He reached for the corner of the bandage and carefully peeled it
from her skin then tossed it into her trash can. “It looks good, darlin’.
Speaking of which,” he said as his hands smoothed over her
shoulders. He stepped up behind her, his erection brushing her
derriere. “You look pretty good, too. I’d never claim to be a poet, but
you take my breath away.”
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Ash stroked her upper arms, his fingertips curving inward to cup
her generous, firm breasts, strumming her nipples with his thumbs.
“Darlin’, I want to wallow in these beautiful breasts, fall asleep
against them, and suckle on them while I make love to you.” He felt a
tremor go through her as she turned to him, holding on to his bicep.
“I love that your body is so soft and curvy, womanly, but supple
and strong, too. This tummy,” he murmured, stroking down her torso
to just past her bellybutton, “needs my kisses, and this sweet little
pussy.” His fingers strayed further into her drenched cunt. “Darlin’,
you’re very wet, aren’t you?” He rumbled deep in his chest, filled
with lust for her. His dick pulsated in agreement against her abdomen.
The primal sound caused her body to cream for him even more.
“Y–yes Ash. I need you. I need to feel you in me again. It feels like
I’m going to go up in flames I want you so much.”
“Let me bathe, and then you can have me.”
She smiled up at him. “All my soaps smell girlie.”
He grinned down at her, sliding a finger on her cheek. “That’s all
right, darlin’. Whatever kind of soap or shampoo you have is fine.”
Juliana allowed him to play with her breasts, covering them in
soap again. She laughed when he lathered up his hair, beard, and
muttonchops and wallowed between her breasts like he’d said he
wanted to, before rinsing his hair and face. After carefully lathering
her hand, she palmed his rock-hard cock, stroking up and down,
smoothing over the head and caressing his heavy scrotum and
squeezing ever so slightly.
Closing his eyes, Ash focused his attention on self-control, not
wanting to come until he was inside her again, although he doubted
multiple orgasms were going to be an issue that night.
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Heather Rainier
Chapter Nine
Ash was so tall, brawny, and rough, but there were parts of him
that Juliana wanted to curl up into, or onto, as the case may be. His
cock was bone-hard, thick, and intimidating but so silky on the
outside. Her pussy should be clamoring in fear, but instead it was
seeping her juices, pulsing for the feel of every ridge and vein,
wanting him to fill her to overflowing.
Her cunt felt swollen, and her clit ached, wanting that lip-
stretching glide that insured she’d come every time he entered her.
With Ash, she didn’t have to fantasize like she’d had to with
Lawrence if she wanted to get off. She shivered, and her pussy
throbbed when he groaned as she stroked his hard length with relish.
Smiling up at him, Juliana said, “If I was able, I’d use both hands
on this glorious monster.” She would’ve played longer, but he placed
his hands over hers to stop her.
“Let me rinse off, and it looks like I need to rinse you off,” he said
with a chuckle, his knuckle rubbing against her soapy nipple. “Then
let’s go to bed. We’ve got all night ahead of us and tomorrow night,
as well. There’s no need to rush, and when I come, after you come
two or three times, I want to be inside you.”
Oh, mama! Two or three times?
After drying off, Juliana padded into her bedroom and pulled back
the covers on the bed. She lit candles around the room and turned off
the lamp.
A shaky breath escaped when she felt strong arms slip around her
from behind. She slid her hands over his forearms, and leaned back
against him as his lips nuzzled under her ear. His body heat permeated
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the silk of her robe, and she could feel the stiffness of his erection
through the towel wrapped around his hips. Playfully, she wiggled her
derriere against him.
“Naughty girl.” Ash slid his hand into her robe, cupped her breast,
and gently squeezed it, flicking her nipple.
Turning in his embrace, she stroked the short curls at the nape of
his neck and asked, “Have you given any thought to how we’re going
to accomplish this tonight? The top of the dresser worked admirably
with me back on my elbows, but I won’t be able to do that on a soft
surface. I’d like to make love to you in a little comfort.”
“How do you feel? Honestly.”
“My back isn’t twinging right now, and my wrist is good, too. I