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“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to hide from me, Dimples.” There was that blush again. Never got old, I tell you. Unwrapping her body from the bedcover held the same anticipation of opening the best Christmas gift ever. What I found inside, was fucking marvelous. I could tell she was embarrassed a little, but eventually she would get over it. So, I placed my hand in hers, pulled her to the shower, and turned it on with my other hand. As we waited, I leaned in and kissed her warm, gentle lips.God, I love how willing she is to be close to me.Once the water had warmed, I dragged us both in under the spray.
“Don’t be shy, I saw every inch of that amazing body last night, baby. Let me wash you?” She nodded and I poured a good amount of shampoo into my hands and started tenderly rubbing it into her hair. Facing one another, the whimpers coming from her mouth, along with the look on her face were almost my undoing. Damn, I was trying so hard to be gentle, but I really wanted to go caveman on her. Moans of contentment and desire broke from her lips, as I slid my hands down her neck, over her chest, curving them around each one of her voluptuous breasts.
My pulsating cock stood at attention.
Jurnee was so caught up in the moment, her eyes were closed, but then she slowly blinked them open and looked down. Those beautiful browns were wide open now, and they looked like they may pop right out of her head. She brought her gaze back to mine, and there was a question I couldn’t compute reflecting in their shimmering depths. Then...
Oh fuck.
Dropping to her knees, Jurnee wrapped her small hand around the base of my dick and placed a kiss to the tip with her silky lips. Warm water streamed over us as she sucked my shaft into her mouth as far as she could take me. One hand pumped my thick rod, while the other lightly fondled my balls, and I threw my head back in ecstasy. The dual touch was a recipe for one of the best moments of my life.
I had a tight grip on her hair, holding on for dear life, I tried gentling my hold and to warn her about the volcano of release that was about to implode, but she wasn’t letting up. Sucking me even farther,if possible,into her mouth, I blew, eyes screwed tightly shut, the eruption had stars bursting behind my lids in fucking bliss, while she took every ounce of my release into her mouth.
Letting me go with an audible pop, she smiled like a cat who got the cream and stood up. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Shaking my buzzing head, I thought I must’ve heard wrong. “Say again?”
“I said,” she repeated. “I’ve always wanted to do that, Brax.”
I shook my head one more time, trying to get the water out because there was no way that she’d just said that.
“You’ve never done that before?”
“Nope, was it okay?”
My eyes filled with heat at her answer and simple question. Knowing I was her first was almost too much to handle. I needed her—now. Anticipation building, I smirked, then licked my lower lip. “Let me return the favor and show you just how okay it was.” I hit my knees just as she had done minutes before and went to work.
After we are both utterly satisfied, we finish cleaning off.
“How about some breakfast?” I asked her.
“You're not going to try and feed me again like you're a damn airplane, are you?”
“Maybe I will feed you, then I will feed me?” I waggle my eyebrows at her suggestively.
Smack!
Jurnee had playfully hit my chest, and I grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward me, our slick bodies rubbing together.
“You just did that, you goof.”
“Never can get enough of you, sweetness.”
We finally worked our way out of the shower to dry off and made our way toward the bedroom. Just as she walked out the door, I pulled her towel off from around her and spanked her delicious ass.
“Braxton!” she screeched. “What the heck?”
“Payback, baby.”
Jurnee in my kitchen, bare-legged and wearing one of my t-shirts which hung down to mid-thigh, was messing with my head. I, however, was still thanking the heavens above that she said yes to borrowing it for breakfast, but I couldn’t promise we’d make it through the meal without me touching her.
Standing at the stove putting the last touches on our omelets, I peered over my shoulder to find her studying me. She was perched on one of the bar stools, opposite the counter, which I may say was a damn shame, because those beautiful stems were hidden from my view.Her legs are a thing of beauty.With her elbows on the counter and her chin resting in the palms of her hands, she looked thoughtful. “What are you thinking about so intently over there?” I asked her.
“I’m just in awe that I get to watch you strut around the kitchen, making me breakfast, in a pair of athletic shorts and nothing else. It’s seriously something.”
Yup, we’re not making it through breakfast.
“I think we better get to the breakfast portion of the morning really fast or we may not get there at all at this rate.” She gave me a knowing smile.
