the favor. I watch him turn around and shut off the water.
Once again he presses me up against the marble wall and kisses me like there is no tomorrow. He cups my breasts in both hands and squeezes as he nips at my earlobe. “I can’t seem to stop touching you. One look at you and I have to have more. And more, and more. Mm.” He leans down and sucks on my breast.
I am in pleasure overload, but surely his package needs relief. I begin to fondle him, thinking that this time I’ll treat him to a blow job. “I want to give you—“
“I have a plan,” he murmurs against my breast. With a groan he releases me. “I have to stop kissing you or I’ll never…okay…stay there…” he steps out of the tub and skids on the wet floor as he hurries toward the sink. I peek through half-lowered lids and watch as he rips open a condom and slides it over his burgeoning erection.
“Turn around and brace yourself on the wall.”
I turn and place my hands about the wall, thrusting my ass out, spreading my legs as wide as they can go in the tub and now he is behind me. His thick erection pressing in my cleft. He rubs it over my wetness before thrusting into my heated channel.
“You’re the best painter I’ve ever had.”
“Thanks,” I chuckle, soft and intimate.
He braces one arm on the wall in front of me and leans against it. He leans in and kisses my neck as I tremble with the incredible sensation of his body finally merging with mine, thrusting in deep, intense strokes.
“I don’t think I’ve had any better.”
“Really?” Biting my lip, I close my eyes and feel my body clenching tighter until I can’t stand it anymore.
“Really.”
I scream out, my heart pounds so hard, I am amazed it isn’t flying out of my chest. Finally I slump against the cool marble wall of the shower as with one more thrust and a growl he joins me his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Pushing myself up slowly, I lean back against his hard chest.
He wraps one arm around me and sits back; he brings me down with him positioning me between his legs, pressing me up against his chest.
My eyes flutter open as he takes my hand into his rough and calloused one, almost twice the size of mine. These were the hands of a lover.
“I can tell were not done.”
I wiggle my hips, relishing the feel of his stiffening cock nudging against the crease of my ass. “Yes. I can—feel the same thing...”
He laughs.
I pull back to stare at him over the stop of my head. “Why are you laughing?” My eyes narrow.
He nods his head towards the wall. “This paint is hideous.” He smirks. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
I elbow him in the stomach before flipping over and straddling his thighs. “I guess it depends on how you are going to pay me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, spearing my fingers into his wet hair.
He leans forward, his lips hovering over mine. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”
INDECENT EXPOSURE
“Are we almost there yet?” I question again.
“You tiring out on me already, little lady?” He glances over his right shoulder at me. “I have more pleasurable exertions planned for you when we’re done.”
“I’m sure you do.” I roll my eyes towards him. “We’ve hiked ten miles, Colt.”
He points in front of him. “Just over the ridge, then we can rest and cool off. I thought you were made of tougher stuff than this, Gracie.”
“You’re an ass.” I drawl, lifting my chin. I’m sure he catches me staring at his tight ass, encased in his soft faded Levi’s. I can’t help it; he is way too sexy; tall and dark with black hair and deep blue eyes with a body of a god. I’ve been dying to run my hands all over his tanned skin all day. Five hours is far too long to wait after waking up horny at dawn.
“Well, you at least seem to be drawn to that part of my
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