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Tyson adjusts the temperature, matching the other showerhead. Once the water is warm and the glass is fogging up again, he grabs my hips. His hard cock presses against my torso as he drags me to him.
Wetness pools between my legs as I loop my arms around his neck. He groans as I press my breasts into his chest, my stiff nipples rubbing against him. His mouth descends on mine.
I moan as he nips at my bottom lip. His tongue moves with mine as I rake my nails up and down his torso. Tyson’s muscles tense and quiver beneath my hands. His low groan fills the small space as his cock throbs against me.
Tyson leans into me, searching for something behind me as we kiss. When he pulls away, he has a bottle of body wash. He squirts some of the liquid into his hands before massaging the soap over my breasts.
My core is aching as he continues his teasing, running his hands over every part of my body except where I need him the most. My core is aching as his fingers graze my wet slit before continuing down one leg.
Tyson works his way up the other leg, teasing me again with a gentle swipe of his fingers. His hands cup my breasts, lathering them in soap. He rolls my nipples between his fingers before he turns me around.
As the suds rinse from my body, he continues to toy with my nipples. His cock is pressing against my ass, twitching each time he pinches my nipples a little harder. I moan and writhe against him, trying to relieve some of the aches that are pulsing through my body.
“Patience,” he says as he nips at my neck.
I moan as he continues to nip and kiss my neck, his tongue tracing patterns on the sensitive skin.
One of his hands slides down my body. His fingers find my clit and my hips buck against him. He chuckles, sucking on my neck as he circles my clit. Wetness is dripping down my thighs as my inner walls clench.
Tyson’s fingers travel lower, sinking into my pussy. As soon as he crooks his fingers, my orgasm is rushing through me. I rock my hips, getting myself off on his hand. He lets me ride out my orgasm, his other hand leaving my breast to grab my throat.
He uses his grip on my throat to tilt my head back. My back arches as I tilt my hips backward, giving him the perfect angle to slide inside me.
Tyson drives himself deep, one hand toying with my clit and the other gripping my neck. His hips move faster as he thrusts, burying himself to the hilt before pulling back out.
My pussy pulses around him, clenching hard around his cock as he rolls his hips. I press my ass back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Tyson groans, his cock throbbing as my pussy milks him.
“Fuck, Aria. Twice?” His deep chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. “That’s not nearly enough. Come for me again. Right now. All over my cock.”
He slams into me harder and I start to shake. My legs feel like jelly beneath me as I moan, letting him have his way with me.
His hand grips my throat a little tighter, his cock hardening before I feel his come dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck,” he says, smirking as I tilt my head back further to look at him. “You’re a mess.”
“I’m blaming you for that.”
Tyson gives a low laugh and sinks to his knees in front of me. “You can keep blaming me for that while I eat out your sweet pussy.”
His tongue flattens against my clit as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. I grab onto the frame of the glass door, hoping that it’s enough to keep me upright as Tyson’s fingers slide into me again.
* * *
“I don’t wantto stay here anymore,” I say later in the day, once we’ve finally peeled ourselves away from each other.
“Why not?” Tyson asks as he runs a towel through his wet hair.
My gaze lingers on his naked torso, trying to commit all of his tattoos to memory. Tyson flexes his abs and wiggles his hips. I laugh and shake my head, surprised at his playfulness. It isn’t like him at all.
Although, I really don’t know him as well as I could.
Focus,I tell myself, glancing away from Tyson.
“I don’t want to stay here and risk getting Damien in more trouble with our father. I know he says that Dad doesn’t know.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“There’s not a lot that my father doesn’t know. Especially when you think he doesn’t. The longer we sit here, the more worried I am about him finding out.”
