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 hooked my hands into the band of her shorts and pulled them down. She let them fall and I leaned forward to pepper kisses on her white swimsuit. She was my goddess. I would want her forever.
I stood and brushed the soft tendrils around her forehead away from her face and lightly stroked her cheek. Taking her hand, I lead her to the bathroom.
I found a massage oil in the cupboard, poured it into the palm of my hand and warmed it by rubbing my hands together. I turned her to face the mirror and instantly our eyes met. Hers were trusting. I’d never seen them so until today. I placed my hands on her neck and began to softly massage it. She closed her eyes and moaned a little.
“Guide me?” I instructed.
She nodded and her hand came on top of mine and led me.
“Down here …” she said. “It feels like something twisted or knotted.”
Gently, rhythmically, I smoothed it out. Then I retrieved a towel from the cabinet, folded it, and put it around her neck.
“Bend your head to the right … no jerking,” I told her.
She did it slowly and intentionally. I made her repeat it to the opposite side and by the end of it, her eyes came open. She met my gaze and nodded.
“I think it feels better.”
“It’ll get worse before it gets better,” I said.
She smiled. “You're so pessimistic.”
“Not pessimistic,” I replied. “Just experienced.”
I turned around and headed into the shower. I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and stood under the spray. The water flowed down my body. I turned when I heard the glass door open and pulled her to me. I held her neck as delicately as I could and slanted my head to kiss her.
Her body sagged with relief and pleasure. Her taste was incomparable. I felt sweetness and peace fill me. It felt like I was home. I grabbed her ass, soft and full, and began to grind her sex against my hardness, sensually, tenderly. She moaned into my mouth and held onto my biceps. Her grip was hard as she tried to contain her arousal. I was so turned on that it took all of my self-control not to pull her back to me and take her roughly against the glass.
I knew what she needed the most was to be consoled and gently stimulated. I stepped away from her and watched the water flow down her hair and her body, her pussy. I couldn’t look away as she parted her legs.
I saw the pink slit and I ached to once again taste it, but my head kept telling me it wasn’t the time. I had to focus on getting her relaxed; I picked up my shampoo bottle from the shelf against the wall, pumped a healthy amount into my hand, and began to gently massage her scalp. Shampoo suds ran down her glistening body. Then I switched to a body wash and set about soaping every inch of her body.
I couldn’t hold back then, and I kissed her.
She responded in a way that I had only dreamed about. I forgot myself. My hands molded to the silky wet surface of her breasts, and my hand moved even further down until it came to the junction between her thighs.
I slid my fingers between her slickness. I tried my best not to go too quickly, but as I continued to rub and stroke her swollen bud, her breathing quickened and unable to bear the stimulation, she ground her pussy against my hand mindlessly.
I was no saint, and at that point, there was no way I could hold back. I turned her around, grabbed her hips and lifted her up. Her hand came behind her to grasp my cock and glide it along her ass to the pulsing folds of her sex.
I flattened my palm against the wall.
She spread her legs even wider and pushed her hips back and my cock slipped inside her. I started to move my hips.
I went slow despite how fast she urged me. It took all the strength in me not to give in, but at the end of the day holding on tightly to her and rocking both of us to oblivion was beyond special. It felt as though she was an extension of me. The steam, heat, and wetness had melded us together. Where her skin ended and mine began could be known.
“It's fine,” she breathed through her ecstatic haze. “I’m ... The pill. It’s fine.”
It was crazy, but I had not even thought about it. It felt so right. Nothing, not even the thinnest condom should come between us. She came with a cry while I felt the effect course through my body like the softest, sweetest blow to my guts.
I poured my thick cream deep inside her body. She turned and threw her arms around me.