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“What the hell? I thought I planned the whole thing right. And now—”
Rachel kisses me again. “I don’t care,” she mutters between kisses.
Our kiss becomes urgent, and my cock hardens in my pants. I need her—I ache to be inside of her. The rain pounds down on us and in no time at all, we’re drenched. I taste the cold rain on her lips, in contrast to her hot tongue, and our bodies fuse together.
I guide her backward until she’s against the wall before I kiss her hard. Our lips mash together. I grab onto her breast and knead and massage it and grind my cock against her hips.
She cries out and moans. I’m a little rough, but she’s into it. She wants more; she doesn’t tell me to stop. When lightning flashes around us, I break the kiss.
“We have to get inside,” I say.
Rachel nods and I lead her inside, closing the door. The servants can take care of the table and empty plates tomorrow after the rain has taken its toll.
“I’m dripping on the floor,” Rachel giggles.
“Let’s get dry and warm,” I say and lead Rachel to the bathroom. There, I turn on the shower and turn to Rachel.
Her hair clings to her face, and her clothes trace her perfect curves.
She tries to undress herself but she struggles to peel off the wet clothes.
“Here,” I say and try to help her.
We laugh and stumble, trying to get out of the wet clothes.
When we’re finally naked, I pull Rachel under the spray and kiss her again. Her body is cold from the rain and we stand under the hot water together to warm up.
Her body is slick with water, and when I kiss her, I taste the hot water rather than the rain.
Slowly, I kiss my way down her body. I cup her breasts and suck on her nipples until she moans before I work my way further down her body. I stand on my knees in front of her and kiss my way down her stomach, her hips, and finally, I close my mouth after her pussy.
When she opens her legs for me, I lift one and throw it over my shoulder. The shower is large enough, and we have more than enough space. She leans against the tiled wall, and I flick my tongue over her clit a few times.
She’s sweet like honeydew, her scent betraying her lust, and when I suck on her clit, she cries out. Her moans echo through the bathroom as I lick and suck her, and she’s delicious.
She runs her fingers through my wet hair, moaning and gasping.
When I push two fingers into her, she gasps, and I start to finger fuck her while I suck on her clit.
Her breathing changes, becoming erratic, and I know she’s close.
I love it when she orgasms. I love being the reason she’s reduced to a puddle of pleasure, and I want that again and again and again.
When her first orgasm hits, she grabs onto my head and bucks her pussy against my mouth. I hold her between my fingers inside her and my mouth, and she cries and whimpers until she gasps.
“Oh, God, Blake,” she murmurs when I let go of her.
I stand and kiss her.
She wraps her fingers around my cock almost automatically, and pumps her hand up and down. She closes her eyes and leans against me as she pumps her hand up and down between us.
I love it when she touches me—she’s a fucking specialist when it comes to my cock and what she does to make me feel good.
If she’s not careful, I’m going to lose my load before I get inside of her.
“Rach,” I mumble. “Sweetheart, not yet.”
Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me.
