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Her tongue licked her lips as she watched his fingers slide his jeans down. His cock sprung free, fully erect.
Before she could object he pulled her towards him thrusting his cock into her abdomen. She followed the gentle pull of his hands to the shower unaware that she was doing so.
The water hit her hard. Cold at first stealing her breath away. “Well that didn’t work out.” Then the water’s temperature began to rise. “Turn around.” She did what she was told. His hands on her shoulders. He reached up and pulled the shower head down soaking her hair before returning it to the hanger.
The sweet aroma of the shampoo was immediately smelled and intoxicating as his fingers ran through her hair, messaging the scent into her scalp. Taylor’s head leaned back into his hands and relished the glorious moment.
A bittersweet feeling came over her when his long, strong fingers left her hair. Again the hot water was running through her hair as he rinsed the soap, then just as before he messaged every nerve ending her scalp had with conditioner.
Just when she thought he had taken her to every level possible, he picked it up yet another notch. After finishing her hair, he pulled it tight rolling it into a twist. Taylor watched over her shoulder as he put some body gel in his palm and began working it into a lather.
His hands started with her neck working their way to her shoulders and if felt as if she were receiving a deep tissue massage. Then down her arms continuing the same tight squeeze as he cleaned thoroughly, even under her arms.
His fingers worked her back as if he knew it better than Taylor did. Hitting all the right spots and working out any tension she had there.
Damien slid around to her front resting his chin on her shoulder as he washed there now. Slowly working his way to her breast. Over and over he worked them. Squeezing each nipple. Her head fell back to rest on his shoulder as every ounce of strength was leaving her body.
“Ow!” She cried out as his thumb and forefinger squeezed each nipple. Rolling them. Her hands came to his, not to pull away but to loosen his grip.
He squeezed tightly making her wince and push back against him. “Drop your hands.” His voice was stern letting her know if she didn’t, there would be consequences. Thank God, she thought the minute her hands reached her sides again, he released them.
Again he squeezed and again she pushed back to him. She was ready to scream out when he released moving slowly down again. He slowly dipped a finger into her navel then continued his journey south.
His finger slid between her netherlips before coming back up and around to her puckered hole. Again she was thankful because he didn’t stay long. Everything that she had done with him, and yet she was embarrassed suddenly by the fact that he was literally washing her ass.
“Don’t be embarrassed. This is for my pleasure. It pleasures me to do this.” His voice was deep but she could hear the arousal as he knelt behind her and tapped her calf for her to pick up her foot. She lay her hands flat against the shower wall for balance while picking up her foot. He washed every inch of it then repeated on the other side.
He stood pulling the shower head free again as he began rinsing her body. Starting from her neck then moving down, until all of her was rinsed. She felt fresh, clean, and now ready to get messy again.
He turned her back towards him and knelt in front of her, still holding the shower head, he smiled. She had no idea what he was up to but she didn’t really care. For his pleasure she kept telling herself. But somehow she couldn’t help but to think this was her pleasure as well. She had went from embarrassment to pleasure seeking and enjoying the feel of his hands.
He bent one leg so that his foot was flat on the floor, while reaching down grabbing her right ankle pulling her foot up, then sitting it down on his knee. She watched as he adjusted the shower head spray to more forceful. She grew nervous, wondering what he had in store for her.
Do I move my leg? Do I ask him not to? What the hell am I supposed to do?
“Relax Sweet. That’s what you do. Close your eyes.” She hesitated. She didn’t mean to but she did. He cocked his head to the side before shaking his head no. The movement of his head only made her hesitate even further.
A slap to her wet ass stinging like a mother fucker only pissed her off. She looked down at him then tightly closed her eyes shaking her head no.
Asshole!
His fingers touched her clit, rubbing in circular motions over and over again. She was finding it very difficult to remain mad at him, no matter how hard she wanted to for him slapping her. The sudden force of water to her clit while he pushed two fingers into her at all once, caused her to damn near hit the floor.
The constant pressure on her clit and him thrusting in and out of her vagina rubbing that ‘oh so ever sweet spot’ quickly sent her over the edge and thankfully his superman speed and strength caught her, keeping her from hitting the cold tile below.
She lay in his arms as the last quiver rushed through her body, taking her anger as it left.
How can I stay mad at you when you do something totally unexpected and unbelievable as you just did?
She listened to his laugh, knowing it was her thought that he found amusing and she couldn’t help but to join in as she thought about it.
Why do I even bother thinking anything around you?
“It wouldn’t matter if your around me or not Sweet.” He stood with her still in his arms and gently allowed her feet to touch again. Her legs felt as though they had become nothing more than pudding swaying with her weight.
“Easy Sweet.” He grinned.
When her balance and strength had returned, he turned grabbing the shampoo and commenced to washing his hair. She couldn’t help but to take this opportunity to return the favor.
