Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I relished the feel of her tongue as it glided along mine, and the slight pull of her lips as it sucked on mine. I loved everything about the way she kissed me. She took her time, as though she were savoring a glass of fine wine. I lost myself in it with no reservations. We were both so connected it felt as though nothing could ever break it.
In the silky water, she shifted her body and settled between my legs, and as a result, my rock-hard, aroused cock was directly pressing against her sex. She rocked her hips sensually against the throbbing shaft.
I moved my hand to my cock, positioned it between her soft folds, and slid into her until I was sheathed so tightly inside of her, I couldn’t hold back a groan. Her breathing was harsh and ragged as she shut her eyes to savor the sensation. When she opened them back up to stare at me, I wondered what she was seeing. What she saw and thought as she looked at me.
Still staring at me she began to ride and take her pleasure from me.
Water splashed out of the tub and onto the floor. Knowing her, later she would fret about what Marie would think or how much extra work she was giving the staff, but right now, she didn’t even register it.
I could feel the tremors in her body and the composure slowly slipping out of her grasp. I adored her little moans and gasps especially when my lips found her earlobes and lightly nibbled on the soft flesh. The way she clung to and moved against me felt so deeply intimate.
Eventually, the pleasure became too intense, and I needed relief. I was filled with an urgency that was driving me crazy. I needed to hear her cry out my name and I needed to hear her ass slapping hard against my groin as I fucked her senseless.
Grabbing her around the waist, I got to my feet, the water dripping all around us, and positioned her against the wall with her hands high over her head and pressed against the tiles.
I thrust into her sweet heat and she cried out. The sensations storming my body were nothing short of incredible. I took a few moments to savor how tightly her walls gripped my cock and then I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her hair. I inhaled the scent of her shampoo. She arched her back and we were completely lost in the moment.
She was special in my mind, had always been and would always be.
“Dante, look at us in the mirror,” she gasped, as I brutally pummeled her little pussy.
I turned my head and couldn’t tear my gaze away from the image. We were perfect together. Her body fit like a hand in a glove to mine. I wanted to remember the way we looked forever.
I memorized the beautiful curvature of her back, the long length of her shapely legs, the flare of her hips, the curve of her neck, the bounce of her hair. I memorized it all. Every last detail.
My heart soared with every thrust into my beauty.
The erotic sounds of flesh slapping incessantly against flesh filled my ears and resounded in the room.
Then she was climaxing, her walls clenched tightly around my cock, and it spurred my own release. I came without holding back. I had found my safe harbor. I’d found home. I pumped her body with my seed until I had wrung out every last bit of pleasure. Until she collapsed against me. Gently, I lifted and put her on the little corner seat. I had never understood the need for it. Silently, I thanked my interior designer.
I kissed her gently and turned on the shower.
The water came cascading down on me. I turned my face up to it and shut my eyes.
“You’re something to watch,” she said dreamily from behind.
“I am?” I asked.
Her breasts, full, and perky were calling out to me once again to go over and suck hungrily on the pink peaks.
“Yeah,” she replied as she reached out to run a hand down my body.
Smiling, I turned to retrieve the bottle of shampoo, squirting a few drops on my head and began to lather up.
“Come over here,” I said.
“Nope. I just washed my hair,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be bald.”
I smiled at her. I was happy. If I could be this way with her for the rest of my life I wouldn’t ask for anything else.
“It’s weird,” she murmured. “But I feel so comfortable with you now. I never thought it could be like this with you, but the way you always speak your mind has brought my guard down. Being with you is like being instructed to add a cup of black coffee to your chocolate cake batter and thinking, Ugh … this is not going to end well, but then being very pleasantly surprised because that cup of bitter coffee actually makes your cake even more chocolatey and wonderful. Now, I finally understand what Papa saw in you. Why he told me to trust you.”