It’ll give you more time to wake up.’
After Grayson rolled out of bed, Lauren squinted at the illuminated clock face. It was 4.30. As far as she was concerned, that was the middle of the night. Where on earth was Grayson going at this time in the morning? She groaned as she remembered the chickens and the other livestock. Perhaps he had a herd of cows to milk as well.
Curiosity propelled her out of bed and she staggered into the bathroom, a sheet clutched to her chest. Grayson was already in the shower, whistling a Johnny Cash song. Lauren cringed at his exuberance and only stopped to admire his muscular body through the clear shower glass. Grayson had the kind of muscles achieved by hard physical labour, not the sculptured perfection of a city gym attendee.
He rinsed off his hair and smiled. Before she could scuttle away, he opened the shower door and pulled her inside, sheet and all. She shrieked as he tried to make her face the spray.
‘You’re not a morning person, are you?’
He chuckled as he turned her against his broad chest, shielding her from the worst of the lukewarm water. Lauren began to revive as Grayson’s large hands smoothed down the length of her spine and back up. Leaning forwards, she licked droplets of water from his chest, enjoying the mixture of scents and tastes.
His fingers strayed lower, sliding down between her buttocks, probing her slick entrance. His tone became caressing. ‘Do you think you could manage a little loving before we head out?’
Lauren stood on tiptoe, enjoying the sensation of his cock pressed against her stomach. Grayson put his hands around her waist and lifted her until the tip of his shaft grazed her clit. He leant back against the shower wall, his eyes half-closed as he rocked his hips. Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her right foot over his hip, straining to guide him inside.
Grayson’s firm grip around Lauren’s waist stopped her moving closer. With a helpless sound, she could only watch, mesmerised as he slid in and out of her in a steady, shallow, tantalising rhythm.
When Grayson bent his head and lazily licked her nipple in the same arousing pattern, Lauren closed her eyes. His teeth grazed her skin and she jumped.
‘Watch me, Lauren, watch my cock.’
The sliding, gliding pressure began to build as her sex swelled and she grew wet.
‘Please, Grayson,’ she urged, trying to pull him deeper, ‘please . . .’
He slid a little further down the tiled shower wall, bringing her closer to him. ‘Are you awake now, darlin’? Can you take a little more or should we be getting along? Those chickens need feeding.’
Lauren dug her nails into his biceps and he winced. ‘Don’t you dare leave me like this, or I’ll be feeding you to the chickens.’
He laughed then and brought her down on top of him in one swift motion. Lauren gulped at the sudden exquisite fullness and came with him as he drove himself inside her.
He held her close, his cock still buried inside her. He allowed the water to drum against his back as he gently soaped her skin and washed her hair. She allowed him to cherish her, amazed at how carefully he touched her despite his strength and superior height. Her eyes closed as she relaxed under his hands.
‘What a great way to start the day,’ Grayson murmured as he put her down and kissed her mouth. ‘Of course, I’ll have to set the alarm earlier if it’s going to become a habit of yours to seduce me in the shower, Mrs Turner.’
Before Lauren could reply, he helped her out of the shower and dried her briskly, ignoring her attempts to help herself. When he set her free, she stepped into the denim skirt and retrieved a long-sleeved T-shirt from her overnight bag.
Grayson wandered over, in the act of zipping his jeans as she selected a pair of panties. He took them from her and knelt at her feet.
‘You don’t really need these.’
Lauren stared down at him. ‘It’s cold out there – I might catch a
After Grayson rolled out of bed, Lauren squinted at the illuminated clock face. It was 4.30. As far as she was concerned, that was the middle of the night. Where on earth was Grayson going at this time in the morning? She groaned as she remembered the chickens and the other livestock. Perhaps he had a herd of cows to milk as well.
Curiosity propelled her out of bed and she staggered into the bathroom, a sheet clutched to her chest. Grayson was already in the shower, whistling a Johnny Cash song. Lauren cringed at his exuberance and only stopped to admire his muscular body through the clear shower glass. Grayson had the kind of muscles achieved by hard physical labour, not the sculptured perfection of a city gym attendee.
He rinsed off his hair and smiled. Before she could scuttle away, he opened the shower door and pulled her inside, sheet and all. She shrieked as he tried to make her face the spray.
‘You’re not a morning person, are you?’
He chuckled as he turned her against his broad chest, shielding her from the worst of the lukewarm water. Lauren began to revive as Grayson’s large hands smoothed down the length of her spine and back up. Leaning forwards, she licked droplets of water from his chest, enjoying the mixture of scents and tastes.
His fingers strayed lower, sliding down between her buttocks, probing her slick entrance. His tone became caressing. ‘Do you think you could manage a little loving before we head out?’
Lauren stood on tiptoe, enjoying the sensation of his cock pressed against her stomach. Grayson put his hands around her waist and lifted her until the tip of his shaft grazed her clit. He leant back against the shower wall, his eyes half-closed as he rocked his hips. Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her right foot over his hip, straining to guide him inside.
Grayson’s firm grip around Lauren’s waist stopped her moving closer. With a helpless sound, she could only watch, mesmerised as he slid in and out of her in a steady, shallow, tantalising rhythm.
When Grayson bent his head and lazily licked her nipple in the same arousing pattern, Lauren closed her eyes. His teeth grazed her skin and she jumped.
‘Watch me, Lauren, watch my cock.’
The sliding, gliding pressure began to build as her sex swelled and she grew wet.
‘Please, Grayson,’ she urged, trying to pull him deeper, ‘please . . .’
He slid a little further down the tiled shower wall, bringing her closer to him. ‘Are you awake now, darlin’? Can you take a little more or should we be getting along? Those chickens need feeding.’
Lauren dug her nails into his biceps and he winced. ‘Don’t you dare leave me like this, or I’ll be feeding you to the chickens.’
He laughed then and brought her down on top of him in one swift motion. Lauren gulped at the sudden exquisite fullness and came with him as he drove himself inside her.
He held her close, his cock still buried inside her. He allowed the water to drum against his back as he gently soaped her skin and washed her hair. She allowed him to cherish her, amazed at how carefully he touched her despite his strength and superior height. Her eyes closed as she relaxed under his hands.
‘What a great way to start the day,’ Grayson murmured as he put her down and kissed her mouth. ‘Of course, I’ll have to set the alarm earlier if it’s going to become a habit of yours to seduce me in the shower, Mrs Turner.’
Before Lauren could reply, he helped her out of the shower and dried her briskly, ignoring her attempts to help herself. When he set her free, she stepped into the denim skirt and retrieved a long-sleeved T-shirt from her overnight bag.
Grayson wandered over, in the act of zipping his jeans as she selected a pair of panties. He took them from her and knelt at her feet.
‘You don’t really need these.’
Lauren stared down at him. ‘It’s cold out there – I might catch a
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