Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Eventually, I turn on the opposite shower head, using it to clean myself off as she does the same. I pause again, watching as she runs shampoo through her hair, her head leaning back as soap falls down the drain.
I finish first, both literally and figuratively, and I step out and grab us both towels. I wrap one around my waist, getting hers ready as soon as I hear her shut the shower.
She steps out, and I can’t take my eyes off her naked body. I hand her the towel, but quickly pull it away, still gawking. She laughs, grabbing it swiftly and wrapping it around herself.
“Are you so wet?” I can’t stop thinking about how turned on she gets whenever she works my cock. Her pussy must be gushing by now.
“Maybe,” she shrugs.
I sit down on the side of the tub and pull her towards me, my towel falling off in the process.
“What?” I catch her staring.
“You’re hot,” she licks her lips.
“The same could be said about you.” My hands roam up the underside of her towel, and she opens her legs, standing on either side of me. I lean back, taking her in, shaking my head, because I can’t believe we found our way back to each other.
Her lips are soft, and just as her towel accidentally falls I insert a finger into her sopping wet pussy.
“Oh!” She moans.
“Yeah, I’d say you’re pretty damn wet,” I smile, stretching her until I can fit another one in. She bounces lightly, meeting my drive. Our eyes meet and my thumb pushes on her clit, rubbing soft circles.
She moans that she’s about to come, pulling herself back, but this time, instead of meeting my fingers, she quickly removes them and lands on my cock. I slide into her effortlessly, and we both cry out.
I need to get her to bed. Maybe it’s because we were intimate for so long without using one, but I love rolling around with her.
I stand, dropping her slightly so that my cock stays buried inside her. It’s too difficult to walk like this, and I don’t want to stop, so I push her against the bathroom wall and start humping the shit out of her, watching as she bounces up and down, whimpering.
“Bed,” She swallows, and I lower my head and suck on her erect nipples, first the left than the right.
“I think you’re just obsessed with my bed,” I joke.
“Absolutely,” she smiles, her fingers scratching down my back as I reluctantly pull out of her.
I catch her off guard as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom. I don’t even bother to turn the light on. I need to get back inside her as quickly as possible.
The late afternoon sun is setting, creating the perfect amount of dusk as I gently throw her onto the bed. She lands on her stomach and I pull her back towards me, spreading her legs and thrusting into her from behind.
“Don’t forget to pull out,” she groans. “I haven’t gone to the doctor yet.”
“Ugh!” I moan, because there’s nothing more I want to do than come inside of her. She backs up, meeting my thrusts as we move faster and faster, and right when I feel her about to let go, I pull out and turn her over.
Mounting her again, and I grab her face as I shove my dick all the way inside.
“I'm in love with you,” I tell her through each push. “Always have been and always will be.”
Her stare tells me that she knows this - that she’s always known this.
“I am so in love with you,” she repeats my words from the other night, and I hope she realizes that it’s something I’ve always known too. “Now please, let me come!”
My eyes open, adjusting to the pitch-black room, my body naked. I feel Luci’s warm breath on my chest, and I squeeze her a little tighter. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open.
“Hi.” She stretches, and the sheet slides off of her. I can just make out her soft breasts.
“Hi,” I slide my hands over them, caressing.
“What time is it?” She yawns.
I roll over; the clock illuminated the otherwise pitch-black room. “9:30.” I rub my eyes, reaching for the lamp on the nightstand.
“Wow,” she sighs, sitting up, and I don’t want her to go.
“You’re not going to leave, are you?”
“I didn’t want to assume,” she blushes.
“Assume,” I turn back towards her.
“Okay,” she bites her lip. “Let me just text my Mom and tell her I’m staying at a friends.”
“A friends?” I inquire. “Who is this friend?”
“He’s wonderful,” her eyes widen. “Dark, thick hair, gorgeous blue eyes,” she sighs.
“Sounds like he’s extremely good-looking,” I tease.
“He’s devilishly handsome.”
“Oh, well now I’m just plain jealous of the guy!” I kiss her. “Can your friend interest you in ordering a pizza? Perhaps one with half ziti on it?”