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“Just think of it as a beginning,” I said, leaning over to pull her tank top back down. “Like a couple of horny teenagers.”
“I didn’t even dry hump as a teenager,” she argued.
“Now you know what you were missing,” I said with a grin. “We have time, Sasha, let’s play a little bit.”
Sasha pouted prettily at my words and said, “We only have two weeks.”
I leaned down and nuzzled her neck with my nose, then licked and bit softly before promising, “That’s three-hundred-and-thirty-six hours, Red. Now c’mon, let’s get cleaned up and have some breakfast.”
I rolled off her, aware of the sticky mess in my shorts, but feeling pretty damn good about it, then reached out to help her out of the bed. When she was standing before me, I bent down to kiss her again, smacking her on the ass and saying, “See you in a minute.”
I turned the water on blast, then turned and took off my shorts, throwing them in the hamper in the corner. I stepped under the hot spray and closed my eyes, moaning as it hit my shoulders. I couldn’t erase the shit-eating grin that I wore.
What a great way to start the day.
I jumped, startled, when Sasha’s hand touched my back. I turned slowly and my grin widened when I saw her standing before me, wearing only a smile.
“What are you doin’, Red?” I asked, my voice husky and my dick springing to life at the site of her perfect alabaster body.
“Just playin’,” she responded saucily, as she stepped in and under the water.
My breath caught as she moved past me and bent her head back and into the water. I watched as her hair slicked back and the water ran down every inch of her supple form. She lifted her head back up and quirked a brow at me.
“You gonna stand there all day, or are you going to grab the soap and rub me down?”
I grabbed the soap and squirted it in my hand, then began to lather it up and apply it to her breasts.
“I never knew you were a boob man,” Sasha said through heavy lids.
“Neither did I,” I answered, moving lower to pay homage to the rest of her.
I dropped to my knees as I washed her long luscious legs, leaning in every few seconds to run my tongue along her skin. She moaned at every lick, and before long I could no longer think. I was so turned on by the sounds she was making, I just reacted. I skimmed my hands up the back of her thighs, pausing to cup her behind and bring her closer to my lips. Once I was in prime position, I ran my tongue up her thigh and paused to look up at her, dipping my head and getting my first taste of her. At first contact, Sasha grabbed onto my shoulders to brace herself, and moaned loudly.
“Yes!” she called out in a throaty voice, and
when she said, “Add your fingers,” my dick went on high alert.
I did as she asked, pumping my fingers in her as I licked and sucked, my movements timed by her reactions. When her legs began to quiver and she fisted her hand in my hair, I knew she was close, so I flicked her clit with my tongue, then brought it into my mouth and suckled it until she screamed my name.
Once she finished trembling, I got to my feet and fused my lips to hers, eager to touch her, feel her, taste her … My body so aroused I was ready to beg her to touch me in turn. Sasha kissed me back frantically, her tongue moving through my mouth as her hands explored my body. I grabbed her hand and moved it to my throbbing cock.
“Do you want me to …” She started to go down on her knees to return the favor, but I shook my head, almost manic with need.
“No time … just touch me,” I begged, unashamed and eager to reach my own release.
Sasha stroked my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. I braced my hands against the wall behind her and shuttered as her lips trailed along my neck. It didn’t take long for me to come for the second time that morning.
Did I say it was a great day? Looked like it had the makings to be a fantastic fucking day!
Chapter 12 – Sasha
I hadn’t been able to stop smiling all day. I’m sure it was pretty annoying to everyone around me, but starting the day with two orgasms was enough to cheer up even the most cynical person.
I paused at the entry of the deli where I was meeting Shelly for lunch when my phone signaled a text.
I’ll pick you up at 6 for dinner. And, Red, wear jeans, tennis shoes and socks.
“What has you all giddy?” Shelly asked from a few feet in front of me.
