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and/or hanging out of the tub. Hannah was very comfortable nestling against him. He was so warm, and she fit against him perfectly. He leaned her forward, to wet and lather her back and her shoulders. He lightly worked her skin with the Loofah, and then guided her back against him. He scooped the warm sudsy water over her breasts. He ditched the sponge and massaged her body with his long, powerful fingers.
He played her breasts, working his fingers up and kneading the heavy, slick flesh, finishing at the delicate-skinned tips. He pinched her nipples lightly, just enough to send a jolt through her. She hummed as though she had been shocked with erotic electricity. Reflexively, she spread her legs.
“Look at that,” he murmured.
He did it again, tugging ever so slightly and Hannah’s legs widened further. He cupped her mound possessively. In fact, she was engulfed by his powerful arms and body. He grazed his thumb across her sensitive nub, causing her to clutch at her core.
John nibbled the base of her neck. He was working her; strumming her between her legs, and bothering her at one of her most sensitive places. She cried out in pleasure.
Hannah’s moans bounced off the ceramic tiles. John laughed against her neck. She could feel him hardened against the small of her back to an uncomfortable degree. She turned around to him in response, straddling him.
He slipped into her easily. The angle of entry was perfection though the hard surface of the tub was killing her knees. She sat backward on him, resting her buttocks on him. She gripped the soap holder and braced the edge of the tub and push up and down off of him.
He helped her, cupping her soapy, slick buttocks in the palm of his hands. With his support, Hannah rocked on him easily. John’s glazed over eyes were glued to them, where they joined, watching himself penetrate her. She ran her fingers through his luscious hair as she braced herself for the impending pleasure to hit.
Hannah arched toward him as she climbs the heights of passion. Without a word of warning, John climbed out of the tub with her on him. That had to take amazing strength and daring. One slip could have been a disaster for the both of them.
But he was lost in his arousal. Entranced, he walked them to her bedroom. Hannah welcomed the sensation of her bedding against her back as he rolled her onto the bed. He drove so deep inside of her. His need grew, not lessened as he pumped in and out of her. She lifted her hips toward him, to receive him. To take him as far as he could go.
Hannah pressed her slicked center, urging her pleasure on. She closed her eyes and locked onto a position as he worked in and out of her. The sugared tension curled within her, winding tightly until it snapped. She seized around his sweet steel, helplessly, blissfully. She sank into a pool of utter contentment as ripples rolled through her. Her passion tipped his, and John was soon after, crying out in a storm of pleasure.
Hannah thought he was so hot when he came. He was like a warrior, shouting out his dominance. His upper body filled the ceiling it seemed. He rose above her like a possessive giant claiming her as he spilled into her.
John kissed her lazily as their pleasure left their bodies, still entangled. He rolled to the side and Hannah scurried to pull down the bedding, so they could crawl beneath. It was sheer happiness to have her beautiful man behind her, holding her tight in her bed. It felt just about perfect.
She slept so soundly.
In the morning, she heard the sound of the door opening. Hannah rolled out of bed completely naked and threw on some pajamas to join John in the front room.
“I went home and changed,” John said. “Brought back some groceries.”
She smiled. He looked so damn handsome.
He opened box of cereal and poured them each a bowl. Cocoa Crisps.
“You are a big kid, aren’t you?” she said.
He poured almond milk on the cereal. That was new for her, but she didn’t say a
He played her breasts, working his fingers up and kneading the heavy, slick flesh, finishing at the delicate-skinned tips. He pinched her nipples lightly, just enough to send a jolt through her. She hummed as though she had been shocked with erotic electricity. Reflexively, she spread her legs.
“Look at that,” he murmured.
He did it again, tugging ever so slightly and Hannah’s legs widened further. He cupped her mound possessively. In fact, she was engulfed by his powerful arms and body. He grazed his thumb across her sensitive nub, causing her to clutch at her core.
John nibbled the base of her neck. He was working her; strumming her between her legs, and bothering her at one of her most sensitive places. She cried out in pleasure.
Hannah’s moans bounced off the ceramic tiles. John laughed against her neck. She could feel him hardened against the small of her back to an uncomfortable degree. She turned around to him in response, straddling him.
He slipped into her easily. The angle of entry was perfection though the hard surface of the tub was killing her knees. She sat backward on him, resting her buttocks on him. She gripped the soap holder and braced the edge of the tub and push up and down off of him.
He helped her, cupping her soapy, slick buttocks in the palm of his hands. With his support, Hannah rocked on him easily. John’s glazed over eyes were glued to them, where they joined, watching himself penetrate her. She ran her fingers through his luscious hair as she braced herself for the impending pleasure to hit.
Hannah arched toward him as she climbs the heights of passion. Without a word of warning, John climbed out of the tub with her on him. That had to take amazing strength and daring. One slip could have been a disaster for the both of them.
But he was lost in his arousal. Entranced, he walked them to her bedroom. Hannah welcomed the sensation of her bedding against her back as he rolled her onto the bed. He drove so deep inside of her. His need grew, not lessened as he pumped in and out of her. She lifted her hips toward him, to receive him. To take him as far as he could go.
Hannah pressed her slicked center, urging her pleasure on. She closed her eyes and locked onto a position as he worked in and out of her. The sugared tension curled within her, winding tightly until it snapped. She seized around his sweet steel, helplessly, blissfully. She sank into a pool of utter contentment as ripples rolled through her. Her passion tipped his, and John was soon after, crying out in a storm of pleasure.
Hannah thought he was so hot when he came. He was like a warrior, shouting out his dominance. His upper body filled the ceiling it seemed. He rose above her like a possessive giant claiming her as he spilled into her.
John kissed her lazily as their pleasure left their bodies, still entangled. He rolled to the side and Hannah scurried to pull down the bedding, so they could crawl beneath. It was sheer happiness to have her beautiful man behind her, holding her tight in her bed. It felt just about perfect.
She slept so soundly.
In the morning, she heard the sound of the door opening. Hannah rolled out of bed completely naked and threw on some pajamas to join John in the front room.
“I went home and changed,” John said. “Brought back some groceries.”
She smiled. He looked so damn handsome.
He opened box of cereal and poured them each a bowl. Cocoa Crisps.
“You are a big kid, aren’t you?” she said.
He poured almond milk on the cereal. That was new for her, but she didn’t say a
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