had together. With aching slowness he ran the soapy sponge over her body, stealing little kisses as his hands became bolder, only to slow down again to gently work her mint scented shampoo through her hair, careful fingers massaging her scalp then pushing the hair away from her face as the shampoo was rinsed away.
Hands shaking from the arousal which coursed through her veins, she ran the sponge over his shoulders, across his pecs and down the hard ridges of muscle that defined his stomach. Then she sank to her knees in front of him as her hand drifted lower to brush the last of the lingering suds from his body, her mouth branding his skin as she went. She let her hot breath caress his growing arousal. With a deft slide of her tongue along its length, she took him in her mouth.
Vincent’s hands slapped against the white tiles to either side, as he stared down at her.She teased and tormented, watching as the expressions of lust, pleasure and awe flickered across his face. The muscles of his strong legs rippled under her palms as she ran her hands up the backs of his thighs to squeeze his ass.
“Stop,” he groaned. Vincent's eyes were squeezed shut, face twisted in strain as his shoulders shook. “Not like this.”
Amanda sat back on her heels with a smile, her lips swollen, hands resting on the front of his thighs.
Vincent's eyes popped open as he exhaled with a shudder. Hands under her arms, he lifted her from the shower floor to wrap her legs around his waist, hammering the shower lever off as he stepped out of the cubicle, his mouth sealed to hers. He carried her to their bed, water dripping a trail across the hardwood floor. For a moment he stood at the foot of the bed, tongue sliding along hers, then he broke the kiss as he threw her down on the bed.
It should have been wrong, but pure excitement sparked every nerve ending when her body bounced once on the comforter before she came to lay in the center of their bed. She bit her thumbnail to keep from writhing as he stood, silent, looming over her from the foot of the bed. His gaze was possessive, roaming over every inch of her body.
"I am going to make you scream so hard," he said, his voice husky and dark with promise.
"You have no idea how true that will be if you don't come here."
With a huge smile he fell on her, the water on their bodies mingling with sweat as he kissed her into a frenzy before pinning her hips to the bed with his hands. He pulled away with a smirk.
"Where are you going?"
"To make good on my promise."
Vincent's hands parted her legs as he lowered his face to her sex. Slowly, he opened her with his tongue. He gazed up her body as she gasped, her hands twisted in the comforter. His hands kneaded and caressed her thighs as his tongue worked on her.
She felt like she was falling, bracing for impact as every muscle in her body tightened in response to Vincent's attentions. He grasped her knees from underneath, spreading her legs wide and lifting her hips from the bed. With his elbows resting on the mattress, her feet dangled in open air as his mouth took what he wanted.
Her head tossed from side to side, a small whine escaped with each panted breath. Her thighs shook as her pleasure became sharp and immediate. Head thrown back against the comforter, body rigid, torn between the twin desperation for release and the desire for him to never stop. But it had to end.
"Vincent!" she screamed, as her body convulsed.
He wrung every bit of pleasure out of her shaking form. Her breath came in shivers and moans as he kissed, nipped and licked his way up to her breasts. He held her gaze as he sucked the entirety of her areola into his mouth, his tongue circling then flicking her nipple. Then he licked a flat, wet stripe up her sternum to the hollow of her throat.
Amanda held Vincent's face between her palms as he buried himself inside her. It was a slow burn, a fire they built together, truly joined with no
Hands shaking from the arousal which coursed through her veins, she ran the sponge over his shoulders, across his pecs and down the hard ridges of muscle that defined his stomach. Then she sank to her knees in front of him as her hand drifted lower to brush the last of the lingering suds from his body, her mouth branding his skin as she went. She let her hot breath caress his growing arousal. With a deft slide of her tongue along its length, she took him in her mouth.
Vincent’s hands slapped against the white tiles to either side, as he stared down at her.She teased and tormented, watching as the expressions of lust, pleasure and awe flickered across his face. The muscles of his strong legs rippled under her palms as she ran her hands up the backs of his thighs to squeeze his ass.
“Stop,” he groaned. Vincent's eyes were squeezed shut, face twisted in strain as his shoulders shook. “Not like this.”
Amanda sat back on her heels with a smile, her lips swollen, hands resting on the front of his thighs.
Vincent's eyes popped open as he exhaled with a shudder. Hands under her arms, he lifted her from the shower floor to wrap her legs around his waist, hammering the shower lever off as he stepped out of the cubicle, his mouth sealed to hers. He carried her to their bed, water dripping a trail across the hardwood floor. For a moment he stood at the foot of the bed, tongue sliding along hers, then he broke the kiss as he threw her down on the bed.
It should have been wrong, but pure excitement sparked every nerve ending when her body bounced once on the comforter before she came to lay in the center of their bed. She bit her thumbnail to keep from writhing as he stood, silent, looming over her from the foot of the bed. His gaze was possessive, roaming over every inch of her body.
"I am going to make you scream so hard," he said, his voice husky and dark with promise.
"You have no idea how true that will be if you don't come here."
With a huge smile he fell on her, the water on their bodies mingling with sweat as he kissed her into a frenzy before pinning her hips to the bed with his hands. He pulled away with a smirk.
"Where are you going?"
"To make good on my promise."
Vincent's hands parted her legs as he lowered his face to her sex. Slowly, he opened her with his tongue. He gazed up her body as she gasped, her hands twisted in the comforter. His hands kneaded and caressed her thighs as his tongue worked on her.
She felt like she was falling, bracing for impact as every muscle in her body tightened in response to Vincent's attentions. He grasped her knees from underneath, spreading her legs wide and lifting her hips from the bed. With his elbows resting on the mattress, her feet dangled in open air as his mouth took what he wanted.
Her head tossed from side to side, a small whine escaped with each panted breath. Her thighs shook as her pleasure became sharp and immediate. Head thrown back against the comforter, body rigid, torn between the twin desperation for release and the desire for him to never stop. But it had to end.
"Vincent!" she screamed, as her body convulsed.
He wrung every bit of pleasure out of her shaking form. Her breath came in shivers and moans as he kissed, nipped and licked his way up to her breasts. He held her gaze as he sucked the entirety of her areola into his mouth, his tongue circling then flicking her nipple. Then he licked a flat, wet stripe up her sternum to the hollow of her throat.
Amanda held Vincent's face between her palms as he buried himself inside her. It was a slow burn, a fire they built together, truly joined with no
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