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His lips quirked as his hands went to the waistband of my tights.
He tugged them down and flung them away.
They went flying through the room, followed by my underwear.
I sat up and took off my top and sports bra as he stripped.
Nude, he bent and lifted me with one arm under my back and knees.
He carried me across the room and into the shower, setting me down in the expansive glass-walled space.
He turned on the hot water, stared down at me, then reached for the body wash.
In no time we were soaping each other down, in between long languorous kisses as our desire ratcheted.
When I stroked slippery soap over his throbbing cock he groaned.
‘You’ll pay for that,’ he promised, stroking my rear with one hand while sudsing my left tit, thumbing my nipple until I gasped and threw my head back.
‘I want more,’ I whispered as we necked.
‘Damn woman, slow your roll, let’s rinse first.’
As soon as I was soap-free, impatient to get to the key act, I slapped his ass, slipped past him, and, dripping all over, I ran to the bed.
I almost made it, but he caught me, and then I was on my back, legs apart as he sank between them.
‘I’ll never let you get away again,’ he muttered, looming over me, his silver cross pendant hanging over me.
I levered up and took it into my mouth, then clasped a hand around his head to bring him down to me.
His lips hit mine for another melding kiss, then just as fast, he slid lower, capturing my right nipple, suckling it so hard it sent glorious agony through me.
I stroked his head as he glided a hand to flick my clit as he laved my taut tip.
I ground myself up on him.
‘So hot,’ I groaned as I arched my neck back and swirled my hips, rocking the finger he had on my pleasure point, riding him intensely.
‘More, honey,’ I begged.
He flashed me a smirk and moved lower, parting my legs and then diving in.
His tongue went to work, flicking my clit, thrusting into my slit, then back again.
He suckled and devoured me as I shuddered under him, hands gliding over his close-shaven head, as my thighs locked him in.
‘Vega, you’re killing me.’
His mouth and neat beard drove me wild.
‘Don’t know if I can take any more,’ I whispered as one of his hands snaked up my body to plump my tits.
He then flicked my nipples, one after the other.
The man could multitask like a boss.
As he did, I stroked his head the way he liked.
