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palm.
“More,” she gasped.
He closed his palm around her breast, keeping his grip loose enough that he could feel the movement of her flesh in his hand. “More?” he asked.
The water that had been flowing on her back poured on his head. It dripped over his face and into his mouth before spilling out over her lush body. He pressed more tightly against her, sharing his warmth with her. Wanting to be as close to her as physically possible.
“More. Always more.”
“I am yours to command.” He slid the hand that had been on her hips around and over her belly, down to the curly, coarse hair at the juncture of her thighs. She arched back against him again, offering more of herself. And he took it.
With one hand continuing to massage her breast, Doug eased his fingers into the hot, wet folds of her pussy. His arms were tight around her so that even as she relaxed into his touch, he could hold her upright. Keep their connection. Feel her ass push up against his cock. Feel the cadence of her breath in the way her breast bounced in his hand. Feel the shudders that ran down her back against his chest.
When his thumb found Cassie’s clitoris and gave a gentle rub, she moaned. He kept pressure on the spot she seemed to enjoy, alternating caresses until she bucked her ass against him. Her breath became shallower and whatever words she cried out were lost when she buried her face against her arm. All the while he kissed her neck and shoulders, continuing to whisper in her ear how sexy she was. How hot she was. How hot he was for her.
With each press of his thumb against her clit, with each buck of her ass, Doug’s balls got a little tighter. His blood was rushing from all his extremities into his cock, and it begged for more action. To be inside her. To find relief.
He rubbed his cock against her buttocks, keeping the same rhythm on her ass that his thumb kept of her clit. Past the damp expanse of her back, Doug could see the head of his dick crest along the curve of her ass, and he had to take several deep breaths not to come at the sight. When he finally came, he would be lucky not to collapse.
Cassie stopped bucking against his erection and pressed her entire mound against his hand. “More,” she said again. “Oh God, more.”
Keeping his thumb against her clit and burying his finger inside her, Doug obliged. Cassie lifted up and down against him, fucking his fingers as her ass stroked his cock. Her hands squeaked against the tile. The muscles of her pussy clenched around him, and she repeated, “More, more, more,” until she was almost screaming for all that he could give her. He continued to massage her breasts, moving from one to the other and gripping her tighter, pumping his fingers into her harder and faster. And still he wanted to give her more.
He wanted to give her all he had.
Then she stiffened and was still. He continued to move until she cried out, “Oh God!” and her elbows bent as the pressure that had built up in her released. Still, Doug didn’t let go. He moved his hand from her pussy, holding a sumptuous breast in each hand. He held her tightly against him with his arms, then looked down at the lush ass that had caught his attention yesterday and watched his cock slid against her skin. One more look was all he needed to explode in a grunt, coming over her backside.
The memory of what just happened would kill his water bill because he planned on reliving this moment in the shower in his apartment until the hot water ran out.
Chapter Seven
‡
C assie’s knees nearly gave way, and she had to take a deep breath so she wouldn’t sink down to the bottom of the tub and wallow in the aftershocks of her pleasure, stretching and purring like a cat. Though, she supposed, cats usually didn’t like water. Ridiculous thoughts flitted through her head. The loose feeling of her hips, the tingles between her thighs . . . Yes, she could lay on a bed and simply think about the desire she’d felt
“More,” she gasped.
He closed his palm around her breast, keeping his grip loose enough that he could feel the movement of her flesh in his hand. “More?” he asked.
The water that had been flowing on her back poured on his head. It dripped over his face and into his mouth before spilling out over her lush body. He pressed more tightly against her, sharing his warmth with her. Wanting to be as close to her as physically possible.
“More. Always more.”
“I am yours to command.” He slid the hand that had been on her hips around and over her belly, down to the curly, coarse hair at the juncture of her thighs. She arched back against him again, offering more of herself. And he took it.
With one hand continuing to massage her breast, Doug eased his fingers into the hot, wet folds of her pussy. His arms were tight around her so that even as she relaxed into his touch, he could hold her upright. Keep their connection. Feel her ass push up against his cock. Feel the cadence of her breath in the way her breast bounced in his hand. Feel the shudders that ran down her back against his chest.
When his thumb found Cassie’s clitoris and gave a gentle rub, she moaned. He kept pressure on the spot she seemed to enjoy, alternating caresses until she bucked her ass against him. Her breath became shallower and whatever words she cried out were lost when she buried her face against her arm. All the while he kissed her neck and shoulders, continuing to whisper in her ear how sexy she was. How hot she was. How hot he was for her.
With each press of his thumb against her clit, with each buck of her ass, Doug’s balls got a little tighter. His blood was rushing from all his extremities into his cock, and it begged for more action. To be inside her. To find relief.
He rubbed his cock against her buttocks, keeping the same rhythm on her ass that his thumb kept of her clit. Past the damp expanse of her back, Doug could see the head of his dick crest along the curve of her ass, and he had to take several deep breaths not to come at the sight. When he finally came, he would be lucky not to collapse.
Cassie stopped bucking against his erection and pressed her entire mound against his hand. “More,” she said again. “Oh God, more.”
Keeping his thumb against her clit and burying his finger inside her, Doug obliged. Cassie lifted up and down against him, fucking his fingers as her ass stroked his cock. Her hands squeaked against the tile. The muscles of her pussy clenched around him, and she repeated, “More, more, more,” until she was almost screaming for all that he could give her. He continued to massage her breasts, moving from one to the other and gripping her tighter, pumping his fingers into her harder and faster. And still he wanted to give her more.
He wanted to give her all he had.
Then she stiffened and was still. He continued to move until she cried out, “Oh God!” and her elbows bent as the pressure that had built up in her released. Still, Doug didn’t let go. He moved his hand from her pussy, holding a sumptuous breast in each hand. He held her tightly against him with his arms, then looked down at the lush ass that had caught his attention yesterday and watched his cock slid against her skin. One more look was all he needed to explode in a grunt, coming over her backside.
The memory of what just happened would kill his water bill because he planned on reliving this moment in the shower in his apartment until the hot water ran out.
Chapter Seven
‡
C assie’s knees nearly gave way, and she had to take a deep breath so she wouldn’t sink down to the bottom of the tub and wallow in the aftershocks of her pleasure, stretching and purring like a cat. Though, she supposed, cats usually didn’t like water. Ridiculous thoughts flitted through her head. The loose feeling of her hips, the tingles between her thighs . . . Yes, she could lay on a bed and simply think about the desire she’d felt
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