She stood there dumbfounded, before managing to ask, "How did you get in here so quietly? And as much as she liked looking at all six foot three inches of him, she only let her eyes wander over his wide chest, and down to his strong legs, for a moment. She needed to finish what she came into the bathroom to do, so she turned around to the shower caddy attached to the wall behind her, and squeezing some body wash onto her loofah, began to wash herself. She had just started in on her arms when she felt hands encircle her waist.
Evidently finished with his hair, he took the sponge from her. He made sure to get each individual finger lathered. He moved onto the other arm, repeating the process.
She had started giggling at first, amused at his intense concentration and thoroughness. But as he continued, she became aware of how he was making sure to touch every inch of her, and her laughter died away. By now he had moved onto her back, making the transition from her shoulders. He was drawing lazy circles with the loofah in a downward spiral, while resting his left hand on her left hip, caressing it lightly. In the middle of all this, he paused suddenly.
There was some physical frustration, but not as much as she would have expected. New Reading List. Earl picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table. You'd see the feminine shape of her hips, her beautiful warm pussy in the center She experienced a relationship as long as it lasted, whether a day, a week or a year, holding no part of herself back, and let the strands part as they would, sparkling with diamonds of knowledge and pleasure learned, like the moisture of a kiss lingering on the lips. She hadn't caved.
He seemed to be talking to himself -- Kate barely heard him over the rushing water. But his words proved unnecessary for her to hear; his hands were the ones to emphasize his thoughts, as he ran them down her body from behind, from the sides of her breasts, inwardly to the curve of her waist, and out again over her wide hips. Then, just as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped, and went back to what he'd been doing before, the abrupt changes leaving Kate's body quivering. After making sure he had gotten the entirety of her back, he stopped at her tailbone, and moved around to her stomach.
He came up close behind her so that he could better reach her front, and she could feel him pressing against her ass.
She gave a start, surprised at feeling the sudden hardness of him against her after all the soft touches, and began to ask, "Josh, are you—? I'm not finished, yet, Kate," he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing the outer rim. What he had been doing so far had been pleasant. But knowing he was standing behind her, getting hard, pushed her past pleasant and turned her on. Now she was getting wet. His hands paused for a moment on her abdomen, drawing her attention back to them. He began moving up to her breasts. She inhaled sharply as she felt his left arm snake around her waist, making sure there was no space between her back and his chest now.
She was only distracted by the movement for a moment before she felt the loofah begin to massage her breasts. She let out a small moan as the sensation of the material on her now sensitive skin shot through her. He focused on the taut peaks of her breasts, letting the semi-rough sponge brush against her in torturous ways. She sighed at the sound of his voice, his low words heating her skin.
Unable to bear the pleasure, her arms rose over her head and behind his, sliding down his shoulders and gripping his neck and back. She started squirming, the intensity of the sensation climbing, the mere act of focusing becoming too much.
She could feel herself getting more and more turned on. Her wetness began to slide down her thighs, and her body didn't seem to understand why she wasn't doing something about it. He seemed to sense her restlessness, and slowly decreased his rhythm, eventually sliding his hands down her stomach. She made a small sound of protest. They were finally face-to-face, hers flushed, his calm and smiling.
He pushed her up against the wall, the shower still running to her right, and slid a hand down between her legs. She let out a moan, trying to grind up against him, loving his touch. He chuckled before saying, "I don't think so, Kate. Not yet. Open your legs for me, baby. He simply stared back at her, evidently keeping his ideas to himself.
Kate decided that she didn't care -- whatever he had planned, she knew it would be pleasurable -- and, without looking away, inched her legs apart, bracing them against the tub wall behind him. He smiled back at her, "Good girl. His tongue slipped in her mouth, forcing it open, playfully sliding his with her own. She gripped his waist, her hands slippery, and began to subtly move them downwards.
He broke the kiss almost instantly. He took her hands and slid them up her body, over her breasts, and above her head. He moved closer to her, and nuzzled her neck, kissing, licking, gently biting, and breathed, "Keep them up there, Kate, or I'm going to have to take drastic measures.
He began edging downwards, kissing his way down her body. He paused at her breasts, taking a hard nipple into his mouth, jolting her body in surprise.
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But he only paused, giving the other nipple a lick before starting his way down again, his hands on either side of her body, accompanying his descent. By now he was crouched between her legs, and she felt his hands leave her. She held herself perfectly still, waiting impatiently for what she knew was coming. But when she felt his touch again, it was on her legs. Confused, she looked down at him. He had gone back to washing her. She let out an unsteady breath, gritting her teeth. There was no way she was going to start begging.
At least not yet. She began to think of when the most dignified time would be to start -- would immediately be too soon?
Josh was kneeling now, and the sight of him there between her legs was so arousing that she felt herself immediately react; the muscles from her legs up to her forearms tensed, and her hands clenched, itching to touch herself. But remembering his words, she managed to keep them above her head. His hands were moving up and down her legs, simultaneously lathering and caressing them.
Irritatingly, he was once again completely focused on the cleansing process. She hissed in frustration. She started counting in her head, attempting to distract herself from just how turned on she was. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe meditatively, as he seemed wholly engrossed in his task, and unconcerned that she was about to start strangling him if he didn't do something soon. What was even more agonizing was that the shower was hitting the lower half of her legs.
So all the soap he was putting on her was just getting washed away, anyways. If she let him continue, it was just going to be a pointless, endless, repetitious, waste of— "Open your eyes," she heard his voice drift through the haze of lust clouding her mind, and she looked down at him. But then she gets a letter in the mail that changes everything. The past she has been trying to forget for so long has finally come back to haunt her.
As she faces painful truths, Gloria learns that forgiveness is essential, family is everything, and love is forever.