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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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if to kiss him. He embarrassed himself by pulling back. She just smiled. “Can’t quite get into the idea of tasting yourself on me? That’s okay.”
She stuck her hand between her legs and inserted two fingers into her vagina. His eyes glued to the motion of her hands and his cock experienced a sudden resurgence of life. She removed her fingers and pressed them against his lips.
He opened his mouth and took her fingers into it. One taste and he reached up to take her hand, laving each finger from tip to the knuckle of her hand. Her eyes watched, the blue of her irises deepening to the color of twilight and the pupils enlarging.
Max pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a unique experience, her taste combining with his. She reached between them to the thickening length of his cock and gave an appreciative little moan.
Suddenly the heat of the water started to diminish and Max realized that she still had sand in her hair. “My turn,” he said and picked up the shampoo. “We might have to hurry. We’re running out of hot water.”
“Don’t hurry,” she replied. “You can keep me warm.”
“I’ll do my best.”
While he soaped her hair, she stroked him, kissing his chest, running her tongue over and round his nipples. It was not an easy task to keep his mind on what he was doing but he managed to wash the sand from her hair.
He soaped his hands and ran them over her shoulders. She raised her arms and leaned back against the shower wall, submitting to his touch. He worked up to her fingers and trapped her hands against the wall with his own, pressing against her to capture her lips. She accepted the kiss eagerly.
Max ended the kiss and moved his hands slowly down her arms to the sides of her breasts, then in to track over them, feeling the hard nipples against his palms. She gave a breathy little moan and thrust her breasts forward more into his hands.
He cupped her breasts, running his thumbs around the tightened skin of the areola then the nipple. Her breathing quickened and a flush rose on her skin. “Slow,” she whispered. “Soft.”
Max followed her desire, seeing on her face that he was giving her pleasure. When the soap on his hands started to deplete, he directed her into the water then turned her again to face him and began to soap her stomach.
His hands moved over her hips and back up, then down, over the tight curls of her mons and into the vee of her thighs. Her sex was plump and wet and when he cupped it, felt hot to his hand.
Livi moaned when he worked his middle finger inside her and pressed against his hand. “Yes. Yes.”
Her whisper brought his cock to full erection again. He pulled her against him, felt her writhe against him, riding his hand. When his thumb brushed over her clit, she gasped. “Oh god. Max.”
Max understood the tone. It filled him with a kind of excitement he’d never known. He was the one making her come. He could take her over the edge. Or, he could prolong it. He opted for drawing it out and removed his hand.
“Awww, it’s so wrong to leave a girl hanging like that,” she protested teasingly.
“I won’t leave you hanging,” he promised and turned her to rinse then turned off the water.
He grabbed a towel and dried her. She took another towel and tried to dry him and it ended up a hit and miss endeavor that had him snatching both towels, chucking them to the floor and sweeping her up in his arms.
Max carried her to the bed and placed her beside it. He stripped back the bedcovers then pressed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs to kneel between them. Livi looked up at him. “Tell me what you want, Max.”
“You. All of you.”
“I’m yours.”
His. All of the things he’d imagined and dreamed of doing went through his mind. He was so eager he didn’t know what he wanted first. And suddenly it came to him. He wanted to make her want him, to give
She stuck her hand between her legs and inserted two fingers into her vagina. His eyes glued to the motion of her hands and his cock experienced a sudden resurgence of life. She removed her fingers and pressed them against his lips.
He opened his mouth and took her fingers into it. One taste and he reached up to take her hand, laving each finger from tip to the knuckle of her hand. Her eyes watched, the blue of her irises deepening to the color of twilight and the pupils enlarging.
Max pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a unique experience, her taste combining with his. She reached between them to the thickening length of his cock and gave an appreciative little moan.
Suddenly the heat of the water started to diminish and Max realized that she still had sand in her hair. “My turn,” he said and picked up the shampoo. “We might have to hurry. We’re running out of hot water.”
“Don’t hurry,” she replied. “You can keep me warm.”
“I’ll do my best.”
While he soaped her hair, she stroked him, kissing his chest, running her tongue over and round his nipples. It was not an easy task to keep his mind on what he was doing but he managed to wash the sand from her hair.
He soaped his hands and ran them over her shoulders. She raised her arms and leaned back against the shower wall, submitting to his touch. He worked up to her fingers and trapped her hands against the wall with his own, pressing against her to capture her lips. She accepted the kiss eagerly.
Max ended the kiss and moved his hands slowly down her arms to the sides of her breasts, then in to track over them, feeling the hard nipples against his palms. She gave a breathy little moan and thrust her breasts forward more into his hands.
He cupped her breasts, running his thumbs around the tightened skin of the areola then the nipple. Her breathing quickened and a flush rose on her skin. “Slow,” she whispered. “Soft.”
Max followed her desire, seeing on her face that he was giving her pleasure. When the soap on his hands started to deplete, he directed her into the water then turned her again to face him and began to soap her stomach.
His hands moved over her hips and back up, then down, over the tight curls of her mons and into the vee of her thighs. Her sex was plump and wet and when he cupped it, felt hot to his hand.
Livi moaned when he worked his middle finger inside her and pressed against his hand. “Yes. Yes.”
Her whisper brought his cock to full erection again. He pulled her against him, felt her writhe against him, riding his hand. When his thumb brushed over her clit, she gasped. “Oh god. Max.”
Max understood the tone. It filled him with a kind of excitement he’d never known. He was the one making her come. He could take her over the edge. Or, he could prolong it. He opted for drawing it out and removed his hand.
“Awww, it’s so wrong to leave a girl hanging like that,” she protested teasingly.
“I won’t leave you hanging,” he promised and turned her to rinse then turned off the water.
He grabbed a towel and dried her. She took another towel and tried to dry him and it ended up a hit and miss endeavor that had him snatching both towels, chucking them to the floor and sweeping her up in his arms.
Max carried her to the bed and placed her beside it. He stripped back the bedcovers then pressed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs to kneel between them. Livi looked up at him. “Tell me what you want, Max.”
“You. All of you.”
“I’m yours.”
His. All of the things he’d imagined and dreamed of doing went through his mind. He was so eager he didn’t know what he wanted first. And suddenly it came to him. He wanted to make her want him, to give
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