Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
She reached up and undid the bun. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in wet waves. She looked fucking gorgeous. Like Lady Godiva.
Reaching back, I plucked the handheld showerhead from its mount on the wall. I angled it toward the lower half of her hair, wetting it thoroughly. It probably would’ve been easier if she turned around, but I wasn’t ready to give up the feel of her breasts against my chest—or the way our bodies pressed my cock tight between us.
I adjusted the nozzle to a narrower stream and used my hand to shield her face while I wet down the top of her head. Her eyes closed, and she leaned into the touch, warm water sliding through my fingers as I gently caressed her scalp.
“Do you have shampoo?” she whispered. “I probably should’ve asked that before.”
“Yes,” I said with a grin. “Did you think guys didn’t need clean hair too?”
I returned the showerhead to its place, positioning her so that the warm water hit her mid back. Grabbing the shampoo bottle from the caddy. I poured a generous amount into my palm.
“Turn around, sweetheart,” I whispered.
Now my cock was bobbing against her round ass and the sensation was overwhelming. But that’s not what this moment was about. I rubbed my palms together distributing the shampoo evenly and then plunged my hands in her hair. God it was so thick, so silky. It was like the scalp massage I’d given her before only a hundred times more intimate.
I gathered the long strands in one hand and then covered them with shampoo with the other. I worked my way back up and dug my fingers into her scalp and she moaned. I took my time lathering up every inch of that glorious mane. Every time Tori whimpered with need, she pushed her ass back against me. My cock was ready to explode. I willed it to calm down. My attention was on her, not it.
Her hair was thoroughly lathered up, but I still had a bit of a slippery shampoo on my hands. No sense in letting that go to waste. I pressed up against her and brought my hands up her flat stomach to cup her breasts. She groaned, her back arching as she let her head fall back on my shoulder. Her nipples were already hard, and I circled them with my thumbs as I lifted and kneaded those amazing breasts.
I had to pause a few times to fight for control. The way her sweet ass caressed my cock was close to pushing me over the edge.
Pulling on her nipples one more time, I whispered in her ear. “Ready for the rinse cycle?”
She groaned. “This feels so good. You sure we can’t just stay like this forever?” Her voice was soft and breathy.
“I like the way you think but the hot water supply isn’t going to hold out forever.”
“You’re right.” She sighed softly. “It just feels so damn good.”
I grabbed the showerhead again and adjusted the stream tighter so that I could aim it at her hair but not hit her face. Except then I thought about the words she had just said about how good it had felt and that gave me an idea.
Instead of aiming the stream of water at her hair, I let it hit her chest, splashing as it hit her smooth skin. “What are you—” she began, but she trailed off as I moved the stream lower down her flat stomach to her mound. She writhed against me as she figured out where the stream of water was headed.
I tilted my head and captured the edge of her ear in my teeth. I flicked my tongue back and forth and then whispered in her ear. “Put your foot up on the edge of the tub.”
She froze and I could practically hear the thoughts in her head. I couldn’t know for sure, but I bet they were something like, “Can I really do this?” or “I wonder what it would feel like?”
But she obeyed, moving the shower curtain enough to put her left foot on the edge of the tub. Which was perfect since I was right-handed.
I dipped the showerhead lower and aimed at the soft sensitive underside of her thigh. I let the water zigzag across her skin, getting closer and closer to that sweet pussy. The moment the water hit her slit, her back arched and she moaned. I glided my free hand down her stomach. God, she was warm. I slid my fingers along her overheated seam and then spread her open.
I let the stream of water slowly glide up and down her slit the same way I would with my finger or my tongue. I let the water go near her clit but held off until she was a little more used to it. Using two fingers to keep her spread open, I finally brought the water up to circle her clit. That’s when her hand clamped down on my wrist and she directed the spray to where she needed it.