Consenting Adults
“My stomach twisted with anxiety at his question, but also with excitement. Tim, my boyfriend of a year and a half, lathered soap on my back as we stood under the hot shower spray. He loved these post-sex showers as much as I did.
“It’s weird,” I said, reverting to thirteen-year-old terminology to describe something much more complex than weird. He held my shoulders and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“It’s not weird. It’s damn sexy.” His hands slid down over my breasts, pinching lightly at... my nipples, not that they needed any help perking up.
My body was still sensitive and alert after the orgasm he’d given me only minutes before. He could bring me to the edge and hold me there for what seemed like eternity before plunging me over the precipice. It was always worth the wait. With his slippery hands moving down my stomach now, I could barely think about the original question. If he wanted a straight answer, he’d have to stop working me up. And by the feel of things, I wasn’t the only one becoming aroused again.MoreLess
“It’s weird,” I said, reverting to thirteen-year-old terminology to describe something much more complex than weird. He held my shoulders and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“It’s not weird. It’s damn sexy.” His hands slid down over my breasts, pinching lightly at... my nipples, not that they needed any help perking up.
My body was still sensitive and alert after the orgasm he’d given me only minutes before. He could bring me to the edge and hold me there for what seemed like eternity before plunging me over the precipice. It was always worth the wait. With his slippery hands moving down my stomach now, I could barely think about the original question. If he wanted a straight answer, he’d have to stop working me up. And by the feel of things, I wasn’t the only one becoming aroused again.MoreLess
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