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Authors: E. J. Adams
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Chapter 1
It was amazing how much the past 24 hours had changed my life. I went from a hopeful college graduate to having a fabulous new career and starting a relationship with the man of my dreams. My first night with Brandon was filled with passion beyond anything I had ever experienced before. It was pure ecstasy.
I woke early, having slept like a baby. Apparently, mind-blowing sex has that positive side effect on me. Oh, the sex! I checked the bed beside me to confirm that last night really happened. Brandon was fast asleep stretched out on his back with the covers pulled just above his stomach. Yep, it was all real.
I caught myself staring at him as he slept. Hot damn, he is gorgeous. Even though I had committed his nakedness to memory, I lifted the covers to sneak a quick peak. I giggled at my naughtiness as I hopped out of bed.
I padded across the bedroom and into the marble laden bathroom. I closed the door and headed for the shower. I remembered that California was in severe drought. I stepped over to the sink and ran the water there to heat the water. I couldn't step in a cold shower, but I could at least use a fraction of the water to get it nice and warm.
I looked at myself in the mirror as I held my finger under the water to test the temperature. I had never considered myself especially sexy. After last night, however, I was seeing myself in a different light.
I wasn't delusional. I didn't think that I looked like some super model, or Chelsea. But Brandon helped bring something out of me. His desire for me and the sexual ecstasy of the night before was liberating.
As the water warmed, I turned off the faucet, turned on the shower, and stepped in. I let the water wash over me. I shampooed, conditioned, and then lathered with the sweet smelling hair products and soap. I was rinsing when I heard the shower door open behind me. I turned and Brandon was there.
I wasn't completely sure what he had in mind. I didn't think that we could comfortably have sex in the confined space. Yes, I could climb on him like I did when we dry humped in the living room, but I would likely hit my head on the shower's ceiling. I loved the idea of shower sex, but not enough to give myself a concussion.
While I was feeling liberated. I didn't feel liberated enough to go down on him just yet. But, I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. And the look in Brandon's eyes said he was horny.
“Good morning. May I join you?” He said stepping in, not bothering to wait for a response.
“Okay. But only if you let me wash you. There is a drought, you know,” I said with a smile.
“Sounds wonderful,” he replied.
“Um, you'll need to wash your hair. It might be tough for me to reach and I, I don't think there is quite enough room for you to bend over. But I'll start lathering up the rest of you.”
“Sounds like an efficient, and rather sexy, plan,” he replied as he reached for the shampoo.
I started lathering Brandon's shoulders and worked my way down his back. His muscles rippled as he scrubbed his hair. I spent a little extra time to massage his buttocks as I washed. I moved down his long, toned legs.
“Okay, turn around,” I instructed.
Brandon complied.
“Be gentle,” he teased.
“I don't make any promises.”
I ran my soapy hands down his chest. I traced the contours of his muscles. I encircled his nipples with my finger. I noticed that they reacted like mine had last night. Hmm. Chelsea had said that some guys got aroused there.
“Turn off the water,” I said.
Brandon complied without question.
I teased his left nipple with my tongue. Then his right.
Brandon's penis pressed against me as it firmed. Okay, so that has an effect on him. I lathered my hand with soap and reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. It throbbed as blood rushed through its veins.
I began slow and then quickened the motion of stroking his long shaft. Brandon pressed himself against the back wall of the shower to
It was amazing how much the past 24 hours had changed my life. I went from a hopeful college graduate to having a fabulous new career and starting a relationship with the man of my dreams. My first night with Brandon was filled with passion beyond anything I had ever experienced before. It was pure ecstasy.
I woke early, having slept like a baby. Apparently, mind-blowing sex has that positive side effect on me. Oh, the sex! I checked the bed beside me to confirm that last night really happened. Brandon was fast asleep stretched out on his back with the covers pulled just above his stomach. Yep, it was all real.
I caught myself staring at him as he slept. Hot damn, he is gorgeous. Even though I had committed his nakedness to memory, I lifted the covers to sneak a quick peak. I giggled at my naughtiness as I hopped out of bed.
I padded across the bedroom and into the marble laden bathroom. I closed the door and headed for the shower. I remembered that California was in severe drought. I stepped over to the sink and ran the water there to heat the water. I couldn't step in a cold shower, but I could at least use a fraction of the water to get it nice and warm.
I looked at myself in the mirror as I held my finger under the water to test the temperature. I had never considered myself especially sexy. After last night, however, I was seeing myself in a different light.
I wasn't delusional. I didn't think that I looked like some super model, or Chelsea. But Brandon helped bring something out of me. His desire for me and the sexual ecstasy of the night before was liberating.
As the water warmed, I turned off the faucet, turned on the shower, and stepped in. I let the water wash over me. I shampooed, conditioned, and then lathered with the sweet smelling hair products and soap. I was rinsing when I heard the shower door open behind me. I turned and Brandon was there.
I wasn't completely sure what he had in mind. I didn't think that we could comfortably have sex in the confined space. Yes, I could climb on him like I did when we dry humped in the living room, but I would likely hit my head on the shower's ceiling. I loved the idea of shower sex, but not enough to give myself a concussion.
While I was feeling liberated. I didn't feel liberated enough to go down on him just yet. But, I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. And the look in Brandon's eyes said he was horny.
“Good morning. May I join you?” He said stepping in, not bothering to wait for a response.
“Okay. But only if you let me wash you. There is a drought, you know,” I said with a smile.
“Sounds wonderful,” he replied.
“Um, you'll need to wash your hair. It might be tough for me to reach and I, I don't think there is quite enough room for you to bend over. But I'll start lathering up the rest of you.”
“Sounds like an efficient, and rather sexy, plan,” he replied as he reached for the shampoo.
I started lathering Brandon's shoulders and worked my way down his back. His muscles rippled as he scrubbed his hair. I spent a little extra time to massage his buttocks as I washed. I moved down his long, toned legs.
“Okay, turn around,” I instructed.
Brandon complied.
“Be gentle,” he teased.
“I don't make any promises.”
I ran my soapy hands down his chest. I traced the contours of his muscles. I encircled his nipples with my finger. I noticed that they reacted like mine had last night. Hmm. Chelsea had said that some guys got aroused there.
“Turn off the water,” I said.
Brandon complied without question.
I teased his left nipple with my tongue. Then his right.
Brandon's penis pressed against me as it firmed. Okay, so that has an effect on him. I lathered my hand with soap and reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. It throbbed as blood rushed through its veins.
I began slow and then quickened the motion of stroking his long shaft. Brandon pressed himself against the back wall of the shower to
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