AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I follow his orders because I love everything he does to me and I want him to command me—if only when we're having sex. He doesn't want to order me around the rest of the time, which is one of the reasons I love him.
So I bow my head and watch.
Hugh pinches my nipple, making me gasp. Then he slides his palm down my belly to slip two fingers between my folds. He begins to rub my clit and stroke my outer folds while maintaining the pace of the powerful strokes of his cock. I whimper and moan and gasp, my fingers crooking and my nails scraping on the tile wall.
"Oh God, Hugh, yes!"
"Ready to come, aren't you?" he says, his voice rough and strained.
"Please, yes, make me come."
He plunges his cock inside me and massages my nub harder.
The orgasm explodes through me while my muscles clench his length over and over, and he keeps pounding into me, eliciting a wet sucking sound. I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out so many times that my throat hurts and I can't breathe anymore.
Hugh pulls out and just stands there with his erection nestled between my folds. "Open your eyes and watch me come."
I peel my lids apart and look down. The tip of his cock just barely peeks out.
He plants his palms on the wall and starts pumping. His grunts and groans echo in the bathroom as his pace accelerates until, finally, he lets out a guttural shout. Milky liquid jets out of his cock. He pumps again, twice, then he slumps against me. His chin touches my shoulder. "Did I live up to your expectations?"
"Definitely."
"Glad to hear it." He steps back and slaps my bottom. "Now that we've gotten dirty, it's time to clean up."
After our official shower, the one that involves getting clean, we go back into the bedroom. But someone knocks on the door.
Hugh pulls on a robe and suggests I hide under the covers while he marches over to the door and opens it a few inches. "Mum? What is it?"
"Will you and your guests be staying the night?"
"Not sure." He glances back at me. "Do you want to spend the night and leave early in the morning? Or would you rather we drive home now?"
"Probably best if we leave now. Don't want you to be late for work when you're in the middle of trying to convince everyone you're a trustworthy businessman."
"Right." He turns back to the door. "We'll be leaving soon. Please let Derek know."
"Of course. I'll wait for you in the foyer, so we can say goodbye."
He shuts the door.
We both get dressed and head down to the foyer, where Rosalyn and Derek are waiting for us. Kendall is there too, standing near the door—to open it for us, no doubt. He seems like a relatively young man, but he has all the composure and competence of a seasoned butler.
Rosalyn kisses both my cheeks and gives me a quick hug.
Hugh's brows lift. Then his mother pulls him in for a firm hug, and his eyes go wide as if he's shocked. She'd hugged him when we arrived, and he seemed surprised then, but this is a more boisterous embrace. She kisses his cheek and says, "Have a safe drive back to London. I hope you'll come home more often now, my darling boy."
Next, she hugs and kisses Derek.
Once the three of us get into the car—with Hugh driving, naturally—I want to ask him why he seemed shocked when his mother hugged him. But I don't get the chance.
My brother clears his throat. "Guess your mom doesn't hug you much, huh, Hugh? You got that deer-in-the-headlights look when she grabbed you."
"We Parrishes aren't known for hugging. When my father died, none of us even cried—in public. Can't say if Mum did that in private."
"Did you cry?" I ask.
"Not in front of anyone." He grimaces slightly. "But in private, yes. Not often, though."
