over his shoulder at her. "Only when I get a blow-job first thing."
"Har," she said, but then he straightened and kissed her, a carnal kiss that went straight to her pussy, all tongue and heat and promises.
"You'll get your turn," he said, inclining his head toward the shower. "But one morning, know I'm going to wake you up just the same way."
She wanted to say they didn't have many mornings left, but the words wouldn't leave her throat. He stepped into the shower and reached a hand to her. She took it and he tugged her inside. He took a wash cloth, wet it, and soaped it up, then dragged the soft cloth over her skin, shoulder to shoulder, down over her breasts, cupping each one and placing a kiss on each nipple before he reached between her legs and smoothed the cloth over her tender skin.
"Spread your legs," he urged, then turned and pulled the shower head down, adjusting the pulse before aiming it between her legs.
She squealed and braced her hand on his shoulder as the pulses drummed on her clit, on her pussy, hot and arousing, like nothing she'd ever felt before. She placed one foot on the edge of the tub to open herself wider. Andrew knelt before her, looking at her intimate flesh in a way that should have embarrassed her, but only aroused her further.
"Show me where you want it," he said huskily, pressing the handle into her hand.
At first, she wasn't sure what to do, but the need for pleasure outweighed her embarrassment and she aimed the strongest pulse on her clit. He hummed his approval, and pressed two fingers into her, stroking inside her channel, drawing her wetness down, then leaning close and licking his fingers clean.
Her nipples grew hard at the sight and she lifted the water to caress her breasts before returning it between her legs.
"Could you come like this?" he asked, his fingers inside her again, stroking her, stretching her.
She shook her head.
"You want my mouth?"
She nodded mindlessly, wanting to drag his head forward and press it to her pussy, to feel his tongue flick on her clit. "I'm close."
He took the shower head from her and let it drop to the bottom of the tub, then pressed a closed-lipped kiss to her clit, humming against it, the vibration scattering her nerves. Just when she thought she might come just from that, he snaked his tongue out and glided it over her wet, swollen flesh, caressing rhythmically, drawing the swollen bud toward his lips, where he sucked lightly before licking again.
She hovered on the edge--suspected he kept her on the edge on purpose. He pushed two fingers deep inside her and she came, hard, pumping her hips against his mouth, until her legs went weak. She slid down the wall to the floor of the tub and peered up at him through her lashes as he put the shower head back in place, shut it off and filled the tub instead. His long legs barely fit as he lowered himself across from her and traced a line on her hip with his toe.
"You look ready to go back to sleep," he teased.
She actually hated that his orgasm fired him up while hers wore her out. She let her eyes drift shut as the water eddied about her. "What time is our flight back to Oahu?"
"We need to leave in about an hour."
They had dinner plans with Elizabeth and Max tonight. Elizabeth, one of her best friends for years, knew her too well for her to be able to keep this thing between her and Andrew a secret. Until she knew what would happen once they got home, she wanted to keep what was between them, well, between them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You look amazing," Elizabeth greeted Joslyn with a kiss on the cheek when Andrew and Joslyn arrived at Max's cottage that evening. Max lived a few miles inland on Oahu, in a quiet neighborhood.
Joslyn could have said the same about her friend. She couldn't believe this relaxed, barefoot woman was the same person she had to hide a cell phone from just a few months ago, so Elizabeth wouldn't work herself to death on her vacation. She
"Har," she said, but then he straightened and kissed her, a carnal kiss that went straight to her pussy, all tongue and heat and promises.
"You'll get your turn," he said, inclining his head toward the shower. "But one morning, know I'm going to wake you up just the same way."
She wanted to say they didn't have many mornings left, but the words wouldn't leave her throat. He stepped into the shower and reached a hand to her. She took it and he tugged her inside. He took a wash cloth, wet it, and soaped it up, then dragged the soft cloth over her skin, shoulder to shoulder, down over her breasts, cupping each one and placing a kiss on each nipple before he reached between her legs and smoothed the cloth over her tender skin.
"Spread your legs," he urged, then turned and pulled the shower head down, adjusting the pulse before aiming it between her legs.
She squealed and braced her hand on his shoulder as the pulses drummed on her clit, on her pussy, hot and arousing, like nothing she'd ever felt before. She placed one foot on the edge of the tub to open herself wider. Andrew knelt before her, looking at her intimate flesh in a way that should have embarrassed her, but only aroused her further.
"Show me where you want it," he said huskily, pressing the handle into her hand.
At first, she wasn't sure what to do, but the need for pleasure outweighed her embarrassment and she aimed the strongest pulse on her clit. He hummed his approval, and pressed two fingers into her, stroking inside her channel, drawing her wetness down, then leaning close and licking his fingers clean.
Her nipples grew hard at the sight and she lifted the water to caress her breasts before returning it between her legs.
"Could you come like this?" he asked, his fingers inside her again, stroking her, stretching her.
She shook her head.
"You want my mouth?"
She nodded mindlessly, wanting to drag his head forward and press it to her pussy, to feel his tongue flick on her clit. "I'm close."
He took the shower head from her and let it drop to the bottom of the tub, then pressed a closed-lipped kiss to her clit, humming against it, the vibration scattering her nerves. Just when she thought she might come just from that, he snaked his tongue out and glided it over her wet, swollen flesh, caressing rhythmically, drawing the swollen bud toward his lips, where he sucked lightly before licking again.
She hovered on the edge--suspected he kept her on the edge on purpose. He pushed two fingers deep inside her and she came, hard, pumping her hips against his mouth, until her legs went weak. She slid down the wall to the floor of the tub and peered up at him through her lashes as he put the shower head back in place, shut it off and filled the tub instead. His long legs barely fit as he lowered himself across from her and traced a line on her hip with his toe.
"You look ready to go back to sleep," he teased.
She actually hated that his orgasm fired him up while hers wore her out. She let her eyes drift shut as the water eddied about her. "What time is our flight back to Oahu?"
"We need to leave in about an hour."
They had dinner plans with Elizabeth and Max tonight. Elizabeth, one of her best friends for years, knew her too well for her to be able to keep this thing between her and Andrew a secret. Until she knew what would happen once they got home, she wanted to keep what was between them, well, between them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You look amazing," Elizabeth greeted Joslyn with a kiss on the cheek when Andrew and Joslyn arrived at Max's cottage that evening. Max lived a few miles inland on Oahu, in a quiet neighborhood.
Joslyn could have said the same about her friend. She couldn't believe this relaxed, barefoot woman was the same person she had to hide a cell phone from just a few months ago, so Elizabeth wouldn't work herself to death on her vacation. She
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