Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Please, Leo.” The water is still pelting on my back. Some of the splatters are skating a path down her skin.
I give her what she needs. My tongue teases the entire way to her clit, her bare pussy only heightening both of our senses. I lick her once, then twice. After that, there’s no stopping, no teasing. My mouth suctions around her clit while my two fingers glide in carefully, not wanting to hurt her.
Tinsley’s hands fist my hair, pressing me where she wants me. When her cunt relaxes, my fingers glide inside, thrusting in and out, scraping the walls of her pussy while I keep my lips wrapped around her clit.
“Oh God, Leo,” she screams as her body starts to quake. I’m relentless. I want to stay right where I am, giving her all the pleasure I can. I promised my woman she’d be boneless and tired by the time I was through with her, and so far, we’re only one orgasm in.
She comes down slowly, her legs like jelly while doing so. I get to my feet, not wanting her to crumble down onto the shower floor.
“You okay, baby?” I ask once I’m standing before her, watching her eyes, seeing the lingering effects of her orgasm.
“That was indescribable, and as soon as we’re out of this shower, it’s going to be my turn,” she murmurs. Her hair is down, the water leaving it a curly mess, making my cock throb with her promise, but knowing if she’s too tired, it wouldn’t kill me either. That was for her. Fuck. Who am I kidding? That was for me too.
“There’s no shampoo or conditioner in here,” I tell her as I grab the soap and washcloth to do what I promised when I suggested sharing a shower.
“That’s okay. I’m just going to throw it up again once it dries.” Her head tips down as I start at her back, massaging her while washing her body. This is something I refuse to rush. Tinsley is my undoing, and I know for a fact what my dad found in my mom, what Drake found in Giana, Tinsley is that for me. I wash every square inch of her, then run my hands down her body to get the soap off her skin. She’s no fool. Tinsley knows what I’m doing along the way. She purrs and whimpers when my hands find her pussy again, teasing her for what I know will be the beginning of a sleepless night with her there beside me. That luscious ass of hers in my hands or backed into my hard cock.
“My turn.” She spins around, grabs another washcloth, squeezes the soap onto it, and I know I’m in for an infinite amount of torture. Tinsley starts at my chest, dropping the washcloth and instead using her hands after she adds more soap to them. This time, she’s the one massaging my tired muscles, something I will never admit to her. It’s not only my job to protect her but a deep-seated need to do so. Her hands find my cock, and that’s when I back her up until we’re both under the water. I swore I wouldn’t sink my dick inside her until she was a writhing pile of need on my black sheets, and I’ll keep that promise, but there is no way I’ll last if her hands continue the path they’re on.
“That’s not fair. It’s my turn, Leo. I want to make you feel as good as you made me,” she pouts.
“This relationship isn’t about turns, Tinsley. It’s about you and me, not tit for tat. I’m going to give you so much, you won’t know where I end and you begin, but if you worked my cock another few minutes, I’d be coming, and I’d like to come with you this time.”
“Oh, well, when you put it that way,” she breathes. Tinsley comes up on her toes, and I know what she’s after. I give her the kiss she seeks. I’ve noticed that once my mouth is on hers, she comes undone. My hands grip her hips, lifting her up until she wraps her legs around my waist, my cock right at her center. One thrust, and I’d be seated inside her. Instead, I let the underside of my cock glide against her clit. “I can’t wait to feel you, Leo,” she whimpers as her back meets the tiled shower wall again. I thank fuck we’re in a hotel. If not, the water would have long since turned cold, and that would suck for the both of us.
“Me either, baby. But for right now, this is just as good.” My lips land on hers, our tongues colliding, our hips moving in sync together, and her wetness coating my cock.
“I’m going to come again.” Tinsley rips her lips away, giving me a reason to suck on her collarbone like stars call to the sky. It’s a deep seated need to mark her.