wouldn't crush her. They were both breathing hard, but Drew recovered
quicker, saying, “That was fucking fantastic. I thought my bal s were gonna rip right off my body when I came. Are you al right?” When he turned his
head to look at her, he saw her eyes were stil closed. A modicum of doubt crept in. “Jamie? Honey? You okay?” He turned on his side, ignoring the
very ful condom for the moment. “Jamie?”
Slowly, a satisfied grin spread across her face. “Yeah, I'm okay. That's exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Thank you.” She turned to him,
opened her eyes, and gazed at him. “You're going to be the death of me!”
“Only if you don't kil me first. I've tried to keep myself in pretty good condition.” He heard an unladylike snort from Jamie and hoped that meant
she agreed and not that she thought he was an over-the-hil ex-jock looking to get his jol ies off with a sweet young thing. “You are gonna wear me
out, babe!” He rose and padded to the adjoining bathroom to dispose of the condom, then came back to the bedroom and handed a packet of
tissues to Jamie.
“Would you mind if I took a shower?” she asked him. “I'm al sweaty.”
“I like you al sweaty, but if you insist, sure, we can take a shower.”
“That wasn't an invitation,” she teased him.
“Too damn bad, ‘cause I'm taking it as one.” He slapped her ass, leaving the print of his hand on her alabaster skin. Jamie yelped. “Get in there
before I decide to see just how red your skin can get under my hand.”
Jamie went up to her knees on the bed and placed her hands around his neck. “What if I promise to be a good girl?”
She gave him a sly smile, batting her eyelashes at him. Drew laughed, then reached around and gave her another hard slap. He pointed toward
the bathroom. “Get in there, now.”
With a pout, Jamie started toward the bathroom with Drew fol owing close behind, slapping her ass the whole way while she giggled and tried to
evade him.
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Chapter Nine
Jamie had no idea what had come over her. She'd never acted like a wanton sex fiend before. Drew obviously liked it, though, if his reactions
were any indication. She loved how he took charge of their lovemaking, even the way he kept slapping her ass to get her moving. Secretly she'd
always wondered what it would be like to have a dominant lover, and it wasn't like he was pul ing out whips and chains—at least, not yet. She
gulped but couldn't help but notice her tummy do a little flip-flop at the thought.
Drew turned on the spray, adjusting it to his satisfaction. He stepped into the shower and pul ed Jamie in until she was under the spray.
Grabbing the flexible hose sprayer, he bent and aimed it at the juncture of her thighs after putting one of her feet over his shoulder. “Hold on,” he told
her, and Jamie did just that, gripping his shoulders while he continued his ministrations.
He dropped her foot to the floor and then put the hose back on the hook. Soaping up his hands, he slid them up into her slick folds, then back
down her legs. “I want you to put on your shoes when we get out of here. I'm a leg man, and those heels make yours look about ten feet long. I can't
wait to have them wrapped around my waist when I take you again.” He rinsed her off, his wicked tongue finding her sex, and Jamie shuddered at
the sudden contact.
“Yep, it's clean. Now for the rest of you...” With surprising gentleness, he cleaned every inch of her, often stopping to nibble her skin or run his
tongue along her body, chasing the rivulets of water as they cascaded down. He didn't let her touch him other than to keep herself steady.
He bent once more, placing her foot on his shoulder again. “Remember how I said to hang on? Wel , you'd better get a good grip, darlin',” he
warned as his fingers slid into her pussy. She could've sworn she'd be sore by now—it wasn't often she had sex twice in the space of a few
quicker, saying, “That was fucking fantastic. I thought my bal s were gonna rip right off my body when I came. Are you al right?” When he turned his
head to look at her, he saw her eyes were stil closed. A modicum of doubt crept in. “Jamie? Honey? You okay?” He turned on his side, ignoring the
very ful condom for the moment. “Jamie?”
Slowly, a satisfied grin spread across her face. “Yeah, I'm okay. That's exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Thank you.” She turned to him,
opened her eyes, and gazed at him. “You're going to be the death of me!”
“Only if you don't kil me first. I've tried to keep myself in pretty good condition.” He heard an unladylike snort from Jamie and hoped that meant
she agreed and not that she thought he was an over-the-hil ex-jock looking to get his jol ies off with a sweet young thing. “You are gonna wear me
out, babe!” He rose and padded to the adjoining bathroom to dispose of the condom, then came back to the bedroom and handed a packet of
tissues to Jamie.
“Would you mind if I took a shower?” she asked him. “I'm al sweaty.”
“I like you al sweaty, but if you insist, sure, we can take a shower.”
“That wasn't an invitation,” she teased him.
“Too damn bad, ‘cause I'm taking it as one.” He slapped her ass, leaving the print of his hand on her alabaster skin. Jamie yelped. “Get in there
before I decide to see just how red your skin can get under my hand.”
Jamie went up to her knees on the bed and placed her hands around his neck. “What if I promise to be a good girl?”
She gave him a sly smile, batting her eyelashes at him. Drew laughed, then reached around and gave her another hard slap. He pointed toward
the bathroom. “Get in there, now.”
With a pout, Jamie started toward the bathroom with Drew fol owing close behind, slapping her ass the whole way while she giggled and tried to
evade him.
[Back to Table of Contents]
Chapter Nine
Jamie had no idea what had come over her. She'd never acted like a wanton sex fiend before. Drew obviously liked it, though, if his reactions
were any indication. She loved how he took charge of their lovemaking, even the way he kept slapping her ass to get her moving. Secretly she'd
always wondered what it would be like to have a dominant lover, and it wasn't like he was pul ing out whips and chains—at least, not yet. She
gulped but couldn't help but notice her tummy do a little flip-flop at the thought.
Drew turned on the spray, adjusting it to his satisfaction. He stepped into the shower and pul ed Jamie in until she was under the spray.
Grabbing the flexible hose sprayer, he bent and aimed it at the juncture of her thighs after putting one of her feet over his shoulder. “Hold on,” he told
her, and Jamie did just that, gripping his shoulders while he continued his ministrations.
He dropped her foot to the floor and then put the hose back on the hook. Soaping up his hands, he slid them up into her slick folds, then back
down her legs. “I want you to put on your shoes when we get out of here. I'm a leg man, and those heels make yours look about ten feet long. I can't
wait to have them wrapped around my waist when I take you again.” He rinsed her off, his wicked tongue finding her sex, and Jamie shuddered at
the sudden contact.
“Yep, it's clean. Now for the rest of you...” With surprising gentleness, he cleaned every inch of her, often stopping to nibble her skin or run his
tongue along her body, chasing the rivulets of water as they cascaded down. He didn't let her touch him other than to keep herself steady.
He bent once more, placing her foot on his shoulder again. “Remember how I said to hang on? Wel , you'd better get a good grip, darlin',” he
warned as his fingers slid into her pussy. She could've sworn she'd be sore by now—it wasn't often she had sex twice in the space of a few
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