she
stood back and admired him, her pulse spiking, her breathing escalating. He was
more than magnificently built. He was a gift to be treasured.
He turned the water on and then took her by the hand,
leading her into the large, walk-in shower. The metal sheet with hammered holes
hanging overhead created a rainfall effect that was sensuous and inviting. The
glimmer of candlelight against the glass portion of the marble shower wall cast
shadows and light that lent a seductive mood to the private haven. Warm water
sluiced down her body, and it not only felt cleansing and refreshing but wildly
titillating.
Darien ran his hands through her wet hair and asked, “Are
you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Much better,” she said. “I pulled through quicker than I’d
expected, thanks in large part to you, Morgan and Sheena.” Stepping closer to
him, she placed her palms over his abdomen and said, “Mostly you.” Stretching
on tiptoe, she brushed her lips against his. He bent his head and kissed her
deeply. Then she moved away and inspected the various jars and soaps lined
neatly along a built-in shelf.
Selecting a mint-colored bar, she lathered up and then ran
her hands over the wide chest of the brawny man who did everything to arouse
her in every conceivable way simply by being himself.
“You have a physique meant to be sculpted and placed in a
museum,” she told him.
“We don’t have museums anymore.”
“If we did,” she amended. Giving this further thought, she
shook her head and said, “I’ve changed my mind. This body is not meant to be
molded and admired in stone form.” Her soapy hands slid over the corrugated
grooves of his stomach and she sighed. “It’s meant to be worshipped in person.”
“Don’t worship,” he said in a tight voice. “Just touch.”
She smiled at him. “I am touching.”
Her hands glided up to his broad shoulders, then down his
rock-hard arms. When he reached for her, pulling her into a strong embrace, her
palms slid around to his wide, sinewy back. Her breasts pressed below the
well-defined ledge of his pectoral muscles, and her nipples tingled as his
smooth skin and solid muscles teased the sensitive points.
His head bent to hers and he whispered in her ear, “I want
you in ways you might not even know of.”A prickle along her clit made her
squirm in his arms, her stomach rubbing against his erection. He groaned again.
“Do you want me?”
“ Yes .” She didn’t have to think twice about it. She
might not possess his sexual prowess or know exactly the ways in which he
wanted to take her, but she didn’t care. She’d easily and willingly give
herself up to his every desire. But she also had cravings of her own. “Darien,”
she muttered against his hair as her fingers threaded through the wet strands.
“I want to give you pleasure.”
His arms tightened around her. “You do, Jade. More than you
can possibly know.”
“No.” She shifted in his embrace, forcing him to release
her. The water washed away the suds on his body, leaving a clean stream to
cascade over his chiseled torso and legs. She sank to her knees before him,
marveling at his long, thick cock.
“Jade.” His tone held a hint of urgency and a contradictory
note of protest.
Her fingers skimmed over the smooth flesh covering his steel
rod and his hips jerked in response. She bit back a smile. Piggybacking on his
earlier sentiment, she told him, “I want you in ways I’ve never given much
thought to. To touch you…taste you…” She licked her lips. “I want to know all
of you.”
With that, her fingers wrapped gingerly around his base and
her lips slid slowly along his slick skin until she reached the tip, where she
teased the groove beneath his head with her tongue before flicking it over the
slight indentation above.
He let out a primal and incredibly arousing growl. Her mouth
closed over his head and his fingers plowed through her hair.
“Jade,” he repeated, his voice gruff with
stood back and admired him, her pulse spiking, her breathing escalating. He was
more than magnificently built. He was a gift to be treasured.
He turned the water on and then took her by the hand,
leading her into the large, walk-in shower. The metal sheet with hammered holes
hanging overhead created a rainfall effect that was sensuous and inviting. The
glimmer of candlelight against the glass portion of the marble shower wall cast
shadows and light that lent a seductive mood to the private haven. Warm water
sluiced down her body, and it not only felt cleansing and refreshing but wildly
titillating.
Darien ran his hands through her wet hair and asked, “Are
you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Much better,” she said. “I pulled through quicker than I’d
expected, thanks in large part to you, Morgan and Sheena.” Stepping closer to
him, she placed her palms over his abdomen and said, “Mostly you.” Stretching
on tiptoe, she brushed her lips against his. He bent his head and kissed her
deeply. Then she moved away and inspected the various jars and soaps lined
neatly along a built-in shelf.
Selecting a mint-colored bar, she lathered up and then ran
her hands over the wide chest of the brawny man who did everything to arouse
her in every conceivable way simply by being himself.
“You have a physique meant to be sculpted and placed in a
museum,” she told him.
“We don’t have museums anymore.”
“If we did,” she amended. Giving this further thought, she
shook her head and said, “I’ve changed my mind. This body is not meant to be
molded and admired in stone form.” Her soapy hands slid over the corrugated
grooves of his stomach and she sighed. “It’s meant to be worshipped in person.”
“Don’t worship,” he said in a tight voice. “Just touch.”
She smiled at him. “I am touching.”
Her hands glided up to his broad shoulders, then down his
rock-hard arms. When he reached for her, pulling her into a strong embrace, her
palms slid around to his wide, sinewy back. Her breasts pressed below the
well-defined ledge of his pectoral muscles, and her nipples tingled as his
smooth skin and solid muscles teased the sensitive points.
His head bent to hers and he whispered in her ear, “I want
you in ways you might not even know of.”A prickle along her clit made her
squirm in his arms, her stomach rubbing against his erection. He groaned again.
“Do you want me?”
“ Yes .” She didn’t have to think twice about it. She
might not possess his sexual prowess or know exactly the ways in which he
wanted to take her, but she didn’t care. She’d easily and willingly give
herself up to his every desire. But she also had cravings of her own. “Darien,”
she muttered against his hair as her fingers threaded through the wet strands.
“I want to give you pleasure.”
His arms tightened around her. “You do, Jade. More than you
can possibly know.”
“No.” She shifted in his embrace, forcing him to release
her. The water washed away the suds on his body, leaving a clean stream to
cascade over his chiseled torso and legs. She sank to her knees before him,
marveling at his long, thick cock.
“Jade.” His tone held a hint of urgency and a contradictory
note of protest.
Her fingers skimmed over the smooth flesh covering his steel
rod and his hips jerked in response. She bit back a smile. Piggybacking on his
earlier sentiment, she told him, “I want you in ways I’ve never given much
thought to. To touch you…taste you…” She licked her lips. “I want to know all
of you.”
With that, her fingers wrapped gingerly around his base and
her lips slid slowly along his slick skin until she reached the tip, where she
teased the groove beneath his head with her tongue before flicking it over the
slight indentation above.
He let out a primal and incredibly arousing growl. Her mouth
closed over his head and his fingers plowed through her hair.
“Jade,” he repeated, his voice gruff with
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