her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh
of her thigh as he came, too.
That his climax was just as hard as hers meant something to her. He’d put his whole
body into making love to her, had given her his full attention. And oh, had it been
good.
They fell slow and easy. Clay drew her against him and stroked her hair. She ran her
hands over his sweat-soaked flesh, waiting to feel…embarrassed or awkward.
She didn’t. She moved, and their skin made squishy noises.
“We’re kind of sweaty,” he said.
She laughed. “Well, it was a workout.”
“You complaining?”
“Not on your life.”
“Come on.” He dragged her from the bed to the shower—a shower big enough for more
than just the two of them. The water sprayed from both ends of the shower, and it
was like standing under a steamy waterfall. It was truly heaven. She decided she was
never leaving this warm, misty haven, especially when Clay poured some liquid soap
in his hands and washed her back. He took his time, using gentle pressure to massage
her shoulders, and then skating lower to cup her buttocks.
“There are no condoms in this shower, mister,” she teased, flinging him a scolding
look over her shoulder.
“They’re right outside, though,” he whispered, nipping her lips with a kiss as he
moved in closer. He slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her sex.
She thought she’d be tired, that she’d be done for, but his touch fired her up all
over again. She turned around and twined her arms around his neck, lifting her face
to him, to the warm spray of water.
And he kissed her, a long, arousing kiss, while his hand moved between her legs doing
incredible things to her. He slid his fingers inside her, pumping her slow and easy,
as if he had—they had—allthe time in the world. The buildup was slow, but the end result was spectacular. She
came against his hand in a hard climax that left her legs weak.
Clay stepped out of the shower for only a few seconds, returning with a condom applied
to his erect cock. Ella was still pulsing, still needy for him. She spread her legs
and used her hands to brace against the shower wall. He moved against her, lifted
one of her legs and draped it over his hip, and bent down to slide his shaft inside
her. He scooped her up by the buttocks and pushed her against the wall. And then there
was no slow and easy, just fast, hard and furious as he fucked her with relentless
strokes, grinding against her and bringing her close to orgasm again.
He latched onto her mouth with a desperate passion that she felt, too. And when she
came, he did, too, holding tight to her and shuddering against her as he groaned his
pleasure, licking at her lips and driving his tongue deep into her mouth. She took
him, all of him, blinded by delights she had only fantasized about.
After, he let her down slow and easy and they rinsed; then Clay shut off the shower
and grabbed towels for them both. She towel dried her hair but it was all she had
energy for. He took her hand and led her to his bed. She tumbled into it and Clay
followed, wrapped his big body around hers, his hand entwined with hers.
She fell asleep almost instantly.
Six
Clay woke to the feel of a warm body pressed up against him. He inhaled and Ella’s
scent surrounded him. He couldn’t resist a smile.
Okay, this was unusual. He didn’t usually spend the night with women he had sex with.
Sex, yes. Snuggling and sleeping with them, no. That spelled emotion and entanglements
and that just wasn’t his thing. His thing was his job, and most women he dated knew
he was fun and games and nothing more.
But Ella was different. This week was going to be different. He was surprised to find
that he wasn’t uncomfortable waking up next to Ella.
She shifted, wriggling her butt against his crotch, which not only woke him fully
but definitely perked up his cock. It would be nice to slide inside her and
of her thigh as he came, too.
That his climax was just as hard as hers meant something to her. He’d put his whole
body into making love to her, had given her his full attention. And oh, had it been
good.
They fell slow and easy. Clay drew her against him and stroked her hair. She ran her
hands over his sweat-soaked flesh, waiting to feel…embarrassed or awkward.
She didn’t. She moved, and their skin made squishy noises.
“We’re kind of sweaty,” he said.
She laughed. “Well, it was a workout.”
“You complaining?”
“Not on your life.”
“Come on.” He dragged her from the bed to the shower—a shower big enough for more
than just the two of them. The water sprayed from both ends of the shower, and it
was like standing under a steamy waterfall. It was truly heaven. She decided she was
never leaving this warm, misty haven, especially when Clay poured some liquid soap
in his hands and washed her back. He took his time, using gentle pressure to massage
her shoulders, and then skating lower to cup her buttocks.
“There are no condoms in this shower, mister,” she teased, flinging him a scolding
look over her shoulder.
“They’re right outside, though,” he whispered, nipping her lips with a kiss as he
moved in closer. He slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her sex.
She thought she’d be tired, that she’d be done for, but his touch fired her up all
over again. She turned around and twined her arms around his neck, lifting her face
to him, to the warm spray of water.
And he kissed her, a long, arousing kiss, while his hand moved between her legs doing
incredible things to her. He slid his fingers inside her, pumping her slow and easy,
as if he had—they had—allthe time in the world. The buildup was slow, but the end result was spectacular. She
came against his hand in a hard climax that left her legs weak.
Clay stepped out of the shower for only a few seconds, returning with a condom applied
to his erect cock. Ella was still pulsing, still needy for him. She spread her legs
and used her hands to brace against the shower wall. He moved against her, lifted
one of her legs and draped it over his hip, and bent down to slide his shaft inside
her. He scooped her up by the buttocks and pushed her against the wall. And then there
was no slow and easy, just fast, hard and furious as he fucked her with relentless
strokes, grinding against her and bringing her close to orgasm again.
He latched onto her mouth with a desperate passion that she felt, too. And when she
came, he did, too, holding tight to her and shuddering against her as he groaned his
pleasure, licking at her lips and driving his tongue deep into her mouth. She took
him, all of him, blinded by delights she had only fantasized about.
After, he let her down slow and easy and they rinsed; then Clay shut off the shower
and grabbed towels for them both. She towel dried her hair but it was all she had
energy for. He took her hand and led her to his bed. She tumbled into it and Clay
followed, wrapped his big body around hers, his hand entwined with hers.
She fell asleep almost instantly.
Six
Clay woke to the feel of a warm body pressed up against him. He inhaled and Ella’s
scent surrounded him. He couldn’t resist a smile.
Okay, this was unusual. He didn’t usually spend the night with women he had sex with.
Sex, yes. Snuggling and sleeping with them, no. That spelled emotion and entanglements
and that just wasn’t his thing. His thing was his job, and most women he dated knew
he was fun and games and nothing more.
But Ella was different. This week was going to be different. He was surprised to find
that he wasn’t uncomfortable waking up next to Ella.
She shifted, wriggling her butt against his crotch, which not only woke him fully
but definitely perked up his cock. It would be nice to slide inside her and
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