Read Online FIT: #1 in the Fit Trilogy by Rebekah Weatherspoon - Free Book Online

him as he turned, soaping the thick muscles of his arms and shoulders. His ass was perfect, plump and round, stacked above large thighs that were dusted with a mixture of light and dark hairs. If he ever let her near it again, she was going to squeeze that ass. Squeeze it good.
    When he turned around, his dick was hard.
    Violets lips parted almost automatically, as his soapy hands moved lower, over his stomach then down around his shaft. Grant stroked himself three, then four times. Violet knew then she was going to faint or beg or burst into flames if he didn’t do something with her soon.
    She gripped the edge of the wooden bench and rocked her hips forward, unintentionally causing her wet pussy to clench on itself. She must have moaned or gasped because Grant suddenly looked over at her. He stared her down, looking at every inch of her face and body as he kept stroking his cock.
    “Take off your clothes and get in here,” he said with no preamble.
    It took a minute for Violet’s brain to process what he’d actually said, but soon she was on her feet, peeling off her clothes. Whatever reservations she had about showing Grant her naked body, rolls and dimples and all, went right down that shower drain. She kicked off her running shoes. Her socks went flying over her shoulder. Grant could keep right on with the teasing smile that flashed across his lips, as she almost tripped pulling off her yoga pants. In record time she was nude and crossing the few feet between them. She was going right for his butt, both hands primed, palms open. She was going to leave marks with her nails.
    Their bodies nearly collided. Grant’s hand gripped the sides of her face, as he tilted her head up to kiss her. She almost shoved her tongue into his mouth as her hands found his butt. He kissed her right back, swirling his tongue around hers, making her moan. The feeling of his cock between them, sliding along her stomach, made her squirm. She leaned in closer, giving his ass the proper squeeze it deserved.
    Grant tilted his head back, drawing a tight breath between his teeth. “Jesus, woman.” He gazed down at her face and wiped away the wet hairs that were plastered to her forehead. Violet kissed his chest.
    “I have no idea what lesson you’re trying to teach me,” she said, over the sound of the spray. “But please don’t stop kissing me.”
    “Maybe the lesson is that we could have done this this morning if you’d showed up. I was worried about you.”
    “I know, but I’m here now. You’re touching me now. I’m okay with that.”
    “Right.” He kissed her once more, lightly this time, before brushing his lips over the tip of her nose then her cheek. “Please extract your hands from my ass and bend over.”
    Violet turned and braced her hands against the tile. Grant’s touch slid down the small of her back, down along her ass. She felt him grip his cock, his knuckles brushing against her skin. She felt him slip between her legs, the full length of his shaft rubbing against her pussy. She spread her feet wider, giving him more space, giving him permission to go inside.
    He teased her instead, simply moving back and forth. She had to respond to him. Her body wouldn’t have it any other way. She was so wet, the ache of it nearly painful, as the head of Grant’s cock rubbed over her sensitive clit again and again.
    He moved back, positioning himself to finally, finally give Violet what she wanted. The sensation was hers to enjoy, just for a moment. He let her feel the crown of his head, the thick smoothness of him, as he entered her. Just barely. And then he pulled away. As in all the way. The heat from his body was replaced by the shower stream
    Violet spun around to find Grant rinsing under the other shower head, calm as could be, with his erection jutting out from his hips.
    “Go wait for me in the sauna,” he said.
    Violet blinked the water out of her eyes in disbelief. “What are you about to do?”
    “Stop touching