shower wall. His cock nudges my slick sex and then he’s sliding inside as I arch toward him.
“Yes. God, you feel so good,” I moan.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts. “Never felt anything like it,” he whispers in reverence as his head lowers and he tugs my nipple into his mouth. He fucks me slow and deep against the wall, as the warmth from the shower pelts down on us and the steam surrounds us. Every stroke is measured, targeting the tender bundle of nerves inside me. His pelvis grinds against my clit with every rotation of his hips, and I can’t control the whimpers that continually escape my lips. I kiss his neck and pant in his ear, whispering words of arousal-filled encouragement.
His hands grip my ass and he spreads me wider, allowing himself deeper access. My body tightens and then releases as I come with a long, drawn-out moan, shuddering against him and pulsing around his cock.
“Makenna,” he rasps, pulling his cock free, but still holding me against the wall. His length meets the bottom of my stomach and pulses as jets of come spurt onto my skin before being washed away by the spray of the shower. Supporting me with one arm, he rubs the remaining come into my skin, marking me, and my stomach flutters in response to his dominant display.
He lowers me to the ground and wraps an arm around my waist until my legs stop feeling like jelly. Reaching up, I grab my bottle of shower gel and begin washing his chest.
“Turn around,” I murmur. He follows my instructions, and I squirt a blob of the red gel onto my hands before massaging it into his muscular back. I work my way down toward his backside, exploring every inch of his delectable, perfect body until I reach the solid mounds of his ass. I pay special attention to them before he turns back around to face me. I notice instantly his cock is stiffening, but he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he takes the bottle from the shelf and fills his palms before tenderly washing my entire body, an act no one besides myself has ever done before.
He spins me gently and washes my back, bending down to wash all the way to my heels and then back up again. He rubs the globes of my butt, not sexually motivated, but tender, caring, almost loving. My heart sighs in my chest and I lean back against his hard frame. His arms go around my waist and he kisses my neck right where it meets my shoulder, causing an involuntary shiver of delight to ripple through my body.
When the water turns cold, we step out and he reaches for a towel to wrap around his waist before he grabs another one and begins drying me off. When he is satisfied I am completely dry, he kisses my nose and looks deep into my eyes, as if searching my soul with questions I am unaware of.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Makenna.”
“You’re not too shabby yourself,” I quip seriously, despite the grin on my face.
He grins down at me and his dimples pop out. Unable to resist, I do something I have wanted to do since the first time I saw his smiling face in the picture Regina included in his file. I reach out and stroke the indentation with my thumb, before going up on my tiptoes to run my tongue through it. Then I nibble down his jaw before placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.
He kisses my nose again and then leads me into the bedroom so we can change. He has fresh clothes since he asked his driver to fetch him some yesterday. He made the call while sitting beside me on my sofa. He didn’t offer the man named Frederick any explanation, except the order to bring him a bag of clothing. We make our way into the living room and Benny puts a movie on while we snuggle on the lounge. My mind wanders to what a shock it must have been for Frederick when Benny and I began making out, practically having sex, in the back of his car the other night.
I don’t believe Benny has had affairs before, so the sight wouldn’t have been a regular
“Yes. God, you feel so good,” I moan.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts. “Never felt anything like it,” he whispers in reverence as his head lowers and he tugs my nipple into his mouth. He fucks me slow and deep against the wall, as the warmth from the shower pelts down on us and the steam surrounds us. Every stroke is measured, targeting the tender bundle of nerves inside me. His pelvis grinds against my clit with every rotation of his hips, and I can’t control the whimpers that continually escape my lips. I kiss his neck and pant in his ear, whispering words of arousal-filled encouragement.
His hands grip my ass and he spreads me wider, allowing himself deeper access. My body tightens and then releases as I come with a long, drawn-out moan, shuddering against him and pulsing around his cock.
“Makenna,” he rasps, pulling his cock free, but still holding me against the wall. His length meets the bottom of my stomach and pulses as jets of come spurt onto my skin before being washed away by the spray of the shower. Supporting me with one arm, he rubs the remaining come into my skin, marking me, and my stomach flutters in response to his dominant display.
He lowers me to the ground and wraps an arm around my waist until my legs stop feeling like jelly. Reaching up, I grab my bottle of shower gel and begin washing his chest.
“Turn around,” I murmur. He follows my instructions, and I squirt a blob of the red gel onto my hands before massaging it into his muscular back. I work my way down toward his backside, exploring every inch of his delectable, perfect body until I reach the solid mounds of his ass. I pay special attention to them before he turns back around to face me. I notice instantly his cock is stiffening, but he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he takes the bottle from the shelf and fills his palms before tenderly washing my entire body, an act no one besides myself has ever done before.
He spins me gently and washes my back, bending down to wash all the way to my heels and then back up again. He rubs the globes of my butt, not sexually motivated, but tender, caring, almost loving. My heart sighs in my chest and I lean back against his hard frame. His arms go around my waist and he kisses my neck right where it meets my shoulder, causing an involuntary shiver of delight to ripple through my body.
When the water turns cold, we step out and he reaches for a towel to wrap around his waist before he grabs another one and begins drying me off. When he is satisfied I am completely dry, he kisses my nose and looks deep into my eyes, as if searching my soul with questions I am unaware of.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Makenna.”
“You’re not too shabby yourself,” I quip seriously, despite the grin on my face.
He grins down at me and his dimples pop out. Unable to resist, I do something I have wanted to do since the first time I saw his smiling face in the picture Regina included in his file. I reach out and stroke the indentation with my thumb, before going up on my tiptoes to run my tongue through it. Then I nibble down his jaw before placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.
He kisses my nose again and then leads me into the bedroom so we can change. He has fresh clothes since he asked his driver to fetch him some yesterday. He made the call while sitting beside me on my sofa. He didn’t offer the man named Frederick any explanation, except the order to bring him a bag of clothing. We make our way into the living room and Benny puts a movie on while we snuggle on the lounge. My mind wanders to what a shock it must have been for Frederick when Benny and I began making out, practically having sex, in the back of his car the other night.
I don’t believe Benny has had affairs before, so the sight wouldn’t have been a regular
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