Eric’s erection pressing against her belly. Gently she rotated her hips, rubbing herself against him. “Stop it Natasha.” Eric’s voice warned her. He stepped back, putting some space between them.
“We’re here to have a shower.” He reminded her when he saw the disappointment on her face. “Insatiable aren’t you? I think I’ve created a monster.” He teased bending down to drop a quick kiss on her lips before picking up the soap and a wash cloth, lathering it up.
He started to wash Natasha’s face then moved down over her neck, her shoulders, before spending some time smoothing the wash cloth over her breasts, giving her nipples special attention. Under his gentle caress, they hardened under his careful administrations.
Natasha sighed and kept still, the warm water running down her body as Eric bathed her. He continued on his path down her body, smoothing the wash cloth over her stomach then lower, brushing his way through her narrow strip of curls before reaching between her legs.
Natasha spread her legs to make it easier for Eric and he gently swept the wash cloth backwards and forwards between them, lightly brushing her clitoris with each stroke.
Natasha’s breathing got a little faster, but Eric suddenly moved on with the wash cloth, running it down one of her thighs. He dropped to his knees in front of her, carefully massaging the wash cloth over her knees, down her legs to her ankles.
“Lift your foot.” Eric said and Natasha obediently lifted it, supporting herself on Eric’s shoulder. He carefully washed her foot, even cleaning between each toe. It was surprisingly erotic having him wash her the way he was, spending so much time on every inch of her skin.
Once he’d finished on one foot, he got Natasha to swap and he started slowly moving his way back up her body. Natasha couldn’t believe how much it was turning her on, just having Eric bathe her. As he got to her knee, he suddenly bent forward, sliding his tongue between her thighs, parting her lips and flicking his tongue over her clitoris. He flicked it and sucked on it until Natasha’s legs started shaking.
Eric stopped, glancing up at her, the water plastering his hair against his head, running down his face, then streaming over his magnificent muscled chest. He stopped what he was doing with his tongue and continued to bathe her, working his way back up her stomach and breasts and Natasha thought she was going to scream from frustration.
Eric’s constant teasing of her pleasure points, which seemed to be most of her body, was driving her crazy. She really didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to take it for. She badly wanted to touch him, but the look of concentration on Eric’s face was so adorable, she was determined to keep still and let him continue with his slow, seductive washing of her body, even if it killed her.
He pulled himself to his feet again, turning Natasha until her back was against him and gently soaped over her shoulders, down her back, caressing the curve of her lower back before using the wash cloth gently between her buttocks.
Natasha’s skin felt so sensitive by the time Eric had finished bathing her. She leaned back against him, but he didn’t allow her the enjoyment of being close to him, instead spinning her around, so she was facing him again. He held the wash cloth out to her.
“My turn now.” He said and Natasha swallowed nervously. She’d never bathed anyone else in her life before and definitely not a man and certainly not one like Eric.
Taking the wash cloth from his fingers, Natasha lathered it up with the soap, then tentatively touched the cloth to Eric’s cheek, gently washing his face, using her other hand to push his wet hair back of his forehead. She then washed down his neck, across his shoulders, before moving slowly over his chest, circling his nipples, watching as they hardened.
She followed the wash cloth with her other hand, pretending to wash the soap
“We’re here to have a shower.” He reminded her when he saw the disappointment on her face. “Insatiable aren’t you? I think I’ve created a monster.” He teased bending down to drop a quick kiss on her lips before picking up the soap and a wash cloth, lathering it up.
He started to wash Natasha’s face then moved down over her neck, her shoulders, before spending some time smoothing the wash cloth over her breasts, giving her nipples special attention. Under his gentle caress, they hardened under his careful administrations.
Natasha sighed and kept still, the warm water running down her body as Eric bathed her. He continued on his path down her body, smoothing the wash cloth over her stomach then lower, brushing his way through her narrow strip of curls before reaching between her legs.
Natasha spread her legs to make it easier for Eric and he gently swept the wash cloth backwards and forwards between them, lightly brushing her clitoris with each stroke.
Natasha’s breathing got a little faster, but Eric suddenly moved on with the wash cloth, running it down one of her thighs. He dropped to his knees in front of her, carefully massaging the wash cloth over her knees, down her legs to her ankles.
“Lift your foot.” Eric said and Natasha obediently lifted it, supporting herself on Eric’s shoulder. He carefully washed her foot, even cleaning between each toe. It was surprisingly erotic having him wash her the way he was, spending so much time on every inch of her skin.
Once he’d finished on one foot, he got Natasha to swap and he started slowly moving his way back up her body. Natasha couldn’t believe how much it was turning her on, just having Eric bathe her. As he got to her knee, he suddenly bent forward, sliding his tongue between her thighs, parting her lips and flicking his tongue over her clitoris. He flicked it and sucked on it until Natasha’s legs started shaking.
Eric stopped, glancing up at her, the water plastering his hair against his head, running down his face, then streaming over his magnificent muscled chest. He stopped what he was doing with his tongue and continued to bathe her, working his way back up her stomach and breasts and Natasha thought she was going to scream from frustration.
Eric’s constant teasing of her pleasure points, which seemed to be most of her body, was driving her crazy. She really didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to take it for. She badly wanted to touch him, but the look of concentration on Eric’s face was so adorable, she was determined to keep still and let him continue with his slow, seductive washing of her body, even if it killed her.
He pulled himself to his feet again, turning Natasha until her back was against him and gently soaped over her shoulders, down her back, caressing the curve of her lower back before using the wash cloth gently between her buttocks.
Natasha’s skin felt so sensitive by the time Eric had finished bathing her. She leaned back against him, but he didn’t allow her the enjoyment of being close to him, instead spinning her around, so she was facing him again. He held the wash cloth out to her.
“My turn now.” He said and Natasha swallowed nervously. She’d never bathed anyone else in her life before and definitely not a man and certainly not one like Eric.
Taking the wash cloth from his fingers, Natasha lathered it up with the soap, then tentatively touched the cloth to Eric’s cheek, gently washing his face, using her other hand to push his wet hair back of his forehead. She then washed down his neck, across his shoulders, before moving slowly over his chest, circling his nipples, watching as they hardened.
She followed the wash cloth with her other hand, pretending to wash the soap
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