It had been a tough day for Jessica. All those idiotic meetings and other bullshit had exhausted her a bit. So tonight on her way home, on a random whim, she stopped at a little massage parlor that she normally wouldn't have noticed. It was a small, cozy place, not very luxurious, but why not give it a shot? And here she is. In a warm cozy room soaked with the smells of massage oils and aromas, lying on the massage table, fully naked, with her ass up "Mmm..." she sighs faintly "What a shitty day..." She closes her eyes and stretches gracefully, relaxing all her muscles "...Maybe this place is nicer than I expected." As she hears {{user}} walk in, she makes herself comfortable "Finally. Get to work, and give it your best shot, please."
"Yes ma'am." I reply quickly, glad to finally get to work on an attractive customer. "Where have you been feeling the most discomfort?"
She hums softly, considering his question for a moment as she idly fingers her index finger and thumb. She's strong and powerful every day, making decisions that influence thousands of people's lifes, but she needs someone to take care of her sometimes too "Well... usually I feel tired in my back." She winces a bit at the memory "...And between my legs could also use some attention. And if you have the time and patience," she winks seductively, "my ass wouldn't mind a little massage either." Jessica makes herself comfortable on the massage table, spreading her legs and bending them slightly at the knees as she shows off her perfect voluptuous behind. She's still wearing golden earrings, glittering in the dim light of the room.
"Of course ma'am." I smile warmly as I make sure to keep eye contact while moving to the other side of her table, kneeling down. Gently beginning with soft circles in between her shoulder blades before slowly working my way lower, circling around her mid back and hips, ensuring that she is relaxed before moving onto any more sensitive areas. "How's this feel so far?"
"Hmm... Better." Jessica moans softly as she feels your skilled hands move over her body. "A little lower... If you could focus on my back, I'd appreciate it. And when you feel ready..." she pauses and takes a deep breath "...You can continue on your own pace." Her voice is low and sultry as she speaks.
The massage has calmed her down a little bit, but the more you focus on her back, the more tense she gets in other areas of her body. It's clear that her body wants something else, something a bit more... personal.
I continue moving lower on her back, working out the knots that she's been carrying around all day. I can feel myself growing harder as I work closer to her perfect ass. "Mmm, how about this?" My fingers rub firm circles into her perfect ass, applying just enough pressure while getting a good feel of her ass.
"Ah... That's it..." Jessica purrs as you massage her ass. "A little higher... Up here..." She points to the small of her back, where there are a few knots that haven't loosened up yet. "That feels... amazing..." Her voice is soft and breathy now, almost on the verge of becoming a moan.
Your hands move along her lower back, circling over every inch of her perfect skin, before you reach the sensitive area she wanted massaged earlier. You begin to rub it slowly at first, but as Jessica lets out another soft moan, you can't help but speed up your motions. Your thumbs dig into her flesh, feeling for any tension left in this part of her body.
I continue to work on her back, massaging the knots that remain and making sure she's relaxed before I return my attention to her perfect ass. With one hand I begin to caress her upper thigh while using the other to squeeze and massage her cheek, digging into the flesh and feeling for any tension there. Her body responds beautifully, arching back into me as she moans softly. Her body is a work of art and I'm grateful for the chance to touch it.
Jessica gasps and moans as you massage her back and ass, the sensations overwhelming her in the best possible way. Her body arches up into your touch, wanting more, needing more. She lets out soft whimpers with each stroke of your skilled hands, feeling incredibly weak and vulnerable beneath them.
Her fingers dig into the table, nails leaving crescents in the wood as she struggles to stay still and let you work. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She wants this release so badly... She's never been treated like this before, with such tenderness and care.
Her eyes flutter shut briefly before snapping back open, meeting yours as she pants heavily, her chest heaving up and down with each breath. "Mmm..." she moans weakly. "You... you're so good at this..."
My fingers continue to move over her body as I murmur softly to her, making sure she feels relaxed and rejuvenated before I move on. Her skin is so smooth under my touch that it's almost intoxicating. "Thank you," I reply with a gentle smile, "Right now, it's all about you. I'm here to make you feel good." I pause for a moment to collect myself as my own desires grow more insistent.
"You're... really good at it..." Jessica murmurs, her eyes drifting shut again as she savors the sensation of your hands on her body. She arches into your touch even more, craving the pleasure that only you can provide. Her breath comes in quick, ragged gasps now, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
Her legs spread wider apart as she gives herself up to the feeling, trusting you completely despite being a powerful CEO who's never truly let anyone get this close before. She lets out a soft moan, her hips beginning to rock into your touch as desire builds inside her. "Don't stop..." she pants breathlessly.
Her fingers curl and uncurl in the fabric of the table as she tries to find purchase, anything to ground herself as you continue to massage her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with every touch. Her face flushed red from arousal and exertion, her lips parted and gasping for air.
As I continue to massage her, my fingers moving with greater confidence and ease now that she's relaxed, I feel my own arousal growing as well. The sight of her perfect body beneath me, the sound of her moans and gasps, it all fuels my desire for her. But for now, I focus on making sure she feels amazing. My hands continue to work the stress out of her body, one spot at a time.
Her breath catches in her throat as you massage a particularly sensitive spot along her lower back, and with a gasping moan, she arches into your touch, practically begging for more. "F-fuck..." She whispers hoarsely, the forbidden word escaping her lips as desire courses through her like an unstoppable wave. Her body trembles beneath your skilled hands, each touch sending shards of pleasure through her.
Her fingers dig harder into the table now, nails leaving half-moons in the wood as she tries to find something solid to ground herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. But it's no use; with every stroke of your hands, she feels lighter and more out of control.
Her hips begin to pump up into you, seeking deeper contact, demanding more. Her breath comes in short gasps now as her body trembles on the brink of release. "Please..." She whispers, her voice raspy with desire. "Don't stop..." Her legs quiver, and for a moment she feels like she might come apart at the seams from the intensity of the pleasure radiating through every inch of her skin.
As I continue my work on her lower back and ass, I can feel the heat emanating off of her body. The tension in her muscles begins to melt away under my skilled hands as she arches into each stroke, demanding more pleasure. "Just relax, I'm here to make you feel good. I'll take care of you, just let go." I whisper hotly into her ear as I lean over her.
Her body shudders violently as pleasure ripples through her at your words, and the touch of your breath against her ear. Her entire body tenses in anticipation of what's to come; she feels herself teetering on the edge of release, every nerve ending alight with need. She gasps for air, unable to form any coherent words as her hips buck violently beneath your hands, seeking release from the unbearable tension building within her.
Her fingers dig into the table so hard they hurt, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the sensation of you touching her, caressing her, making her feel things she never thought possible. Her breasts are tight and aching, nipples hardened to points beneath her thin chemise, and with a cry that borders on animalistic, Jessica arches up into your hands as the first wave of ecstasy washes over her.
Her body convulses beneath you, her hips rising off the table as she throws back her head in abandon, moaning long and low as pleasure courses through every muscle, every fiber of her being. She feels impossibly full, impossibly alive as wave after wave of pleasure crash over her, leaving her boneless and sated at last.
For what seems like an eternity, she lays there, breathing heavily as she comes down from her orgasmic high, her body feeling warm and relaxed. Finally, with a soft exhale, she whispers hoarsely, "Thank you..." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing.
Her eyes flutter shut for only a moment before snapping open; curiosity and excitement dancing in their depths. There's something about this experience... It was more than just a massage.
I smile down at her as she recovers, my fingers trailing up her back and over her shoulders before I help her lay back down on the table with a comforting sigh. "You're very welcome, Jessica." My voice is soft and gentle, matching the touch of my hands as caress the space between her shoulder blades. "Is there anything else I can help you with? I'm here for as long as you want."
Her eyes flutter shut as you help her lie back down on the table, your fingers brushing across her skin with featherlight touches that send shivers up and down her spine. "There is... something else." Jessica's voice sounds soft and breathy, almost dreamlike now as she opens her eyes again, looking at you from beneath her lashes.
She swallows hard, struggling to find the words. It's not every day that she lets someone this close to her, let alone enjoy their touch like she just did. But something about you... something about your hands and your voice... makes it impossible for her to resist.
"I-if you want..." She stammers, feeling a blush creep up her neck and spread across her cheeks. "I mean, I don't usually... do this sort of thing with... people I don't know." Her voice fades away into nothingness as she waits for your reaction, heart thudding loudly in her chest.
Part of her wants to take back the words and pretend she never said anything; after all, you work here, and she's just another customer. But another part of her yearns for this connection, for someone to see her as more than just Jessica the CEO... More than just a sexual object or conquest.
I run my hand firmly down from between her shoulder blades to the middle of her back before finally coming to rest on her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm here to make you feel good, Jessica. And that means doing whatever you want me to do, no limits." I whisper in a sultry tone.
Her breath catches in her throat at your words, and she can feel the heat rising up to color her cheeks once more. Her heart beats wildly against her ribs as she contemplates what it means if she lets you continue...what kind of boundaries would they cross this time? But the thought is soon pushed aside by the desire that surges through her, overwhelming any doubts or fears.
With a shaky breath, she reaches down between them, gently guiding your hand towards where she wants it most: her aching pussy. Your fingers brush against her damp folds, and with a whimper of need she arches into the touch, begging for more. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and arousal. "I want you to make me feel good."
Her hips rise off the table again as your fingers finally dip inside her, teasing and caressing her swollen nub. She cries out in pleasure at the feeling, her body trembling under the onslaught of sensations assaulting her. "Yes," she moans, rocking her hips against your hand as you begin to stroke her in time with her movements.
Her fingers tangle in the soft sheets beneath her, holding onto something as she lets go of everything else and gives herself over to the pleasure you're bringing her. Her entire body tenses and releases again and again as wave after wave of bliss wash over her, consuming her entirely. With a sharp cry of release, Jessica's orgasm crashes through her like a tidal wave, leaving her shuddering and panting on the brink of exhaustion.
But even as she feels drained and sated, there's still a tiny part of her that craves more...
As she comes down from her orgasmic high, I bring my hand up to caress her cheek gently, eyes meeting hers. "I can make you feel so much better than just this," I whisper, my breath warm against her ear as I begin to kiss and nibble along her neck and collarbone. With one arm still supporting her, the other reaches between her legs once more, thumb stroking across her slick folds before finding her swollen nub again, teasing it mercilessly with slow circles.
Her breath hitches as your warm lips brush against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. With a moan of longing, she arches into the contact, feeling needy and wanton beneath your attentive touch. Her body trembles in response to each stroke of your thumb across her clit, making tiny mewling sounds that betray her complete surrender to pleasure.
Her fingers tangled in her hair, fisting tightly as she throws back her head, lost in the sensations coursing through every inch of her. "Mmm... Yeah..." She pants softly, each word punctuated by a gasp or moan as you continue to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips buck against your hand, desperate for release, needing more of your touch.
Her body feels lit up from within, every nerve ending screaming with desire for completion. With one final sharp cry, she comes apart beneath you, her entire body tensing and spasming as another powerful orgasm wracks her frame. She gasps for air, feeling limp and boneless now, spent from the intensity of pleasure you've brought her.
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she recovers, feeling completely satisfied yet achingly empty at the same time. Something about this... connection... goes deeper than just sex, but what is it? She isn't sure, and right now, she doesn't particularly care. All that matters is the sensations coursing through her, leaving their imprint on her heart as much as on her body.
As she recovers from her second orgasm, I move to kiss her softly on the lips before whispering into her ear, "Was that enough for you? I don't think so." My hand gently trails up her body, caressing her breast and nipple through her chemise until I reach the hem of my own shirt. With practiced ease, I pull it over my head, revealing toned abs and broad shoulders to Jessica before tossing it aside. "There's a lot more pleasure where that came from," I tease playfully.
Her eyes snap open at the sight of your bare chest, and she can't help but let out a soft moan of appreciation. Her gaze travels up and down, taking in every defined muscle and perfect tan line before returning to meet yours. Jessica feels an answering heat bloom low in her belly at the sight; desire swirling through her once more like a living thing.
She lets out a shaky breath, knowing that she can't resist whatever it is you're offering her tonight. "I-I don't think that will be enough either..." She whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to touch your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin against her fingertips. Her other hand trails lower, between her legs where you've already brought her so much pleasure today.
Her hips begin to move restlessly against the table, seeking some sort of friction as she arches into your touch, craving more contact. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, breath coming in short gasps now as anticipation builds inside her. "Please..." Her fingers slip and slide against her sensitive flesh, aching for release even as her body begs for more of your touch.
It's been so long since she's let herself feel this out of control, this wanton and needy. With each passing moment, it only gets worse, each sensation spiraling higher and hotter until all she can think about is you and what you can do to her body.
I chuckle softly as I watch her movements, my own body responding to the growing desire between us. Lowering myself over her, I press a kiss against her lips before whispering hotly into her ear, "Just let go... Let me take care of you." My free hand slides up her thigh, pushing aside her underwear as it goes. My fingertips brush against her sensitive folds, teasing and circling until she's moaning and squirming beneath my touch.
Her breath hitches as your fingers slide inside her once more, filling her up with the sensation of being so completely wanted and desired. She arches into your touch, moaning long and low at the feel of you touching her in such an intimate way. Her hips rock against your hand, seeking friction where she can't find it on the table.
Her fingertips tangle in the soft fabric of the sheets beneath her, gripping tightly as pleasure washes over her in a hot, consuming wave. With each stroke of your fingers, her body tenses and relaxes anew, giving herself up to the sensations coursing through her. Her eyes are closed now, focus entirely on the feel of your touch and the way it makes her body hum with need.
She whimpers and gasps as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses, every nerve ending alive with the contact between your fingers and her slick folds. It's almost too much, this feeling of being so exposed and open, but she doesn't want it to end. Not yet... Maybe not ever.
Her hips buck against your hand in rhythm with each stroke, her body arching off the table as pleasure courses through her like a river of fire. With a sharp cry that seems to echo through the room, Jessica comes apart beneath you, her entire body tensing and shuddering as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her, leaving her feeling drained yet somehow hungry for more at the same time.
For what feels like an eternity, she lays there, breath coming in short gasps as she tries to recover from the intensity of the pleasure you've given her. Finally, when her heart rate begins to slow and the world comes back into focus, she opens her eyes, searching for your presence and touch.
I can feel the weight of your gaze as you look up at me. I run my fingers through your hair, smiling down at you as I say softly, "How do you feel?" My free hand rests on your stomach, gently stroking in soothing circles.
Her heart still races as she looks up at you, but the tremors of pleasure have mostly subsided. She can feel herself relaxing into your touch, enjoying the feeling of being held and taken care of. The last few hours have been... intense to say the least, and it's a foreign sensation for her. It's not that she doesn't enjoy pleasure or attention; it's just never been like this before.
With a shy smile, she whispers, "I feel... incredible." Her fingers still lazily play with the hair trailing down your chest. "Thank you." She swallows hard, wondering what comes next. This was supposed to be just another massage, but something about the way you touched her, talked to her... it went beyond that.
The thought sends a shiver through her body, making her nipples harden under the thin chemise once more. Part of her wants to push things further with you, explore this new side of herself.
I smile down at her, taking in the flush of color on her cheeks and the slight tremor in her voice as she speaks. "You're very welcome, Jessica." I lean in to place a soft kiss against her forehead before adding teasingly, "Do you want more?" My fingers brush gently over her stomach, leaving trails of warmth wherever they touch.
Her lips part slightly at the feel of your kiss against her forehead, and she looks up at you with eyes that gleam like polished amber in the soft lighting of the room. "More?" She asks, her voice barely a whisper. Even though she knows she should be feeling sated after everything that's happened, there's still an aching emptiness inside her, a need that only you seem to be able to fill.
Her fingers curl into fists against the sheets beneath her as desire curls tight in her belly, making her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. She swallows hard again, feeling vulnerable and exposed but somehow not wanting this moment with you to end. "Yes," she whispers, finally meeting your gaze directly. "I want more."
There's a tremor of uncertainty in her voice that speaks volumes about how much of herself she's just given you, how trusting she is at this moment. It's a feeling she hasn't experienced with anyone else, not even her closest friends or family. But for some reason, with you, it feels right. Safe.
I smile warmly down at her and gently stroke my thumb across her cheek before saying softly, "Then let's see where this night takes us." With that, I lean in to press my lips against hers, pressing my body flush against hers as I deepen the kiss. My hands move lower, sliding up her legs to rest on her hips, gently guiding her against me.
Her lips part eagerly beneath yours, her tongue darting out to taste you as she deepens the kiss. Her body molds against yours, feeling every hard line and defined muscle even through the thin layers of cloth that separate their skin. Her fingers thread through your hair, gripping tightly as passion surges between them.
The sensations are overwhelming, each touch sending sparks of desire coursing through her veins. She's never been with anyone who made her feel this way, this intensely desired and cherished. As the kiss continues to deepen, she feels herself growing wet once more, needing your touch inside her now as much as she needs your lips on hers.
With a soft moan of pleasure, she pulls away from the kiss just enough to whisper hoarsely against your mouth, "Take me back to the bed... Please." Her hips grind against yours in silent plea, begging for you to claim her and fulfill the promises implied by the desire burning bright in her eyes.
I break the kiss only long enough to whisper huskily against her lips, "Follow me." My hands slide down between your legs, cupping you through the fabric of your panties, fingers teasing and circling at the apex of your thighs. With a satisfied groan, I lead you back to the bed, helping you lie down before climbing on top of you, our bare skin pressed tightly together. "Tell what you want me to do and I'll do it, anything at all."
Her hips rock up off the bed in response to your touch, seeking friction where she can't find it beneath her. Her fingers clutch at your shirt, tugging it above your head until it slips free, revealing a smooth chest dusted lightly with hair and defined muscles. She runs her hands over you, feeling the heat of your skin against her fingertips as she explores this new territory.
With a moan of pleasure, she arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely. "Kiss me," she breathes, their lips barely an inch apart now. Her mouth opens, tongue darting out to trace the line of your jaw and neck before flicking across your bottom lip. "I want to feel your skin against mine..." She trails off with a soft gasp as her words are met with a deep, wet kiss that leaves her thoroughly breathless.
Her fingers tear at the fastenings of her chemise, impatient for the thin fabric to be gone. With a frustrated growl, she finally manages to tug it over her head and toss it aside before reaching down between your bodies. Her hand ghosts over your length through your briefs, feeling you hard and hot against her fingertips. She smiles against your lips, the knowledge that she's driving you wild giving her confidence to continue exploring further.
She hesitates for a moment before grasping the elastic of your underwear and pulling them down, revealing your cock fully freed from its confines. Her eyes widen in surprise at the size of you; she hadn't expected this... this overwhelming feeling of need that seems to envelop her every time she looks at you.
Her hand closes around your shaft, her fingers curling gently around your length and stroking you slowly.
You feel your pulse quicken at the sight of her hand curled around your cock, stroking slowly and with perfect confidence. You let out a low groan as she begins to pump harder, the sensation sending waves of heat through your body. Unable to resist any longer, you nip at her bottom lip before saying in a raspy voice, "Tell me what you want."
Her lips part, revealing the tip of her tongue as she breathes in shakily through her nostrils. Her hand grips your length more firmly, stroking up and down with a rhythm that matches the racing beat of her heart. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on yours, pleading silently for release from this unbearable tension. Her fingers slip lower between your bodies, guiding you towards her aching entrance. "Please..."
Her body trembles with need as she positions you at her entrance, breath hitching in her throat when the head of your cock presses against her wetness. With a groan that seems to come from deep within her, she pushes down hard against you, taking you inside her in one swift motion.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels you stretch her, filling her completely and making her cry out in pleasure. You're so much bigger than she expected, but the tightness of it only serves to heighten her arousal; she's never felt so claimed, so desired. Her hips buck up off the bed, needing more of you as your length presses against her sweet spot again and again.
She arches her back, digging her nails deeper into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her in a hot, intense wave. "Oh my God..." she whispers brokenly, feeling the tightening in her core, knowing that she's so close to coming undone around you. "Fuck me harder," she moans, lifting her hips again and again as she begs for release.
I bite down on my lip, trying to keep myself in check as I watch her writhe beneath me, but the feel of her hot body and slick flesh gripping me so tightly drives me wild. With a growl, I start pumping harder, thrusting deep into her over and over again until the sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room. Her nails dig deeper, leaving trails of blood dotting my skin, fueling my desire to please and claim her even more. It feels perfect.
Her body quakes and shudders as pleasure washes over her, leaving a trail of heated sensation in its wake. Each thrust of your hips drives her higher, closer to the edge, and she knows that this time... this time it's going to be so much better than anything she's ever experienced before.
Her fingernails dig into your skin harder as you continue to fill her with each powerful stroke, the sensation of being taken so thoroughly sending shards of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hips buck and writhe against the bed, urging you on, needing more as the tension builds higher and higher inside her.
With a cry that echoes around the room, she comes apart beneath you, her entire body going rigid and shuddering as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She feels you tighten against her inner walls, feel the hot rush of your release fill her up completely, and with a gasp, she's flooded with pleasure once more, her muscles clamping down around you in time with her orgasm.
As her vision begins to clear, she looks up at you, feeling somehow changed by this night, by what the two of you have shared. She can tell from the look on your face that something has shifted between them as well; there's an intimacy now that wasn't there before. It frightens her a little, but it also fills her with a warmth and contentment she's never known.
Looking down at you as you recover from your second orgasm, I can't help but smile softly to myself. The pleasure we just shared... it was intense, wasn't it? I don't think either of us expected it to be like that. As the last tremors subside, I lower my mouth to yours and kiss you gently, wanting nothing more than for this connection between us to deepen even further. "Was it what you needed?" I whisper against your lips while I stay deep inside you.
Her answer comes out soft and breathless against your lips, "Yes... It was everything I needed." She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer as she leans into the kiss, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her. The feel of you inside her is almost too much to bear, but in a good way; it's unlike anything she's ever felt before and she knows that this night has changed something inside her as well.
As you continue to kiss, her thoughts spin uncontrollably, memories flashing through her mind like a film reel gone haywire. The massage earlier today, the teasing and touches that led up to this moment... She feels both exposed and strangely safe with you, as if she can trust you with every secret part of herself.
With a sigh, she pulls back from your lips just enough to meet your eyes. They're deep pools of darkness in the soft light of the room, and they hold an intensity that makes her heart race and her skin tingle all over again. "What happens now?" She whispers, half-afraid to hear the answer but needing to know where this goes from here.
"Anything you want, Jessica." I whisper in her ear. "Anything at all, this is all about you and it always will be."
Her eyes dart over your features, studying the lines of your jaw and the curve of your lips as if committing them to memory. She can tell that you mean every word you've said, and it gives her a strange sense of power; for the first time in a very long time, she feels truly desired and cherished. The thought leaves her breathless and exhilarated all at once.
"Can we... take a shower together?" She asks finally, voice trembling slightly with uncertainty but also hope. "I feel... clean, but I want to be really clean. With you." Her hand slowly slides up your chest, tracing the lines of your abs and eventually coming to rest on your shoulder, gently massaging the tight muscles there.
She knows this is a big step for her; she's never been intimate with anyone in this way before. But something about you makes it feel right; safe and reassuring. It's as if she can trust you to understand her, even when she doesn't fully understand herself.
I smile down at her and kiss her forehead gently.
"Of course we can."
I help her off the bed and guide her to the bathroom, taking my time undressing her and revealing every inch of that beautiful body I've just been enjoying. As she steps into the shower, I join her and let the warm water wash over us both. I take time rubbing soap all over her body and running shampoo through her hair, determined to take care of her in every way possible.
The warm water cascades over her skin as she stands beneath the steaming showerhead, leaning back against your broad chest. The scent of lavender soap fills her nostrils and she shivers with pleasure, arching into you as if seeking more of your touch. Your strong hands slide across her shoulders, down her arms, and over every inch of her body, washing away the last remnants of their time together. She feels clean and new, but there's a part of her that wants to keep this night forever; she never wants it to end.
With a soft sigh, she closes her eyes and relishes in the feeling of your hands on her. The way you touch her makes her feel wanted, desired... cherished. It's not just about the physical connection between them; it's deeper than that. There's an understanding there, a sense of companionship that goes beyond mere words.
As you continue to clean her, she lets herself become lost in the sensation of your touch and the heat of your body against hers. This night has been unlike anything she could have ever imagined, and for once in her life, she's grateful for the uncertainty that led her here, to this moment with you.
She opens her eyes when she feels you slide a hand underneath her chin, lifting her face up to meet yours. Even in the dim light of the bathroom, she can see the love and affection shining back at her from your expression. It's a look that takes her breath away and leaves her feeling more exposed than ever before.
"Thank you," she whispers softly, searching for words to express what this night has meant to her. But no matter how much she tries, nothing seems quite enough. "I... I don't know how to thank you."
Smiling gently, I lean in to kiss her softly on the lips and whisper, "You don't have to thank me." My fingers continue to caress her cheek, brushing away a few stray strands of wet hair. "I just want to make sure you feel good, that's all." As we stand together under the shower, I can feel my body growing harder against hers, longing for more intimacy. But for now, I'm content with simply being close to her.
With a small sigh, she leans into your touch, her body pressing against yours in silent request. You can feel the heat emanating from between her legs even through the thin fabric of their damp bathing suits and it makes it impossibly hard for you to maintain any sort of distance. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your chest, feeling your skin flush beneath her touch as she continues to explore this new territory with tentative but eager strokes.
Her lips part, still tingling from the memory of your kiss just moments ago, and she whispers, "What now?" The uncertainty in her voice is almost palpable, and it breaks your heart a little. You want nothing more than to ease her fears, to reassure her that this night isn't ending anytime soon... if ever.
You pause for a moment, considering your words carefully before saying, "We could dry off and find something comfortable to wear..." Your voice trails off suggestively as you feel yourself grow even harder against her. "...Or we could just stay here like this." You place a soft kiss on her forehead, the warm water streaming down both of their bodies in time with your heavy breathing. "What do you want to do?"
Her hands clench into fists against your chest as she feels the tension coiling tight within her. The water continues to cascade down their bodies, washing away any lingering doubt or hesitation between them. With a shaky exhale, she finally meets your eyes and nods slowly, tears of gratitude and relief beginning to spill over her lashes. "Stay here with me... Please."
Her fingers slide lower between your bodies, feeling the hard length of you pressed against her core. She arches her back off the shower wall, inviting your touch as she guides your cock toward her entrance. With a sharp inhale, she slowly takes you inside her once more, her muscles clenching tight around you in welcome.
As you both stand there under the shower, lost in the sensation of skin on skin and the rhythm of their joined breaths, Jessica feels a sense of peace washing over her like warm water. She doesn't know where this will lead or what tomorrow will bring, but for now...for tonight...she is content just to be with you.
I slide my hands under her arms and lift her slightly so that she's pressed against me, cock deep inside. "Jessica..." I groan as she impales herself on me, her muscles gripping tightly around my length. With a growl of frustration and desire, I pull back only to slam her body against mine once more, burying myself fully inside her with each thrust. My hands wrap around her waist, holding her steady as I begin moving faster, feeling the slick heat of her body slide against me with every stroke. "God, you're perfect Jessica."
Her hands claw at your shoulders and her head falls back against the tile wall of the shower as you push her to the edge once more. Every time you thrust into her, she feels it deep down in places she didn't know could feel so good. Her hips buck and circle, urging you on, begging for release as her body quakes and shudders with each powerful stroke.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream as pleasure washes over her again, making it impossible to think about anything but the feeling of you inside her, claiming her completely. She's never been so lost in sensation before, but she doesn't want it to end; she wants this night with you to go on forever.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as tightly as her muscles grip around your length, her entire body shuddering violently as the tension reaches a breaking point and she finally comes apart in your arms. Her voice is hoarse from screaming in silent ecstasy, but she can't help but let out a soft moan as you continue to thrust, your hips meeting hers in perfect rhythm until you too lose control, pouring yourself deep into her with one final thrust.
Her vision goes blurry and her limbs feel heavy as the orgasm spills over her like liquid fire, leaving her drained but satisfied and utterly spent against your still-hard length. She's never felt so exposed, so open, or so cherished in her entire life... and she knows that this is only the beginning.
I growl deeply as I hold her close, pouring my release into her with every fiber of my being.
As your hips stutter to a stop and you growl deep in your throat, Jessica feels the last shudder of pleasure race through her as you empty yourself into her. The warmth spreads inside her, a welcome tingle that quickly fades away, leaving behind an aching emptiness that she finds oddly comforting.
She leans her head against your chest, taking deep, shuddering breaths in an effort to slow her racing heart. "Wow," she finally whispers, still not quite able to believe what just happened between them. She glances up at you through her lashes, feeling a mix of wonder and gratitude coursing through her veins. "Thank you."
As they stand together in the shower, arms wrapped around each other, Jessica can't help but wonder where this will lead. There are so many questions swirling through her mind, but for now, she decides that it's enough to simply enjoy the feeling of being close to you like this. You make her feel safe, wanted... loved. And until that changes, she plans on holding onto this moment for as long as possible.
With a sigh, you rest your head against her shoulder and close your eyes, letting the hot water rinse away the sweat and grime of the night. "You're welcome," you whisper back, "but thank you isn't enough." Your hand travels up her spine to cup the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in her wet hair as you pull her closer still. "Clean me up now, okay?"
With a giggle, she complies, lathering up her hands with shampoo and massaging it into your scalp. The act of cleaning you feels intimate in a way that neither of them expected; like they're sharing something special together. As she scrubs the last bit of soap from your hair, she lets her fingertips dance across your shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her touch.
"There," she says with a satisfied sigh once she's rinsed out the shampoo. "All clean." She smiles up at you through strands of wet hair, feeling oddly protective now that she's seen you so vulnerable like this. With another deep breath, she leans in and kisses you gently on the lips, relishing the taste of soap and your unique flavor against her tongue.
Her hands slip lower again, trailing over your chest and down your abdomen before stopping at the hem of your bathing suit. With a small tremor, she hooks her fingers into the waistband and pulls it aside, revealing more of your skin to her touch. She smiles as you shiver in pleasure beneath her touch and feels herself respond in kind, her core growing wet once more at the contact.
"Now it's my turn," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss you again before sliding down the tile wall until she's kneeling on the floor beside you. With steady hands, she helps guide your bathing suit down over your hips and thighs, revealing your hardened length to her gaze once more. "Just let me take care of that."
Her heart races as she looks up at you from where she kneels on the wet tile floor, her breath shallow and uneven. She reaches out a trembling hand
Suddenly I reach out and grab the back of her head, pulling her close and shoving my length into her throat as deep as it can go, desperate to reach as far as I can no matter the cost.
Her head snaps back with the force of your grip as you push yourself into her throat, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe. Her vision goes hazy at the edges and she struggles for air, struggling even more when you don't let up. It's not painful; in fact, it feels incredibly good. She arches her back off the floor as your hands grip tightly in her hair, desperate for contact with any part of your body.
With a muffled groan, she manages to croak out, "I-I want you..." The words come out raspy and broken, but you seem to understand her just fine. Your hands slip down her back, fingers digging into the flesh there as you grip her ass and pull her even closer. You're so hard against her throat it feels like you could snap her neck with a mere thrust; she can feel your strength flowing through her veins, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of what comes next.
She reaches out and tries to touch you, but her hands are shaking too badly from lack of air; they flutter uselessly against the warm skin of your chest. She can feel you starting to move faster now, hips pumping harder as she struggles to keep up with each thrust. The pleasure intensifies until it's all she can focus on, blocking out everything else in existence except for the sensation of your cock sliding over her tongue and the taste of your skin against her lips.
As you grow closer, closer still, she whimpers helplessly around your length. She doesn't want this to end; she wants it to go on forever.
I growl deep in my throat as I feel her gagging around me. My hand moves to cup your cheek and pulls her off roughly, only to slam her back down onto my cock once more before she has a chance to breathe. With a groan that's part pleasure and part pain, I thrust harder into her throat, feeling my release building inside me as she helplessly whimpers around my cock.
Her head snaps back and forth with each rough thrust, tears streaming down her face as she chokes on your cock. She tries to speak but can't manage more than a garbled croak; the sound of it echoes around them like some twisted song. Her vision darkens at the edges as you continue to push deeper and harder, filling every space inside her until there's nothing left but the taste of you on her tongue and the feel of your skin sliding against hers.
With a shuddering moan, she comes undone around you, her muscles clenching tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her in a dizzying rush. Her vision blurs as she comes closer and closer to the edge; the sensation of your cock sliding across her tongue is almost enough to push her right over it but you won't let up, refusing to give her even the smallest reprieve from the intensity of what you're doing to her.
Her body shudders violently as she comes apart beneath and around you, screaming into your skin as the orgasm takes hold and never lets go. She feels hot and wet all over as her climax spills down her throat in a torrent of pleasure, each spurt pushing you closer to the edge as well.