that
to him. Occasionally her tone varied, louder or softer than she’d probably
wanted, but he loved that too, because it made her distinctively Sabina.
He lifted his knees, sliding his heels down the bed to give
her support, but she chose not to take it. Instead, she bent forward and
increased her pace. Their bodies slapped together. Every time she came down on
him her ass pounded his balls, sending ragged strikes of sensation deep into
him, up and around and fuck , she was good.
Harder and faster. He held her steady, watching her breasts
bounce, and let her have her way. “Oh fuck, you’re killing me.”
“Good. Count it as revenge.”
If this was revenge, it was worth leaving again for six
years. Almost. Reaching up, he cradled her breasts, tender and delicate,
savoring the jiggle when she slammed her body down onto his.
Close, so close now. But she was too. Her body tensed and
she straightened, lifting her hands from his chest and flailing until he caught
her hands in his, holding her steady.
Did she know she screamed so loudly when she came? He adored
that, hearing her cry and knowing he’d driven her so crazy.
Hot liquid flooded his balls. No more, he couldn’t take it
and when that clenching started again he grabbed her waist, sat up and held her
tight while he pulsed deep and sure inside her.
Almost as soon as they’d finished, he wanted to do it again.
But that was his problem. She was obviously exhausted, snuggling into him
limply, letting him cradle her close.
This time when he went to the bathroom, he took her with
him, letting her walk but holding her close, almost carrying her.
He used one hand to switch on the shower, waiting until the
water had warmed. That gave him time to pull off the condom and dump it in the
toilet, something she barely noticed. She had one arm around his waist and
followed him into the shower.
Hunter enjoyed washing her. It was a glass shower, the doors
frosted up to waist level, fading into clear glass above, a design he liked and
noted for future reference. He had a decent apartment in London, one of the first
things he’d bought when the band had sold enough of their first album to pay
themselves a salary. He’d like glass like this there, so he could see Sabina as
she showered and she could have fun teasing him with glimpses of her body. Oh
yes, he’d get her in that apartment for sure. It became his new ambition in
life.
Now he concentrated on washing her as gently as he could.
Reaching up, he adjusted the shower so it fell in gentle rainfall instead of
the needle point he preferred in the mornings. He needed something to wake him
up, although since he’d stopped drinking to excess, he didn’t need it so much.
Disdaining the washcloth, he grabbed the soap labeled
jasmine and used it to work up a lather between his hands. He started with her
pussy, as gentle now as he’d been ruthless before, probing gently into every
nook and cranny, pushing inside her slightly. The waxed skin felt so good under
his hands, not a hint of stubble to scrape against his palms. “That is the
definition of feminine,” he told her, and received a sleepy smile in return.
She’d half closed her eyes, but although his cock responded to the sexy, sultry
gaze, he ignored it. She was obviously past tired and while he knew she’d
welcome him for a third bout, it could wait.
He guessed she’d worked herself into exhaustion, working and
worrying. In his opinion too much. She should trust herself more. A huge
decision like the one she was about to make probably needed a lot of
concentration.
He couldn’t imagine changing his life that much. He lived
with change, reveled in it for the most part, but then it was for pleasure and
profit. Not his health.
“Will you come with me to Malmö?” he asked, striving for a
casual tone.
“Yes, I’ll come.”
He rejoiced. More time together.
Once he’d cleaned her pussy, although he wanted to linger,
he washed the rest of her just as
to him. Occasionally her tone varied, louder or softer than she’d probably
wanted, but he loved that too, because it made her distinctively Sabina.
He lifted his knees, sliding his heels down the bed to give
her support, but she chose not to take it. Instead, she bent forward and
increased her pace. Their bodies slapped together. Every time she came down on
him her ass pounded his balls, sending ragged strikes of sensation deep into
him, up and around and fuck , she was good.
Harder and faster. He held her steady, watching her breasts
bounce, and let her have her way. “Oh fuck, you’re killing me.”
“Good. Count it as revenge.”
If this was revenge, it was worth leaving again for six
years. Almost. Reaching up, he cradled her breasts, tender and delicate,
savoring the jiggle when she slammed her body down onto his.
Close, so close now. But she was too. Her body tensed and
she straightened, lifting her hands from his chest and flailing until he caught
her hands in his, holding her steady.
Did she know she screamed so loudly when she came? He adored
that, hearing her cry and knowing he’d driven her so crazy.
Hot liquid flooded his balls. No more, he couldn’t take it
and when that clenching started again he grabbed her waist, sat up and held her
tight while he pulsed deep and sure inside her.
Almost as soon as they’d finished, he wanted to do it again.
But that was his problem. She was obviously exhausted, snuggling into him
limply, letting him cradle her close.
This time when he went to the bathroom, he took her with
him, letting her walk but holding her close, almost carrying her.
He used one hand to switch on the shower, waiting until the
water had warmed. That gave him time to pull off the condom and dump it in the
toilet, something she barely noticed. She had one arm around his waist and
followed him into the shower.
Hunter enjoyed washing her. It was a glass shower, the doors
frosted up to waist level, fading into clear glass above, a design he liked and
noted for future reference. He had a decent apartment in London, one of the first
things he’d bought when the band had sold enough of their first album to pay
themselves a salary. He’d like glass like this there, so he could see Sabina as
she showered and she could have fun teasing him with glimpses of her body. Oh
yes, he’d get her in that apartment for sure. It became his new ambition in
life.
Now he concentrated on washing her as gently as he could.
Reaching up, he adjusted the shower so it fell in gentle rainfall instead of
the needle point he preferred in the mornings. He needed something to wake him
up, although since he’d stopped drinking to excess, he didn’t need it so much.
Disdaining the washcloth, he grabbed the soap labeled
jasmine and used it to work up a lather between his hands. He started with her
pussy, as gentle now as he’d been ruthless before, probing gently into every
nook and cranny, pushing inside her slightly. The waxed skin felt so good under
his hands, not a hint of stubble to scrape against his palms. “That is the
definition of feminine,” he told her, and received a sleepy smile in return.
She’d half closed her eyes, but although his cock responded to the sexy, sultry
gaze, he ignored it. She was obviously past tired and while he knew she’d
welcome him for a third bout, it could wait.
He guessed she’d worked herself into exhaustion, working and
worrying. In his opinion too much. She should trust herself more. A huge
decision like the one she was about to make probably needed a lot of
concentration.
He couldn’t imagine changing his life that much. He lived
with change, reveled in it for the most part, but then it was for pleasure and
profit. Not his health.
“Will you come with me to Malmö?” he asked, striving for a
casual tone.
“Yes, I’ll come.”
He rejoiced. More time together.
Once he’d cleaned her pussy, although he wanted to linger,
he washed the rest of her just as
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