He went straight away to the bedroom with her bag, and she
followed to the doorway. She slipped off her shoes and kicked them aside. He
placed the bag in the corner and turned to face her. She ran to him and threw
herself onto him, and he fell backwards onto the bed, her on top of him. Her
hands ripped at his t-shirt, tearing it off, and her hands frantically pulled
down his pants, and she quickly, almost frantically got them off of him. She
hiked her own dress and moved onto him, getting him into her at last. She began
to move up and down on him as she worked the buttons of her dress, one button
for each thrust, until there were no more buttons and she removed it completely
and cast it aside. He started to reach for her but she grabbed his wrists and
pushed him back. This was her time. She moved up and down on him faster,
feeling him inside her, reveling in the feel of what she needed and had lacked
for so long. Her hand found her piercing and she began stroking herself, and
the other found her breast and began to stroke her nipple. She continued this
way, humping like a beast possessed, until she came with a silent roar, mouth
open with no sound coming out, stopping her thrusts to clench him in her
shuddering and twitching throes, then feeling him come inside her as well. She
was a woman again, sexy, confident, and utterly feminine, restored the way that
only trust and unrestrained passion can do. When she had subsided enough to
think, she moved off of him, then curled up next to him. They drifted off to
sleep.
The first thing he noticed as he woke was touch. More
specifically, the lack of hers. She was gone, but as his other senses came into
wakefulness, he heard water running in the shower and saw a waft of steam
curling along the ceiling from the bathroom. He got up and went into the
bathroom. She was there, in the shower, letting the water wash over her. He
opened the door and stepped inside, then closed the door behind himself. She
took the washcloth and soap, and turned to face him. She kissed him tenderly, and
then began to wash him, working down his chest and back, then going down his
arms and up his legs, exploring every inch of him, caressing him, stroking him,
and cleaning him. At last she found herself kneeling at his crotch, and she
gently washed him there, taking extra care of the sensitive areas that were
already responding to her touch. She followed up the rinse with her own special
ministrations, taking him in her mouth and sucking and licking him under the
warm spray, until he could stand it no more and he let loose, but she would not
relinquish, and took all of him in. He took her hand and helped her to her
feet, took the washcloth, and began to wash her, and he did exactly the same
thing to her she did to him—exploring every inch, caressing, stroking, and
cleaning her. He slipped the washcloth between her legs and washed her there
gently, but then at last he finished with washing her breasts, taking extra
care on them, and he followed up with his own mouth, first sucking on one, then
the other, then the first again, enjoying her nipples as they grew ever so taut
under his tongue and teeth. He reached behind and turned off the water, then
opened the door. They stepped out of the shower, and she reached for a towel,
and began to dry him in the same way she had washed him, and when she finished
he did the same.
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