believe he was lucky enough to be the guy to christen the exotic grotto with her. He tugged her gently into the space, had her sit on the bench and placed the paddle next to her. She eyed it with part trepidation, part interest shining in her eyes.
“We’ll get to it in a moment,” he assured her. “First, I want to wash away your hard day.” Turning to the jet panel on one end, he started a fine spray of warm water. He adjusted the flow so that it hit Emily. She started at the impact, then closed her eyes and enjoyed the pulsing water. He did the same thing with the second panel on the other end so that they were both enveloped in a soothing cloud of water. He took her by the shoulders and stood her up. Her body, already pink and slick, molded against his as he wrung another deep kiss from her mouth.
He could have stayed that way for hours, feasting on her, reveling in the pleasure of his cock nestled against her. But there was more fun to be had. Letting her go, he reached for the liquid soap he had grabbed earlier from her guest bathroom. He really had wanted to make this a welcoming gift for her when she came home. He pumped a handful into both palms and starting with her shoulders, lathered it down the front of her body. He spent a few minutes on each section, caressing her skin, massaging away the stress he knew lurked within her muscles. When he reached her breasts, he stayed even longer, pleasing himself by playing with one of his favorite natural toys. His thumbs made lazy circles around her nipples, then flicked their nails across the tips to tease them more erect. Her eyes closed, Emily moaned softly, her body swayed towards him.
He held her back, however. The tension needed to build for the both of them. When he was satisfied that her sensitive nipples could take no more, he moved down to her belly and lower still to the junction between her thighs. He swirled the foam through the snatch of hair and then slipped a finger between her folds. She gasped and bucked her hips against his touch. He grabbed her waist with his other hand to hold her in place and proceeded to torment her a bit more with short, hard strokes. He felt her climax building and couldn’t resist giving into her unspoken demand. He let go of her waist and cupped her gorgeous ass as he worked her clit with fast circles of his finger.
Her head fell back. Short pants passed her lips. She was close, so close. He slipped a soapy finger inside the tight ring of her asshole. She rewarded him with a gasp of pleasure and a cry for relief. He gave it to her.
“Come now, Emily,” he commanded.
She fell against his body and clung to him as the orgasm rocked through her. When she started to slide down, he had to grab her. He brought her closer to the spray on one end and rinsed the soap off her body. Then he sat her back on the bench and gave her a moment to catch her breath. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back.
“Ready for round two?” he asked.
Her eyes went wide, but before she could respond, he pulled her up again and turned her to the wall. He placed her hands on the grab bar. “Hold on to this and don’t let go until I tell you to. Understand?” She nodded. He kneeled down to position her right foot onto the ceramic shelf he had added in. It forced her leg up, giving him easy access to her cunt from behind. He intended to fill that lovely cocoon soon. Not yet, though. Instead, he goosed her with a short, hard bite on her ass.
He stood and positioned his mouth beside her ear. “I’m sure you’ve been a naughty girl this week, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied in hushed voice barely audible over the running water.
For a few seconds, he relished hearing his woman call him master. The sexual joy of playing was always heightened by this simple acknowledgment of his power. He knew for this woman in particular, powerful in so many ways, it
“We’ll get to it in a moment,” he assured her. “First, I want to wash away your hard day.” Turning to the jet panel on one end, he started a fine spray of warm water. He adjusted the flow so that it hit Emily. She started at the impact, then closed her eyes and enjoyed the pulsing water. He did the same thing with the second panel on the other end so that they were both enveloped in a soothing cloud of water. He took her by the shoulders and stood her up. Her body, already pink and slick, molded against his as he wrung another deep kiss from her mouth.
He could have stayed that way for hours, feasting on her, reveling in the pleasure of his cock nestled against her. But there was more fun to be had. Letting her go, he reached for the liquid soap he had grabbed earlier from her guest bathroom. He really had wanted to make this a welcoming gift for her when she came home. He pumped a handful into both palms and starting with her shoulders, lathered it down the front of her body. He spent a few minutes on each section, caressing her skin, massaging away the stress he knew lurked within her muscles. When he reached her breasts, he stayed even longer, pleasing himself by playing with one of his favorite natural toys. His thumbs made lazy circles around her nipples, then flicked their nails across the tips to tease them more erect. Her eyes closed, Emily moaned softly, her body swayed towards him.
He held her back, however. The tension needed to build for the both of them. When he was satisfied that her sensitive nipples could take no more, he moved down to her belly and lower still to the junction between her thighs. He swirled the foam through the snatch of hair and then slipped a finger between her folds. She gasped and bucked her hips against his touch. He grabbed her waist with his other hand to hold her in place and proceeded to torment her a bit more with short, hard strokes. He felt her climax building and couldn’t resist giving into her unspoken demand. He let go of her waist and cupped her gorgeous ass as he worked her clit with fast circles of his finger.
Her head fell back. Short pants passed her lips. She was close, so close. He slipped a soapy finger inside the tight ring of her asshole. She rewarded him with a gasp of pleasure and a cry for relief. He gave it to her.
“Come now, Emily,” he commanded.
She fell against his body and clung to him as the orgasm rocked through her. When she started to slide down, he had to grab her. He brought her closer to the spray on one end and rinsed the soap off her body. Then he sat her back on the bench and gave her a moment to catch her breath. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back.
“Ready for round two?” he asked.
Her eyes went wide, but before she could respond, he pulled her up again and turned her to the wall. He placed her hands on the grab bar. “Hold on to this and don’t let go until I tell you to. Understand?” She nodded. He kneeled down to position her right foot onto the ceramic shelf he had added in. It forced her leg up, giving him easy access to her cunt from behind. He intended to fill that lovely cocoon soon. Not yet, though. Instead, he goosed her with a short, hard bite on her ass.
He stood and positioned his mouth beside her ear. “I’m sure you’ve been a naughty girl this week, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied in hushed voice barely audible over the running water.
For a few seconds, he relished hearing his woman call him master. The sexual joy of playing was always heightened by this simple acknowledgment of his power. He knew for this woman in particular, powerful in so many ways, it
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