Page 30 of Midnight Roots

Dillon

I slide off the table shakily, and Heston bends down to grab my underwear. He tucks it in his back pocket with a smile, and I grin sheepishly.

"How about that tour?" he asks, reaching for my hand.

"I don't know if I can walk," I say, only half joking.

"Do you need a moment?" he asks.

"Maybe another beer," I say with a smile.

He lets go of my hand and grabs a beer from the fridge, cracking it open for me and handing it to me. I take a deep sip, my legs still shaking.

"So this is the kitchen," he jokes, motioning around. I look around properly forthe first time. It's a rustic kitchen with a lot of antiques and solid-built cupboards. The cupboards are a deep oak, and the walls are painted blue.

He takes my hand and leads me into the hallway. "This is the hallway. It goes around in a U shape."

We walk down it as he explains. "This is the living room, dining room, and entertainment room. Then we go upstairs."

He puts his hand on the small of my back, the way I like him too.

He leads me upstairs and onto the landing. "This is the guest bathroom, and next to that is the guest bedroom." I peek in and smile. "Then over here is the main bedroom with an en-suite bathroom."

I walk in, and the first thing I notice is the flowers on the bed. I set my beer on thebedside table and scoop them up. "Are these for me?"

"Yeah, I picked them out of the garden," he comments.

"No one's ever done that for me," I say, looking at him with a wide smile. My bag is beside the bed, and I peek into the bathroom. "You know, that shower is nice and big."

"Is it? I hadn't noticed," he looks into the bathroom.

I smile and set the flowers down. "Maybe you can show me how it works?"

He grins and smiles. I walk toward the shower, kick off my shoes, and pull off my socks. Then I pull my dress over my head and drop it to the floor. He is watching me intently as though he is memorizing my every move. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra. I drop it to the floor as well. "Your turn," I say.

He smiles and unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. He undoes his jeans slowly and lets them fall, kicking his shoes off at the same time. He takes off his socks, and he's left standing in his tented boxers. I smile and walk up to the shower. "Are you going to show me?"

"Yes," he murmurs, pushing his boxers down to free his erection and following me. I climb into the shower, and he reaches in and turns the hot water on.

"How do you like it?"

"Very hot," I comment.

He steps into the shower with me and shuts the door. He leans down and kisses me passionately. I reach down and stroke his cock. He groans into my mouth, and then I break the kiss and start to kiss down his neck and his chest as the water cascades over us.

I sink to my knees in front of him and continue to stroke him. He strokes my hair gently before I envelop him in my mouth. I bob my head up and down as I suck on his dick. I can taste his precum on my tongue.

He groans and grips my hair, moving his hips with my motions. I suck on the head of his erection as I stroke his length. He moans out my name and pumps his hips into my hand and mouth. He moves faster, and I can tell he's close when he suddenly stops me.

"Up," he says, and I pull off him, standing up.

"Turn around," he orders me. I smile and turn around. It's sexy when he's bossy. "Bend over."

I bend over, propping myself up against the wall.

He bends as well and pushes into me without warning. I gasp out.

He reaches around me and massages my breasts, toying with my nipples as he starts to move his hips.