“Maybe. But maybe not. Wanna shower with me?”
“God, yes.” She drops her forehead to mine.
Her things are already in here. We’d brought them up when we first arrived, and I keep a set of everything I need here as well.
Zuri goes with me into the en suite, and I start the shower as she takes off her clothes and puts her shower cap on. When I turn and reach for my shirt, she shakes her head. “No. Let me do it.”
I nod, a thrill of pleasure shooting through me.
I can’t help but reach out and pluck her nipple with her pretty breasts on display for me.
She smiles, then grabs the hem of my sweatshirt and pulls it over my head. “No fair. You get to see me, and I have to go through all these layers first.”
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. “The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. The first time I saw you, I knew it was you for me.”
“Jesus, Ash,” she says.
“I can’t help it. It’s true.”
“You’re perfect,” she replies, then pulls off my tank top, reaching around me, easily unhooking my bra.
“You’ve got skills,” I tease.
“Lots of practice with my own.”
Zuri bends forward, immediately lashing one of my nipples with her tongue, making me cry out. “More.”
“Not yet.” She kneels on the plush rug, looking up at me as she unbuttons my pants.
“You’re going to kill me. I’m so fucking wet already.”
“Good. Just how I like you.” Zuri winks playfully.
She works slowly as she unbuttons and unzips my pants, then pulls them down. She presses a kiss to my panty-coveredpussy. “I can see how wet you are.” She runs a finger down my slit, and I tremble.
“So wet,” I confirm. “I loved it when you tasted me.”
“I want to do it again.”
“I want to do it to you, too.” I want to lick her until she comes, have my tongue inside her when she finishes so I can lap up all her release.
I want everything with Zuri.
She kisses me again, tugs at my panties with her teeth, then uses her fingers to hook them at the waist and pull them down.
“You’re so puffy and pretty.” There’s what almost sounds like awe in her voice as she kneels in front of me, staring at my cunt.
I’m looking down at Zuri, her sensual brown eyes looking up at me as she flicks her tongue out, slipping it between my folds to taste me.
“Oh, fuck.” I grab the edge of the counter.
“You taste so good,” she says. “But more of that later.”
“Oh my God!” I groan, turned on but enjoying her playfulness. “I’ll wait for you,” I say. “I would always wait for you.”
CHAPTER TEN
Zuri
