Dawn Robertson - Finding Willow

Once we arrive at Seven’s penthouse, there is only one thing I want. A fucking shower. I toss my bag on the leather couch and pull out my long white robe, leaving the bag open. Seven will probably bug out over the mess, but I plan on heading out in the morning anyway.

I enter her bedroom and open the door to her gorgeous en-suite. I have always loved this bathroom. Despite her repeatedly yelling at me to use the guest bathroom, I just crave the huge shower.

The large glass door is cracked open, and I turn the shower on. Moments later, steam starts pouring from behind the doors, as the glass begins to fog slowly. I pull at my clothes, stripping before I step inside and let the hot water run along my body. It feels so good.

I take my time and wash off the past forty-eight hours. I curb my repeated craving for some kind of drug or alcohol. It sucks trying to push the desire out of my mind. I take a deep breath and try to refocus my thoughts on something else.

I scrub off Blue’s touch. The lies. The betrayal. If I could scrub years of my life off, I would. I want a fresh start. A new start. I want to get on with my life.

“Star?” Seven’s voice startles me. I didn’t expect her home this early.

“Seven? You’re home,” I say from behind the glass. I want to apologize for using her shower, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I love this shower too fucking much.

“Yeah, I need to get in there. It has been quite the day.”

I can hear her undressing on the other side of the glass. I shouldn’t be excited by this, but I am. We fought. I’m trying to move on. I’m trying to put the life I have been living behind me, but the only thing I want to do right now is lose myself inside her delicious cunt. It is like heaven on fucking earth.

“Are you okay in there, Star?”

I’m more than fine, but I am nowhere near ready to get out of the shower. Company or not, the water feels way too fucking good. And I silently hope she joins me. In a bold move, I decide to bait her. It’s now or never, because tomorrow, I hit the road, not knowing if or when I will be coming back.

“I’m fine, Seven. Are you coming in or not?”

A minute or two passes; it seems like a fucking eternity, but finally, the door opens, and a naked Seven steps in. She’s breathtaking as always. I can’t help myself. As I lather the soap all over my body for the third time since I entered the sprawling shower, my hands have a mind of their own. One lands on my luscious breast, and the other slowly snakes down my body, falling between my legs.

I lazily spread my pussy lips apart, and circle my fingertip along my swollen bud. It feels divine, and I can’t remember the last time I actually touched myself without a camera rolling. I drag my gaze up to meet Seven’s emerald eyes, and she continues to focus on my wandering hands.

“Like what you see, Seven?”

I’m bold. I want her. No, not want, need . I need her. I need this final piece of acceptance before I move on.

“It has been so long, Seven.”

I step toward her, running my hands over my breasts, never breaking eye contact. It has been so long, and my body aches for her. Evan would never fucking share me with Seven. All those years Seven and I spent sharing each other with whatever partners walked into our lives, or through the doors of Sinners and Swingers.

My body aches for her touch.

“It has,” she finally replies, moving a stray piece of hair away from my face, before caressing my cheek.

I take another step in her direction, taking in her body. Her pierced nipples stand at attention for me. I’m dying to take them in my mouth and suck on them until she screams my name.

Goosebumps slowly start to spread across her skin, and I know she wants this as much as I do. Her breathing becomes more and more shallow the closer I get to her.

“I’ve missed you, Seven.”

I take one last step, and our bodies press together. Her breasts press against mine, and I can feel the metal of her piercings graze my own nipples, bringing them to life. I lick up her neck, and stop to whisper in her ear. I want you.” It is the God’s honest truth. I want her more than I have ever desired her before. In the twelve years we’ve hooked up, nothing rivals this moment.

“Star,” she tries to protest. I can see an internal battle of sorts waging. Her eyes are dark, clouded with emotion as she pauses to form her words. I don’t want her to push me away, but I don’t want her to regret this, either.

I don’t want to leave her to her thoughts any longer. I move in and kiss her. I lick and suck her mouth, all while pressing my slick, soapy body against hers. Our nipples graze each other’s and I feel my clit throbbing with need. I want nothing more than to have her mouth lapping up my dripping pussy juices.

Seven pulls away, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

“Star, share. You have to share. I can’t be just yours anymore.”

That doesn’t stop me. It isn’t anything we haven’t done before, and if sharing Seven with her new boyfriend, Levi, is what I have to do to have her before I leave, it is exactly what I will do. I don’t stop.

I continue running my lips down Seven’s collarbone, heading right for her gorgeous breasts. Her hands run through my wet, silky hair as I take one of her pierced nipples in my mouth. A moan slips past her lips, and I tug on her barbells with my teeth while my free hand snakes between her legs. I insert one finger at a time into Seven’s bare and completely soaked cunt. Everything about her pussy is downright fucking heavenly.

My lips continue down her body, cherishing every inch with divine licks and kisses, only stopping when I make my way to her glistening pussy. Wet and ready. All for me. Her back is firmly pressed against the wall as the warm water continues cascading around us. My fingers part the lips, and my tongue goes to work, licking and teasing her beautifully swollen clit. With the first swipe of my tongue, her moans echo through the bathroom. My mouth continues to tease and nibble on her nub, before I slide my tongue slowly into her wet cunt.

“Oh God! That feels so fucking good.” Her words cheer me on, as I continue licking her pussy. I love it when she talks dirty to me.

“What the fuck?” I hear a deep voice bellow from outside the glass doors, just as the door swings open. Levi stands there, clearly seeing red. Until his eyes land on me. Was he expecting someone else? Another guy?

Seven jumps ten feet in the fucking air and I pull away, pussy juices dripping down my face. We both stand there, looking at Levi, waiting to see what’s going to happen next.

“I told you, Star. You have to share.”

Seven nods at Levi, who is standing there with his mouth hanging open. I’m sure he didn’t expect to come home and find his girlfriend with her best friend between her legs.

“I’m sorry, Levi. But if you want to join us, you’re welcome. We were kind of…” Seven pauses for a moment before she continues to speak.

“Making up.”

I guess making up really is an accurate way to describe whatever this is. In the back of my mind, though, this is a goodbye. I just don’t want to tell Seven yet.

Levi starts pulling at his clothes, like he can’t get them off fast enough. I want to laugh at how anxious he is to join us. But Seven stops him once again.

“One rule.” She pauses for a long minute, and I can tell she’s nervous. I haven’t seen that look on her face since the first time we fucked.

“You must wear a condom if you fuck her. You can bareback me all you want. Her, no dice.”

She takes charge, just like she always does. To be honest, I don’t want to fuck Levi at all. Whatever it is that they have going on is far more than one of Seven’s one night stands. That’s obvious by her choice not to use condoms with him. Certainly a first for her. I don’t want to get in the middle of what they have; it’s not my place. I just want her.