“I was just getting cleaned up,” she said, her voice a low, inviting purr. She didn’t move away as I stepped closer. The water hit my back, easing my tension.
“Let me help you with that,” I murmured quietly.
My hands found her shoulders first. They were tight, knotted from a week at work. I pressed my thumbs into the firm muscles at the base of her neck, and she let out a soft moan, her head shifting forward. She alwayslovedmy massages.
I worked my way down her spine, kneading the tension from her back. Then my palms slid over her skin, slipping down to the rounded curve of her hips. Amy leaned into my touch, her back arching slightly as water cascaded over us, making every movement fluid and effortless.
She shifted to face me, her eyes half-lidded, her sexy lips parted. That gave me access to new parts of her, and I drifted my hands up to cup the undersides of her breasts, feeling their soft, heavy weight.
Amy inhaled quickly as my thumbs brushed over her nipples, already peaked and tight from the heat and the stimulation. I gave them a little circle, followed by a slow, firm pass. She gasped, her hands coming up to brace against my chest.
“Dawson…” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Is there time?”
“We’llmaketime.”
Then I leaned down, capturing one taut nipple in my mouth, the hot water mixing with the heat of my tongue. She cried out, a small sound that was swallowed by the rushing sound of the shower.
I lavished attention on one breast, then the other, my hands roaming the generous curves of her hips and the swell of her big ass. Then I pulled her flush against me. I was already hard, my length pressing insistently against her lower belly.
Amy’s hands slid down my chest, over my stomach, and wrapped around me. Her stroke was slick, and precum already beaded at my tip, but a groan tore from my throat. Not yet.
I guided her hand away gently, kissing her deeply, tasting Amy. Then I kneeled in the streaming water.
My hands slid down the backs of her thick thighs, urging them apart.
Then I looked up at her to take in the view. Water streamed down her body, over the gentle swell of her stomach, down to the dark, wet curls greeting me at the apex of her legs. Every cell in me was heated with anticipation.
I leaned in, nuzzling the soft skin of her inner thigh as she trembled. Then I pressed my mouth to her core.
There was nothing I loved more in this world than Amy Allen’s pussy.
And it was my goal in life to shower it with attention. It was my mission to keep the Boinkacorn in permanent retirement, except for those times when we pulled it out for some mutual playtime.
A quiet moan slipped past her lips as my tongue found her. She was already swollen and slick with need for me. I traced her folds, then focused on the sensitive nub of her clit.
Then I kissed it with slow circles of my tongue, followed by the flickering, insistent pressure that I knew would do her in. Her hands tangled in my wet hair, anchoring herself as her hips began to shift against my face in tiny, desperate arcs.
That’s it, Amy. Fuck my face.
The sounds she made were music. The air was filled with broken gasps, my whispered name, and her incoherent pleas for more. The steam and the relentless beat of water on my back all fused into a single, overwhelming sensation.
I needed her. Her taste, her scent, the way her body clenched and quivered for my tongue.
I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them upwards. She was so hot and wet for me it almost made me come.
Her back arched against the shower wall as I found a rhythm, my mouth working her clit, my fingers pumping slowly just the way she liked it.
“I’m gonna…” she whimpered as her whole body tensed.
I doubled my efforts, my tongue an unrelenting point of pleasure taking her to the point of ecstasy and beyond.
As she came for me, her whole body stiffened, a cry tearing from her throat as her pussy pulsed around my fingers in frantic, rhythmic clenches. I held her through it, gentling my touch as the tremors shifted into the soft trembling of quiet aftershocks.
As I rose, I studied her. She was panting lightly and leaning against the wall of the shower, her eyes glazed with bliss.
But I wasn’t finished. The sight of her, utterly spent and satisfied, only stoked my fire hotter.
“Are you ready for something more?”
