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Sawyer the Playboy with Sawyer the Lover. At least her lover. Never in a million years could she have imagined ending up in bed with him, but it was difficult to regret what had happened when she still felt so languorous and relaxed. His lovemaking had left her sated, though she was certainly ready for round two.
Nadia shook her head, reminding herself not to use the term lovemaking, though it was simply a common descriptor. She wanted no part of love with Sawyer, and it was for the best to keep the concept of Sawyer and love separate in all contexts. The last thing she needed to do was fall for the playboy billionaire during their impetuous wild fling.
The glass door of the shower stall opening interrupted her thoughts, and she turned to him with a sexy smile. He looked cautious, making her frown. “Is something wrong?”
Sawyer shook his head, his anxiety visibly abating. “Not with me, but I kind of expected morning-after regrets or a bunch of recriminations. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d kicked me out of the shower instead of welcoming me into it.”
Making an attempt to hide the fact she had been ruminating about a small number of regrets, she forced a brighter smile. “Why would I do that? It was the best sex of my life, and I’m certainly ready for another go if you are. After all, we don’t want to waste our week of orgasms.”
She thought she had struck the perfect note of lighthearted and casual, but he still frowned slightly, though he didn’t speak. He was clearly thinking about something, but definitely not in a mood to share it. Glancing down, she saw he was certainly in a mood to share something else though.
Sensuously, she doled out a palm full of slippery bath gel from the dispenser and rubbed it between her hands before dropping to her knees on the shower floor. Pulses and streams of water beat down on her head, and she was thankful she’d had the foresight to shove her newly straightened hair under a cap before getting in the shower.
He drew in a ragged breath as she encompassed the length of him in her hands, spreading the soap and prolonging his torture as she squeezed and flexed her hand around him. Once she was certain he was clean, she moved slightly to the side to allow a stream of water to land directly on his hardness. He groaned, but it seemed to be a sound of pleasure rather than pain.
A moment later, she wrapped her now suds-less hand around the base of his penis and guided the shaft toward her mouth. His hand settled on her shower cap with a crackling plastic sound as he pressed lightly against her head. Feeling confident and naughty, she opened her mouth and took as much of him as she could in one smooth motion. He groaned and thrust his hips, clearly not expecting her to move so quickly or take so much.
Nadia sucked and bobbed her head as her tongue stroked him, all the while continuing to rotate the hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He was hard in her hand, and she could feel him swelling in her mouth a second before he started to twitch. He came with a soft moan, and she swallowed his release, leaning her head slightly to the side to wash away in a discreet manner what she couldn’t contain.
A moment later, he had her on her feet again, this time his hands soaped and moving over her body. She didn’t bother to protest or tell him she had already washed. Instead, she enjoyed his soap-slippery hands moving across her breasts, teasing her nipples, and roaming down her sides. One hand moved between her legs, so she parted her thighs as much as possible in the position, and then whimpered when he sank two fingers deep inside her as his thumb circled her clit. She arched against him, enjoying the stimulation, even as she wished it was his cock instead.
As though he had read her mind, Sawyer pulled her closer to him, her soapy chest rubbing against his and pressing her crinkled nipples into the lightly haired chest against hers. They both gasped at the
Nadia shook her head, reminding herself not to use the term lovemaking, though it was simply a common descriptor. She wanted no part of love with Sawyer, and it was for the best to keep the concept of Sawyer and love separate in all contexts. The last thing she needed to do was fall for the playboy billionaire during their impetuous wild fling.
The glass door of the shower stall opening interrupted her thoughts, and she turned to him with a sexy smile. He looked cautious, making her frown. “Is something wrong?”
Sawyer shook his head, his anxiety visibly abating. “Not with me, but I kind of expected morning-after regrets or a bunch of recriminations. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d kicked me out of the shower instead of welcoming me into it.”
Making an attempt to hide the fact she had been ruminating about a small number of regrets, she forced a brighter smile. “Why would I do that? It was the best sex of my life, and I’m certainly ready for another go if you are. After all, we don’t want to waste our week of orgasms.”
She thought she had struck the perfect note of lighthearted and casual, but he still frowned slightly, though he didn’t speak. He was clearly thinking about something, but definitely not in a mood to share it. Glancing down, she saw he was certainly in a mood to share something else though.
Sensuously, she doled out a palm full of slippery bath gel from the dispenser and rubbed it between her hands before dropping to her knees on the shower floor. Pulses and streams of water beat down on her head, and she was thankful she’d had the foresight to shove her newly straightened hair under a cap before getting in the shower.
He drew in a ragged breath as she encompassed the length of him in her hands, spreading the soap and prolonging his torture as she squeezed and flexed her hand around him. Once she was certain he was clean, she moved slightly to the side to allow a stream of water to land directly on his hardness. He groaned, but it seemed to be a sound of pleasure rather than pain.
A moment later, she wrapped her now suds-less hand around the base of his penis and guided the shaft toward her mouth. His hand settled on her shower cap with a crackling plastic sound as he pressed lightly against her head. Feeling confident and naughty, she opened her mouth and took as much of him as she could in one smooth motion. He groaned and thrust his hips, clearly not expecting her to move so quickly or take so much.
Nadia sucked and bobbed her head as her tongue stroked him, all the while continuing to rotate the hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He was hard in her hand, and she could feel him swelling in her mouth a second before he started to twitch. He came with a soft moan, and she swallowed his release, leaning her head slightly to the side to wash away in a discreet manner what she couldn’t contain.
A moment later, he had her on her feet again, this time his hands soaped and moving over her body. She didn’t bother to protest or tell him she had already washed. Instead, she enjoyed his soap-slippery hands moving across her breasts, teasing her nipples, and roaming down her sides. One hand moved between her legs, so she parted her thighs as much as possible in the position, and then whimpered when he sank two fingers deep inside her as his thumb circled her clit. She arched against him, enjoying the stimulation, even as she wished it was his cock instead.
As though he had read her mind, Sawyer pulled her closer to him, her soapy chest rubbing against his and pressing her crinkled nipples into the lightly haired chest against hers. They both gasped at the
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