Just like that she defuses my pent up anger. Pulling the plug on the frustration, need and hunger, which just drains away. Even the fury which has been burning in my chest begins to wane. Instead, i look down at Saara with her sweetheart face turned up to me, perfect bow lips, hair hanging in saturated vines framing her face, huge almond eyes shut. I watch the water drip over her flawless skin. Glistening under the led lights in the shower. The pink of her skin appears through her shirt and her hands hanging open by her sides. It's surrender. She's prepared to give me everything. I see her honesty and vulnerability in that moment. I let my hand slide up to the side of her face to cup her cheek. Place my forehead against hers. And just breathe. Let my racing heart calm.
Her words have power. They change everything. Even when i think i know myself and her, she pulls the rug out from under my feet.
I undress her, lifting the wet shirt up over her head as she lifts her arms, then I move onto the trouser, lowering them to a puddle on the floor till she steps out of them holding onto my shoulders for support.
I stand and take a step closer, but this time not touching her, close enough to see the amber flecks in her green eyes. Just two people naked in the shower, everything out in the open. we say nothing, do nothing, just look into each others eyes. I take her by her forearms and pull her under the shower tile and scoop down to pick up a bar of soap, which i place in her hands.
She starts at the base of my neck and moves slowly over my shoulders, across my collar bone, over my pecks and then along my arms. Then down the ripples of my abs and the sides of my torso, it is excrutiatingly slow and sensual. she uses the other hand to move the suds around, caressing the skin. Her fingers sear it. Her touch is fire.
I turn and she moves onto my back. spreading her palms over and down the length of my shoulders and then shoulder blades. she moves in closer to run her fingers down and around my ribs to my chest. I feel her breasts against my back and feel myself jerk to attention once more.
She continues to move her hands over my body, this time kneeling on the floor infront of me and working her way up from my feet. she lifts one foot onto her lap and then rubs the soap between her fingers before running them over the top of my foot then working it inbetween my toes. It is the most sensual thing I have ever felt and I feel the spark of electricity run through my body. Her fingers knead my insole and then move up to my ankles, which she circles and then moves up further to my hamstrings, which are tight from the tension of the day, behind my knees she lets her fingers skim over the sensative flesh there and I can't help but let out a groan. the ball of her hands grind hard along my thigh. The toned mucles flex under her fingers. She moves onto the other leg.
I feel the tension building as her fingers move upwards until she reaches my hips. she moves over my hip bones and then down my adonis curve before she moves onto my shaft. she circles it with the soap before taking it in both her hands and gripping it. then she releases the tension and moves down lower till she reaches my balls, which she massages in her hands. Her fingers don't stop there. she moves them further back and I feel the tension build in expectation. she moves her fingers higher and then rubs the inside of my cheeks. slowly, she circles her fingers around the sensative area there and I can feel my cock jump to attention. Despite myself I am leaking and see on my tip is a drip of precum close to her face. my penis is touching her temple, hair and the side of her face. she looks up to me and I think I am going to explode if she doesnt do at least one of two things in the next two seconds.
She holds my gaze, looking at the hunger and desperation in mine. I look down at her and see for the first time the power that she has over me. she doesnt need anger, violence, physical power -she oozes seduction even if she doesnt know it. How niave could I be to assume I could control her only moments before.
She sits back on her knees, arches her back and lifts her head, exposing her neck, then as if in slow motion, she shifts ever so slightly so that her knees are spread wide. He hands move languidly over her own thighs till she gets to the apex of her thighs and begins to rub the soap there. she looks at me and I can tell from the flush in her cheek, the rise of her chest, from the erratic breathing that she about to come.
I dont wait, I get down on the wet shower floor and take her with my mouth. She gasps and arches her back in response and i let my hands move over her waist where i hold her so she cant slip away from me. I begin circling my tongue around her clit before sliding it inside her. The copper taste of her release is so satisfying as she convulses around me.
I do all the things I thought about doing to her this afternoon. I take her again and again and again. And it feels fucking amazing.
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Caged Nightingale
RomanceHe saw her for perhaps seconds, across a filled room, even then she had managed to stop time. Customers, sales assistents and even security, all frozen. Eyes followed the group across the shop floor and down the elevator. Captivated. 3 men: tall, d...
