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Authors: Ciana Stone
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, New Adult & College, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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imaginings measured up to the real thing.
Her breasts were not overly large, but firm, high and adorned with nipples perfect in shape and size, drawn tight now in what he hoped was excitement. She was not a big woman and carried no extra weight. Lean was an apt description.
His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the slight curve of belly and the tight wet curls that topped her sex, neatly trimmed to accommodate the tiny bikini bottom she’d worn.
His eyes moved back up and he saw her smile when he reached her face. “You going to shower in your shorts?”
A sudden bout of nervousness gripped him. He’d never been naked in front of her. What if she thought he was gross? Or what if his package wasn’t what she’d hoped?
She seemed to sense his nervousness and stepped up close, her fingers going to the button of his shorts, but her eyes glued to his. In seconds, his shorts were sliding down his hips then his legs.
Livi smiled up at him, ran her right hand over his hip to his stomach, and then lower. When she took him in her hand, his knees almost went weak.
“Ready for that shower?” She asked softly, rising up on tiptoes to nip his chin.
“Yeah.” His response was a hoarse croak.
She didn’t release him, but put her free hand on his hip and stepped backward into the walk-in shower, pulling him with her.
Hot water cascaded over them, rivulets running across her shoulders and down over her breasts. She smiled up at him and released him to pick up a bottle of shampoo. Max had not been washed by any hands but his own since he was a small child. This was nothing like anything he’d experienced.
“Kneel down,” she said as she poured shampoo in her hand. “You’re too tall, I can’t reach your hair very well.”
He complied, finding that the position put him eye-level with her navel. His eyes moved down. Just inches away was the holy grail, at least to a man. He reached up, placing his hands on her ass. She wiggled against his hands but continued to wash his hair. “Okay, stand up,” she directed and guided him face first into the spray of water to rinse.
Max nearly jumped when he felt her hands, slick with soap, work around his body to his penis. She stroked him for a minute then turned her attention to his back. She started at the top of his shoulders and worked down. Her touch was not that of someone at a task. She took her time, feeling every inch of his skin, murmuring to him, telling him how beautiful he was.
When she reached his ass, she leaned up, running her left hand around to his cock. Her left hand moved between the cleft of his ass, over his anus and to his balls. Max nearly staggered and reached out, bracing himself with both hands against the shower wall in front of him.
After a minute of pleasure that was close to overwhelming, she squatted down behind him, washing his legs. When she rose and turned his back to the spray, she smiled up at him and began to soap the front of his body.
Extra attention was paid to his cock and balls, and all the while, she kept her eyes glued to his. It was wonderful and horrifying at the same time. He was going to come at any moment. “You need to stop,” he put one hand on hers to stay her motion.
“Not yet,” she argued and turned him toward the water. When he was rinsed, she turned him to face her and knelt down in front of him.
Max had to reach for the side walls when she took him in her mouth. She worked her tongue against the head of his cock, taking him deep inside her mouth then pulling back. Over and again, one sublime stroke after another.
When her left hand came up and her fingers stroked over the bottom of his balls, he had to bite back a groan. He could feel an orgasm coming, like a big train barreling down the tracks ready to sweep him away. And he could do nothing to stop it except shudder and hang on as it swept over him.
Livi stood and leaned in as
Her breasts were not overly large, but firm, high and adorned with nipples perfect in shape and size, drawn tight now in what he hoped was excitement. She was not a big woman and carried no extra weight. Lean was an apt description.
His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the slight curve of belly and the tight wet curls that topped her sex, neatly trimmed to accommodate the tiny bikini bottom she’d worn.
His eyes moved back up and he saw her smile when he reached her face. “You going to shower in your shorts?”
A sudden bout of nervousness gripped him. He’d never been naked in front of her. What if she thought he was gross? Or what if his package wasn’t what she’d hoped?
She seemed to sense his nervousness and stepped up close, her fingers going to the button of his shorts, but her eyes glued to his. In seconds, his shorts were sliding down his hips then his legs.
Livi smiled up at him, ran her right hand over his hip to his stomach, and then lower. When she took him in her hand, his knees almost went weak.
“Ready for that shower?” She asked softly, rising up on tiptoes to nip his chin.
“Yeah.” His response was a hoarse croak.
She didn’t release him, but put her free hand on his hip and stepped backward into the walk-in shower, pulling him with her.
Hot water cascaded over them, rivulets running across her shoulders and down over her breasts. She smiled up at him and released him to pick up a bottle of shampoo. Max had not been washed by any hands but his own since he was a small child. This was nothing like anything he’d experienced.
“Kneel down,” she said as she poured shampoo in her hand. “You’re too tall, I can’t reach your hair very well.”
He complied, finding that the position put him eye-level with her navel. His eyes moved down. Just inches away was the holy grail, at least to a man. He reached up, placing his hands on her ass. She wiggled against his hands but continued to wash his hair. “Okay, stand up,” she directed and guided him face first into the spray of water to rinse.
Max nearly jumped when he felt her hands, slick with soap, work around his body to his penis. She stroked him for a minute then turned her attention to his back. She started at the top of his shoulders and worked down. Her touch was not that of someone at a task. She took her time, feeling every inch of his skin, murmuring to him, telling him how beautiful he was.
When she reached his ass, she leaned up, running her left hand around to his cock. Her left hand moved between the cleft of his ass, over his anus and to his balls. Max nearly staggered and reached out, bracing himself with both hands against the shower wall in front of him.
After a minute of pleasure that was close to overwhelming, she squatted down behind him, washing his legs. When she rose and turned his back to the spray, she smiled up at him and began to soap the front of his body.
Extra attention was paid to his cock and balls, and all the while, she kept her eyes glued to his. It was wonderful and horrifying at the same time. He was going to come at any moment. “You need to stop,” he put one hand on hers to stay her motion.
“Not yet,” she argued and turned him toward the water. When he was rinsed, she turned him to face her and knelt down in front of him.
Max had to reach for the side walls when she took him in her mouth. She worked her tongue against the head of his cock, taking him deep inside her mouth then pulling back. Over and again, one sublime stroke after another.
When her left hand came up and her fingers stroked over the bottom of his balls, he had to bite back a groan. He could feel an orgasm coming, like a big train barreling down the tracks ready to sweep him away. And he could do nothing to stop it except shudder and hang on as it swept over him.
Livi stood and leaned in as
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