Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Pulling off my clothes, I let my eyes wander to her body, the way the water fell on her chest and curved around her pillowy, round breasts. How they trailed down and collected at her erect nipples and fell off, only to land on her thigh, where they slid down and in toward the small tuft of hair above her pussy. My cock was impossibly hard as I wrenched off my boxers, and I stepped into the shower with her. It pressed into her stomach as we embraced, and for a split second, I wondered if I was psychic. I decided I couldn’t be.
This was much, much better than the dream.
We kissed as she lathered up soap between her hands and smeared it over me. I took it from her and did the same on her tight, wet skin. As the shower rinsed the soap away, I pressed her into the wall, and her leg rose to wrap around my waist. I crouched down enough to position myself as our tongues slid into each other’s mouths.
With a rock of my hips, I pressed my cock deep inside her, and she cried out, breaking our kiss and letting her head fall back against the wall. I wrapped one hand around her thigh and the other behind her, holding her ass and gently positioning her. I rocked back and then forward again and held myself there, letting her adjust to me.
Her pussy throbbed as I began thrusting harder, faster into her. Nails dug into my back, and she moaned with each movement. Our lips kept finding each other and then breaking away. Eventually, I lifted her fully, putting an arm under her legs on each side and pressing against the wall, holding her aloft and open to me. She put both hands on the sides of my face as I pumped faster. The sound of our skin smacking against each other over the water tumbling down joined both our voices as we cried out.
“Come for me,” she cried, “come for me! I’m coming!”
Her voice, so desperate and needy, her lips by my ear, was all the encouragement I needed. I roared as I fucked her hard and exploded. We came together, her core throbbing as it milked me, my cock pulsing as I spilled into her. I smashed my lips into hers again and kissed her as we both rode the wave of an intense climax. Then I let her down gently as I sat, her body sliding on the wall, until we lay in the tub, her on top of me, my cock still buried inside her as she emptied me, and we embraced as we fell into a fit of satisfied laughter.
12
ALLISON
It had been a couple of days since I’d used every bit of sassiness I had in my body to pull Ryan into the shower with me. Since then, we had fallen into a rhythm without talking about it. It was natural and calm, something I had never really experienced before. Something I never even thought was possible for me.
Ryan turned out to be just as incredible in bed as he was as a neighbor. We clicked on every level, and while we hadn’t talked about what we were or what we were doing, there was no pressure to do so either. He seemed to be happy to just be around me and to have me with him at his home or to come over and help me when he was off work.
I felt much the same way. It was crazy how natural things had been, how they felt every time we were together. I didn’t want to think too much about it. It might ruin the delicate balance we had. Especially since the chemistry we had was making doing all the repairs around the house fun as well as easier physically. A ton of the jobs we had done were really two-person jobs, and I would have been lost without someone to help me with them.
I woke up before he did, as usual. In my attempt to keep the situation as stress-free as possible, I made sure that I was up and out of the house when he went to work. It made it so that there were never any questions about me being in his house without him, even if I was sure he didn’t have a problem with that. I still didn’t want to have the talk. The talk meant addressing things. Labels. The magic might get lost in the translation.
Making him breakfast was beginning to be a recurring thing too. It was a little thing, but it showed my appreciation for his hospitality. Among other things. A couple of slices of bacon and some scrambled eggs on a plate was hardly an accurate representation of what I thought of him, but it was something he seemed to appreciate. Setting the plate aside for him and covering it with aluminum foil, I headed over to my place to get to work.