressions. Let me say I'm fine and Bryce can detect that I'm pissed off so easily. Why lie to him about the pain he's bestowed upon me last night?

"Little bit but I still want it. I want to feel you inside me again." I can take it.

Slowly pushing himself inside me, one hand gripped my thigh as the other one lifted my chin just so my eyes could connect with his.

"You take pain well, babe. You know how much I love that." Bryce complimented before biting my lip and slowly thrusting in and out of me. Grunts of pleasure leaving my lips as he focused on my body so closely.

After a while, I gained a tolerance to the soreness and it went away. It left my mind anyhow. The feel of his smooth skin against my walls drove me insane. My arms wrapped around his body just to squeeze him to prevent myself from being too loud.

Soon, his large hands took me by the wrists and placed them on the ombre glass shower doors. From clear to a transparent white color below, those doors covered the real party going on below. My breasts just gave everyone a sneak peek as they bounced against the glass.

Bryce pulled my hair back just for my face to display how much I loved him taking me to pound town. The doors grew foggy as he distracted me with a long kiss and wrapped his arms around my small body. Water still hitting our bodies, washing all the soap off us as my behind bounced against his groin.

My grunts turned into shrieks as my gut tightened in intense pleasure just waiting for me to climax. Bryce's member pulsating inside me, feeling the same.

"I'm staying inside." He warned me but I didn't even think about the fact that he had no condom on. Or the fact that I was off birth control.

I just agreed with "Release inside me, baby. I love you so much."

The pills ran out weeks ago. Plus, Bryce always pulled out so it wasn't a problem them. My period was fine without them so I didn't think it would be that serious. In that moment, I was so focused on releasing on that long member of his that I'd say anything to feel hot.

After my screams of desire and his groans and thrusts grew louder, we climaxed together in the shower. His arms came tighter around my body like a warm coat in the winter, which had me feeling even more turned on.

Through our many pants and sighs, he somehow whispered "Thank God you're on that birth control, babe."

Kissing my ear, my eyes widened at his words and the reminder to get more birth control suddenly sprang into my head. But it may have been a little too late.

Yeah...thank God for birth control pills, right?