Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I think she realizes how close we both are and raises herself halfway out of the tub, full breasts flushed pink from the heat and rivulets of water dripping from her erect nipples. She is like Aphrodite being borne on sea foam. Her soft, puffy lips close around the tip of my arousal, and I let out a low, desperate growl. As her tongue works magic, licking and tasting me, I find her breasts. I fondle them gently, and they’re soft and supple. I reach for the body wash I bought just for her visit, and squeeze some onto her cleavage and begin to lather her up. The soap is silky and I glide it over pink crests that I’m sure are tender from my treatment of them in the bedroom.
She moans around my cock and the vibrations feel divine. I continue to lather her in circles and her hums of pleasure intensify. I discover she is positioned right over one of the jets of the tub and I turn it on knowing where it will hit. She gasps and raises her hips out of the direct line of the jet. I chuckle before reducing the speed of the spray of water and encourage her to enjoy the pleasure by pressing her hips back down into their former position.
“I thought you had more to give,” I tease her.
She never falters in her tasting and sucking and lowers her hips once more. The hums of pleasure continue and I squeeze more soap into my hands. I spread the suds over her shoulders and back, but never stray too far from her breasts. Her hums of pleasure turn into whimpers and I know she is about to peak again from the tickling of the jets. I reluctantly lift her mouth off of me. I don’t want to finish there, although there will be time for that later.
I kick the speed of the jet up a notch and she throws her head in release. Whitney’s beautiful to watch as her head tips back, exposing the delicate line of her neck.
“Oh Peter,” she moans breathily. “Oh god!”
I smile and watch, but I’m not done yet. As she crests and falls, I rinse the soap from her chest because I want her on top of me, facing me so I can be inside her while I toy with her ample bosom. I lean back against the wall and pull her to straddle me.
I am so close I know this won’t last long. The water hasn’t washed away any of her natural lubricant and she is so swollen and tight it’s like being enveloped in wet velvet. I move a sweet pink nub to my mouth and caress it with my tongue. I try not to bite or suck too hard this time but as she slams down on me harder and faster, it’s getting more difficult to be gentle. I suck and her hips turn from slamming down to grinding back and forth.
“Whitney, I can’t hold off much longer,” is my desperate groan.
Her hips push harder into me, rubbing her most sensitive areas against my abdominal muscles faster and faster.
“Use your teeth,” she whispers in my ear.
I take that sensitive nib between my teeth, applying gentle pressure until she screams my name, shaking with pleasure. I’m gone as well, and I explode inside her. We convulse together, this curvy woman everything that I’ve ever dreamed of. I apply one last tug with my lips and she pulls away, still breathing hard.
“I think they’re going to be sore for a couple hours,” she admits between pants.
“That’s okay, I’ll leave them alone for now,” I say. “Are you ready to rinse off?” She shakes her head, and we both sink into the lukewarm water, luxuriating in the release. “This tub has a heater. Do you want the water hotter, sweetheart?”
She smiles at me.
“No, I need to cool off a bit. You’ve had me all hot and bothered for a week now.”
“Bothered?” I tease.
She smiles naughtily.
“You know that’s a figure of speech.”
I feel the lush woman lean against me and I’m content, not just sexually, but mentally. I’m content in a way that building a food empire or dating supermodels hasn’t been able to achieve. It’s easy to forget that I’m paying for this woman to be here, and honestly, it’s not about the money at all. There’s something more, and I speak while trailing my big fingers over her arm lazily.
“Whitney, I have to go out of town to check on some of the West Coast locations of Shake Place, but will you come back on Friday and stay for the weekend? You can bring Apollo if you want. I’m sure he’ll get along great with Demi.”
She pauses for a minute and suddenly, fear strikes my heart. Holy shit, what if she says no? But then she smiles and my heart begins beating again.