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and into her hair, kissing her more deeply than she expected.
She lightly bit his lower lip as he pulled back.
Hart watched as she let the water soak her hair and body. He gave her time to wash the long tresses before his hands went to the buttons of his shirt. Stripping slowly, never taking his eyes off her, she returned his gaze as she rinsed away the conditioner.
When he was naked, he put his hands on his hips and waited as she looked him over. She licked her lips and he asked jokingly if he should turn.
“God, yes.”
He did, gave her time to absorb the view, and then stepped into the shower. He positioned his body behind her, pushed her hair to the side, and kissed her neck. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she leaned back into him.
Running his hands down her arms, he lifted her hands and placed them against the tile.
“Stay right there, Bailey.”
Squirting her body wash in his palm, he soaped her entire body from behind, slicking over her arms, shoulders, breasts, stomach, moving to her back and ass, down her legs and feet, coming back up her legs to her pussy and the cleft of her ass.
She was shaking.
As he pulled her under the water, he roamed his hands over her to make sure all the soap was rinsed away, paying special attention to her breasts and mound.
Once he was satisfied, he turned her to his chest and stroked over the back of her body in the same manner, squeezing and separating the globes of her ass in his huge hands.
He set her back against the wall away from him while he grabbed a bar of soap and washed his body. When he realized she was following his hand he smiled hungrily.
“Bailey, you look positively enthralled. Are you wet?” She nodded her head. “I’m so fucking hard I’m starting to hurt.”
Staring at his cock, she whispered, “You should stroke off so I can watch, Hart.” The instant the words left her lips, her eyes went wide in embarrassment, and she pulled her lip between her teeth.
Tossing the soap in the dish, Hart boxed her against the tile with his hands on either side of her. His voice was rough. “You want to watch me stroke my dick, Bailey?”
Her golden skin pinked lightly and he knew she considered changing her request, laughing it off, or even outright denying what she wanted.
She took a deep breath, which did beautiful things to her breasts. “I want that more than I can possibly tell you, Hart.” Swallowing hard, she asked, “No one has ever asked you to do that?” He shook his head slowly and pressed the front of his body to hers.
“I’ve always been curious. I’ve accidentally seen you naked but I never caught you stroking yourself.” Her hand slid down his side and between them to trace her fingertips along his length.
Her soft fingers on his bare cock scrambled his brain for a moment.
She ducked under his arm and sat on the bench. Spreading her knees so he could step between them, he was enthralled by the caramel folds of her pussy.
Hart moved to her slowly, his shaft jutting powerfully from his body, and when he was within touching distance, Bailey leaned forward and took the head between her lips.
His palms slapped loudly against the tile above her and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming.
“I want to watch your hand move up and down your cock even more than I want to suck you right now.” Her brown eyes lifted to his. “I admit that I really want that as well.”
Chapter Twelve
Without taking his eyes off her face, Hart wrapped his fist around his length and began a slow stroking rhythm. Bailey’s eyes tracked the movement. Her lips parted and her nipples pebbled even further.
“Play with your nipples, Bailey. You have gorgeous breasts.” Shaking hands lifted to cup the firm mounds and her fingers brushed over the dark pink tips. “Just like that…roll your nipples between your fingers.”
When she reacted instantly, he
She lightly bit his lower lip as he pulled back.
Hart watched as she let the water soak her hair and body. He gave her time to wash the long tresses before his hands went to the buttons of his shirt. Stripping slowly, never taking his eyes off her, she returned his gaze as she rinsed away the conditioner.
When he was naked, he put his hands on his hips and waited as she looked him over. She licked her lips and he asked jokingly if he should turn.
“God, yes.”
He did, gave her time to absorb the view, and then stepped into the shower. He positioned his body behind her, pushed her hair to the side, and kissed her neck. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she leaned back into him.
Running his hands down her arms, he lifted her hands and placed them against the tile.
“Stay right there, Bailey.”
Squirting her body wash in his palm, he soaped her entire body from behind, slicking over her arms, shoulders, breasts, stomach, moving to her back and ass, down her legs and feet, coming back up her legs to her pussy and the cleft of her ass.
She was shaking.
As he pulled her under the water, he roamed his hands over her to make sure all the soap was rinsed away, paying special attention to her breasts and mound.
Once he was satisfied, he turned her to his chest and stroked over the back of her body in the same manner, squeezing and separating the globes of her ass in his huge hands.
He set her back against the wall away from him while he grabbed a bar of soap and washed his body. When he realized she was following his hand he smiled hungrily.
“Bailey, you look positively enthralled. Are you wet?” She nodded her head. “I’m so fucking hard I’m starting to hurt.”
Staring at his cock, she whispered, “You should stroke off so I can watch, Hart.” The instant the words left her lips, her eyes went wide in embarrassment, and she pulled her lip between her teeth.
Tossing the soap in the dish, Hart boxed her against the tile with his hands on either side of her. His voice was rough. “You want to watch me stroke my dick, Bailey?”
Her golden skin pinked lightly and he knew she considered changing her request, laughing it off, or even outright denying what she wanted.
She took a deep breath, which did beautiful things to her breasts. “I want that more than I can possibly tell you, Hart.” Swallowing hard, she asked, “No one has ever asked you to do that?” He shook his head slowly and pressed the front of his body to hers.
“I’ve always been curious. I’ve accidentally seen you naked but I never caught you stroking yourself.” Her hand slid down his side and between them to trace her fingertips along his length.
Her soft fingers on his bare cock scrambled his brain for a moment.
She ducked under his arm and sat on the bench. Spreading her knees so he could step between them, he was enthralled by the caramel folds of her pussy.
Hart moved to her slowly, his shaft jutting powerfully from his body, and when he was within touching distance, Bailey leaned forward and took the head between her lips.
His palms slapped loudly against the tile above her and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming.
“I want to watch your hand move up and down your cock even more than I want to suck you right now.” Her brown eyes lifted to his. “I admit that I really want that as well.”
Chapter Twelve
Without taking his eyes off her face, Hart wrapped his fist around his length and began a slow stroking rhythm. Bailey’s eyes tracked the movement. Her lips parted and her nipples pebbled even further.
“Play with your nipples, Bailey. You have gorgeous breasts.” Shaking hands lifted to cup the firm mounds and her fingers brushed over the dark pink tips. “Just like that…roll your nipples between your fingers.”
When she reacted instantly, he
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