Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Alright, man. We’re gonna head out. Let us know if you need anything. We’ll have church tomorrow evening and discuss this problem. We’ll figure this out.” Silas said solemnly.
I nodded in thanks. “See y’all tomorrow.”
The sound of their engines followed me into my house as I closed the door quietly.
After a quick search of the living room and kitchen, I was all the way to the hallway before I realized I heard the shower running. That meant that Adeline was naked, and slippery, and wet. There was just one single flimsy door between us.
Forgetting all about the bag of her clothes in my hand, I all but ran into my bathroom and slammed the door closed.
I was yanking at my clothes the next moment all the while trying to convince myself that bombarding her in the shower, after she nearly died in an explosion, probably wouldn’t work out so great for me.
Instead, I stepped into a shower that was just this side of too hot, and scrubbed myself vigorously with my washrag, scraping hard to get the ingrained smoke smell out of my skin.
Scrubbing my skin after a fire was nothing new to me, but having someone in the shower just a few dozen feet away, was. Running those silky hands all over her body led me to scrubbing harder than normal to get my mind out of the other shower and into my own.
I felt it when the water pressure changed signaling the end of Adeline’s shower, and I sent a thankful prayer up to the heavens that I didn’t have to think about the water droplets running down her chest, curving around her nipples, down to her navel, and disappearing between her legs.
Somehow, I found myself stroking my dick without conscious thought, and only became aware of it when there was a soft, hesitant knock on my door.
So soft that I wasn’t sure I actually heard it.
Moving the curtain to the side, I kept my hand on my dick, moving it slowly and kept my eyes on the door while listening intently.
The knock came again.
“Need somethin’?” I called out.
I hadn’t expected her to open the door. Hadn’t expected her to walk right in. In a towel no less.
Even so, she did, and caught a load of my hand stroking my raging erection.
I didn’t know who was more surprised, her or me, but I kept slowly stroking, and she kept staring.
“I...I needed some clothes.” She stuttered.
I let my dick go and pointed to the bag I’d brought into the bathroom with me.
She reluctantly pulled her eyes away from my cock, and looked over to find the bag that was sitting on the ground beside the hamper behind the door.
Which meant she had to come in further, close the door, and bend over.
Which she did.
Forgetting that she was wearing a towel the size of a dishrag, meant when she bent down to retrieve the bag, I got a good look at her pretty pussy.
Pretty, bare pussy.
And I was lost.
Fuck it. I never claimed to be a good man anyway.
In a bound and a leap, I was out of the shower pressing Adeline up against the wall with my big, wet body.
She squealed in surprise, but didn’t fight one bit when I plastered her body up against the wall with my own, and plucked at her now exposed nipples.
“Kettle,” she breathed. “We shouldn’t be doing this right here. I want to see you the first time.”
Not, we shouldn’t be doing this at all, but we shouldn’t be doing this here.
“How about the bed?” I rasped, rubbing my stubbled jaw down her shoulder and back up again.
Then I worked my cock over the crack of her ass, rubbing gently as my fingers started to roam.
“That’s perfect,” she growled. “Just do it now. I’m dying.”
Wasting no time, I gathered her up, carrying her with her back against my chest, out of the bathroom and onto my bedroom.
Unceremoniously, I tossed her onto the bed and watched her bounce twice before I followed her.
The position she happened to be in was on her back, which worked out since she wanted to see. But I would’ve started on the back first if that was how she landed.
“Jesus, you’ve got the greatest nipples I’ve ever seen.” I groaned, before I pulled one turgid nub into my mouth and sucked. Hard.
Her body arched off the bed, leaning forward as if to feed me more, or to follow my mouth as I leaned back some, allowing the nipple to slip free of my mouth with a soft, wet pop.
She cried out at the loss of sensation, but I wasn’t done.
I quickly seized the other, sucking voraciously until she was moaning for more.
After a few more languid sucks, I released her nipple with another pop, and looked at my handy work.
Her nipples, already darker in color than most I’d seen, were now flushed a darker shade due to the blood rushing to the surface, and the tips that had been pebbled before were now hard enough to be painful.
“Jesus, you are so fucking hot. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” I groaned as I descended her body, letting my tongue out to play at her belly button, and then moved down further to her bare pussy, with not a single hair in sight.
“I think I might be jealous of whoever does this for you,” I observed, as I ran my tongue languidly down the crease of her outer lips.
“Me,” she breathed out shakily. “It’s me who does it.”
“So how do you reach all the way back here?” I asked reaching my tongue back as far as I could, just barely brushing past her perineum and into the forbidden area.
She didn’t flinch from the intrusion, only shivered. “Mirror.”
Her entrance was wet, and when I finally parted her outer lips to my hungry eyes, I couldn’t resist sinking my stiffened tongue into her weeping entrance.
The flavor that met my tongue wasn’t like anything I’d ever tasted before.
Sure, I’d given plenty of attention to women’s pussies over time, but none of them had tasted sweet like this. So creamy. Like honey on my tongue.