Dad's best friend fucks me - part 3

Exploring new ways to get off with dad's best friend

Mel part 3

When I awoke, I realized neither of us had moved an inch. I was still pressed against Derek’s body, and my head was still tucked under his chin. He slept soundly with his strong arms wrapped around me. The light in the room had taken on a yellowish hue, and I knew it was much later in the day. We had been asleep for several hours.

I slowly shifted so I could turn my face up to look at his without waking him and studied his handsome features. The skin on my face was damp where it had been touching his neck, and the air felt cool on it when I pulled away. His face was completely relaxed as he slumbered, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was deep, slow, and even. I stared at his lips, imagining them on mine, making my heart flutter.

He really was attractive any way I looked at him. Although he was 41, he looked more like he was in his 30s. His face had a youthful quality to it, with no lines from age yet. His strong nose chin gave him an attractive, masculine profile. His brown hair was thick and full with no visible grays, and even his facial hair was still dark and evenly colored. He hadn’t shaved his face for a couple of days, so he was a bit overgrown, but I didn’t mind. I like the sort of rugged look it gave him.

Every girl dreams of being deflowered by someone special, and I realized that I was just one of the lucky girls that got her wish, even though I hadn’t even known that was my wish until right before it happened. I knew the memory of losing my virginity to Derek would be one I would cherish no matter where I ended up in life.

Lying in his arms, the events of the last 24 hours or so still didn’t feel real. Derek was handsome, muscled, sweet, well-endowed, and an amazing lover. He even had a nice house that he kept up and a decent amount of money. He really was the whole package.

I was just a skinny, flat-chested, short girl with plain features that was half his age and half his size, and I had no prior experience pleasing men. I had only graduated from high school three months earlier in May, and I had just turned 18 a two months ago in early June. I lived with my dad who still provided everything for me, had no job, and had no real plan.

I was sure Derek found me childish and helpless, and I wondered: What could he possibly want from me? I felt a small knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I told myself he would never do anything to hurt me, but then a small voice in my head would argue: If this isn’t just sex, is it a relationship? My stomach knotted tighter; how could I date a man 23 years older than me? And worse, my dad’s best friend?

God, what have I done? I wondered.

I took a couple of slow, deep breaths to calm my thumping heart. The anxious knot eased a little.

This is Derek, I thought. I am safe with him.

With that thought, I tucked my face back up under his strong chin and squeezed my eyes closed, breathing in his musky smell. I pushed my negative thoughts aside the best I could. I told myself that, at that exact moment, all that mattered was that this man had my naked body wrapped up and pressed against his, keeping me safe, warm, and satisfied.

I closed my eyes and dozed off again, only to be woken up almost immediately by Derek’s phone ringing on my bedside table. He stirred from his deep sleep and opened his eyes groggily, leaning his muscled chest over me and reaching with his muscled arm to grab his phone from behind me. Looking at the screen, he furrowed his brow, cleared his throat and answered.

“Hey, Ted,” he said, sleep still weighing heavily on his voice, making it extra deep and gravelly.

My heart dropped, and my eyes flew open at the mention of my dad’s name. All the anxiety and guilt from earlier in the day about talking to my dad came flooding back as I heard his muffled voice on the other end of the call. I listened, but I couldn’t make out the words.

“No, it’s okay man, I just, uh, yanno. Fell asleep watching TV. We both did,” Derek added quickly, glancing down at me, forehead creased slightly. He still had an arm underneath me, wrapped around my waist, and he stroked the small of my back a couple times, listening to my dad speak. “Yeah, yeah, she’s good,” he said, speaking slightly quicker than usual. “She’s here. Do you want to talk to her?”

Derek glanced down at me, and I looked at him with wide, anxious eyes as he passed me the phone. I took it, trembling slightly at keeping such a huge secret from my dad. Derek stroked the small of my back, trying to be reassuring, but it made me feel even more guilty knowing I was lying naked with dad’s best friend, who had taken my virginity just hours earlier, while I spoke to him on the phone.

“H-hey, dad,” I said into the phone as Derek stroked my lower back.

“Hey, Melanie,” my dad said. “How are you, kiddo? How come you never called me?”

“Oh,” I answered, “sorry about that. Like Derek said, we fell asleep watching TV…” I glanced nervously up at Derek’s face, and he watched me, brow still slightly furrowed.

“I get it. Late night, a lot of action, you need to recharge,” he said, trying to sound understanding. I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking that he had no idea how right he was.

“Uh-huh,” I said, unsure what else to say. There was an awkward pause.

“So,” dad continued, trying very hard to keep the conversation going, “is Derek taking good care of you?”

My heart skipped a beat. “W-w-what?” I stammered. “Oh, yeah, uh-huh, he’s taking really good care of me,” I said quickly, trying to smooth over the obvious stammer in my voice. I blushed deeply, glancing up at Derek, and I noticed the color rising in his cheeks, too. Distracted by him stroking my lower back, I rolled over, pinning his hand under me to stop the motion.

My dad must’ve sensed something was off, because he asked, “You sure you’re okay, Melanie?”

“Yeah, I’m totally good,” I replied, perhaps a little too quickly.

Dad paused. “I miss you, kiddo.”

“I miss you too, dad.” I wished he would hang up.

“Can we FaceTime? I want to see you,” he asked.

My eyes widened, panicking at the thought as I lay naked next to Derek in his bed. “Uhhh, no dad, not right now,” I said quickly, voice a little higher-pitched than I intended. I quickly added, “Bad signal, you know? Derek’s WiFi sucks today, even the audio is cutting out a little…” I bit my lip to keep from prattling on with the lame excuse, hoping my dad wouldn’t question it.

“Oh,” he said, “okay. Another day, then.” He sounded disappointed but, thankfully, not suspicious.

“Yeah, for sure, dad. Another day. Soon,” I said, relieved that he dropped it.

“Well, you sound worn out, kiddo, so I’ll let ya go. Bye,” he said.

“Bye, dad,” I said, and he ended the call. I once again thought that he had no idea how right he was, but for all the wrong reasons.

I exhaled slowly as I handed the phone back to Derek, and he rolled onto his back to set it on the bedside table closer to him. I noticed the clock said 7:36pm, and I realized I had spent most of the day sleeping in between mind-blowing sex with Derek. I felt my cheeks flush a little.

For a few seconds, we lay in silence, both on our backs, watching the ceiling fan and contemplating the conversation that had just happened. His arm still pinned underneath me, Derek pulled me towards him, turning me onto my side to face him. I tucked one hand under my pillow and placed the other on his chest, resting my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around my back, his hand settling on my hip. He reached up with his other arm and placed it behind his head, turning his face towards me. He ran his thumb in circles over the skin on my hip, and I put one slender leg up on top of his muscular one while I lightly stroked his chest with my open hand. We laid like that for a while, saying nothing.

Guilty thoughts were racing through my head at a million miles a minute, and I tried to put them out of my mind. Unable to do so, I sighed in frustration, rolled over, and sat on the edge of the bed. I stretched my arms above my head, muscles even more sore now than they were earlier, and my pussy throbbed a little, but not from arousal. I realized the tinge of pain was from being stretched earlier. That realization gave me an abrupt flashback to watching Derek’s cock make my belly bulge out, and I suppressed a small shiver.

I got up, walking into the bathroom. All of my toiletries were still out on the counter from my shower earlier, as well as my clean clothes that I had abandoned when Derek came home.

I grabbed my hairbrush and started working through my knotted hair. Once it was smooth and detangled, I tied it above my head in a messy bun. Glancing in the mirror, I saw Derek was still on his bed behind me, propped up on one elbow, watching me. I blushed and got dressed in a comfy pair of short, gray cotton shorts and a loose-fitting, well-worn black t-shirt, skipping the undergarments. My phone was still on the charger in the bathroom from earlier, and I grabbed it, glancing at my notifications. I had about 30 more messages from my group chat, two missed calls from my dad, and a bunch of social media alerts. I deleted all the notifications, choosing to continue ignoring the outside world.

I heard Derek stir in the bed behind me as he stood up, still completely naked. His muscled body was nice to look at, and I was still impressed by the size of his manhood, even as it hung in its soft state. He walked towards the bathroom as I was walking out, and we stood on either sides of the doorway. I looked him up and down, blushing a little, and he stepped close, looking down at me with the half smile that always made me want to melt. I smiled back up at him, and he placed a hand on my neck, bent his face down to mine, and gave me a slow, gentle kiss. I closed my eyes and sighed, opening them again as he pulled his hand away and scooted past me into the bathroom.

I watched his muscled, firm ass as he walked past me, admiring the view. He saw me looking in the mirror and smiled playfully, winking at me. I blushed yet again, but I smirked at him, turned, and walked out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

Dehydrated again, I drank a few glasses of water. Then my stomach grumbled, and I realized I hadn’t eaten anything but a yogurt and some strawberries nearly eight hours earlier. I was starving. I opened the fridge, scanning for something to eat for dinner.

Derek came out of his room, wearing loose-fitting blue basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt that was just tight enough to show the definition of his arms, shoulders, chest, and abs. He walked up behind me as I stood in front of his open fridge, placing his hand casually on my shoulder and resting his thumb on the nape of my neck. I tried my best to act casual and not react, but I subconsciously bit my lip, giving myself away.

“I don’t really have much food,” Derek said as I closed the fridge. “I should have gone shopping earlier while I was out. How about we order pizza?”

I turned to face him, and he kept is hand on my shoulder, thumb now resting on my collar bone. I smiled up at him. “Pizza sounds great,” I replied. “You make all the decisions. You know what I like.” My heart fluttered a bit at the unintended double meaning.

Derek chuckled at that, a deep, gravelly laugh, and I felt the now-familiar butterflies in my stomach. “Fair enough,” he said, dropping his hand from my shoulder and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

An hour and a half later, we sat outside on the patio in the soft light radiating from the windows on the house. Partially-empty pizza boxes sat on the coffee table in front of us. It was now after 10pm.

We sat on an outdoor sofa. He had an arm around my waist, hand resting on my hip, and I was leaned into his side with my head back against his shoulder. We both had our phones out, comparing funny videos and chatting about nothing in particular. Aside from the physical intimacy, it felt like it had before the events of the last night, except that an occasional twinge of soreness in my pussy was there as a constant reminder of his substantial cock filling me with pleasure and cum, making me shiver or blush at random times.

During one such time, a shiver hit me during a lull in the conversation. He lowered his phone and looked down into my eyes and asked, “You cold, Mel Mel?”

I shrugged, and said, “No, not really. Just a bit… sore.” I gave him a small smile and added, “But, you know. In a good way.”

He chuckled and flashed his half smile at me. “We could always take a dip,” he said, nodding towards the hot tub. The idea was appealing, and I immediately had the urge to remove his clothes so I could get a good look at his chiseled body in the soft outdoor light.

“Mmmmm,” I sighed, smiling. “Yes. That sounds nice.”

At that, he stood up. Turning towards me, he held out a hand to help me up, and I took it. He pulled me towards him so we were nearly toe-to-toe, looking down at me with his chocolatey brown eyes as I craned my neck to look up at him. He put his hands on my hips, slipping a few fingers under my shirt, and I rested my hands on his shoulders. He bent his face down to mine, gave me a slow, soft kiss, and moved his lips behind my ear where my skull met my neck, kissing gently.

The sensation made me quiver and moan quietly, and I felt the warmth in every inch of my body as my slightly sore pussy throbbed. He lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my hard, pink nipples to the night. One hand on the small of my back, he pushed my shoulders back slightly so my body was slightly arched backwards, and bent over me to suck on my nipple, rolling and pinching the other between his agile fingers. I gasped and moaned with pleasure.

He alternated his mouth from one side to another, suckling and tonguing my sensitive little erect nipples, and started pressing, rubbing, and gently squeezing my belly with his large hand that was almost as wide as my waist. Before Derek, I had never known how amazing it could feel to have someone rub my sensitive belly, and this time was no different. I shivered and whined with need, pleasure and warmth coursing through me in waves.

I gently pushed him back and grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off over his head. His hands went back to my hips as he kissed me, our mouths open, tongues exploring each others’ mouths. I slipped my hands under the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down and letting them fall around his ankles. He did the same to mine, then slid his hands down and grabbed my butt cheeks, squeezing them and working them in circles. I moaned, closing my eyes and tilting my head back, enjoying the feeling of his strong grip.

After a long moment of playing with my butt, he looped his hands between my thighs from behind and picked me up, and I wrapped my legs tightly around him, putting my arms around his neck. I felt the very tip of his erection brush my wet pussy and throbbing clit as he carried me over to the hot tub, and I gasped a little in surprise and pleasure.

He stepped down into the in-ground hot tub. The water was clear and dark, and tendrils of steam were barely visible in the dim light from inside the house. I felt the hot water envelop my feet, then my calves, and it finally hit my wet, throbbing pussy. I moaned, still holding on to Derek, and we sank below the water up to our necks.

The hot water felt amazing on my sore body, and I released my hold on him and sank down onto the seat, sighing blissfully and leaning my head back against the edge of the tub, closing my eyes. Derek reached over to a small electrical box near the stairs, fiddled with something inside, and the lights and bubbles suddenly switched on.

After having nothing but the soft glow of the lights inside the house dimly illuminating the back yard, the underwater lights seemed too bright. I was suddenly self conscious, wondering if we were visible to any of the neighbors, and I opened my eyes and looked around, checking to see if I could spot any windows over the tall privacy fence that surrounded the back yard.

Derek saw me looking around and floated over to me. He slid his body under mine, pulled my back against his chest, and I sat on his lap, feeling his hard cock against my butt and lower back. The bubbling water covered him up to the middle of his chest, but for me, even sitting on his lap, it hit above my collar bone.

He wrapped his muscled arms around me, one covering my naked tits, the other around my waist. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, “Don’t worry, baby girl, no one can see us.”

“Are you sure?” I asked quietly, still looking around, unable to relax. “Maybe we should turn off the lights?” I said questioningly.

“It’s fine, Mel Mel,” he said, his mouth still next to my ear, making me shiver with pleasure. “I want to see you, baby girl.” He moved his lips down to the left side of my neck, kissing the sensitive skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he growled into my ear.

My heart fluttered and I moaned, tilting my head to the right to expose more of my pale skin to his affectionate lips, and squirming against hard cock with my ass and my lower back. He moaned deeply into my neck, sucking and nibbling. I reached behind his head with my left hand, running my fingers up through his hair and gently pressing his face into me. My sore pussy throbbed and my clit pulsed, red-hot.

I leaned my chest forward into his arm, stimulating my hard nipples concealed beneath it, and pushed my ass back into him, pressing on his hard shaft. We both groaned lustily, and I rolled my hips back, rubbing his manhood into my ass, and my clit throbbed again, almost painfully. I was breathing heavily now, rubbing up and down on his hard cock, gripping a handful his hair, and pressing his face harder into me.

I gasped in surprise as he bit down on the sensitive, pale skin of my neck, the sharp pain sending a wave of pleasure through me and giving me goosebumps. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“Mmmmm.” Breathless, that was all I could manage. He nibbled again gently, driving me absolutely wild. I worked my ass against his cock a couple more times, pushing his hand down from my waist towards my throbbing, aching clit, and using one of his fingers to press down on it. He took over, rubbing agonizingly slow, teasing circles on the sensitive, swollen nub with the pad of his finger. I arched my back and rolled my hips back, moaning with need.

He pulled his head up from my neck, put his left hand under my knee, and lifted my slender leg up out of the water while he turned me to face him. Startled, I put my arms around his neck to keep my head above the water as he used his right hand to scoop up my other leg, bending my body in half. I was facing him now, calves resting on his shoulders, arms around his neck, eyes wide in surprise as I looked at up his ruggedly handsome face. He smiled at me mischievously.

He put a hand on my shoulder, thumb at my collar bone while, unbeknownst to me, his other hand centered his hard cock under my throbbing pussy. Then, without warning, he pushed down firmly on my shoulder, forcing my body down, and impaled me on his hard, thick manhood.

I yelped, squeezing my eyes shut and throwing my head back, and the sudden pain and deep pleasure took my breath away. He moaned, pausing for a moment with his whole cock inside me. His big hands nearly encircled my entire petite waist as he gripped me firmly, and his arms encircled my legs, holding them up over his shoulders. I opened my eyes, panting from the painful pressure in my already sore pussy, and looked up at him with wide eyes, my feet in the air around his head. I whimpered quietly from equal parts pain and need, but I knew exactly what I wanted as I throbbed painfully around his girth and my sensitive clit felt hot and swollen.

“Please,” I whimpered, “fuck me, Derek…”

H groaned lustily, gripped my waist hard, and started pumping my whole body up and down on his hard shaft. I felt helpless, manhandled, and thoroughly turned on as the hot, bubbly water sloshed around my shoulders. He lifted me up and down like I was nothing more than a silicone sex doll. “Ooooohhhhmmmmm,” I moaned, desperately clinging to his neck.

“Yeah, my sweet little Mel Mel,” he growled, in his deep, sexy, gravelly tone, looking at me through his thick eyelashes, “take me in. Take it all.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned. Each time he shoved me down, the head of his stiff, thick manhood bumped against my cervix and sent ripples through my whole body. He was panting, grunting, and bouncing me on his shaft as the pleasure built between my thighs. I could barely breathe, the impacts sending zingers like small electric shocks through my small frame and despite the hot, steamy water, it gave me goosebumps everywhere and kept my nipples rock-hard.

A high-pitched “Ah, ah, ah, ah!” was the only sound I could force out as I approached climax.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he said, pumping me up and down slightly faster. “Cum on my cock.”

Nearly there, I started to shudder and arch my chest out, and Derek quickly shifted his hands down to where my thighs met my body, continuing to pump me on his cock in a steady rhythm, and started rubbing my throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb.

The additional stimulation launched me into an intense, overstimulated, full-body orgasm. I arched my back as far as it would go, dipping my hair into the hot water, and pressed my torso between my legs into his abs, tightening my grip on the back of his neck. My eyes were open wide, and I was seeing stars.

The muscles in my pussy contracted repeatedly on his thigh shaft and, just when I thought I physically could not take any more stimulation, Derek gave a feral grunt through clenched teeth and a hard thrust with his hips. Even submerged in the hot water, I felt his warm cum pumping into me.

Renewed waves of unbearable pleasure wracked my body as my pussy muscles clenched over and over again around his rapidly softening shaft. I opened my mouth to scream, but there was no air left in my lungs, so no sound came out. I stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, dizzy, head craned back, mouth wide open, feet in the air, and quivering. Finally, as the orgasm began to subside, I remembered to breathe.

I took in deep, shuddering breaths, chest heaving. Finally able to supply my body with the oxygen it so desperately needed, the stars around the edges of my vision began to clear. I loosened my hands on Derek’s
neck as he slid my legs down from his shoulders and back into the water, pulling his soft cock out of my pulsing, sore pussy, and my hips slid further down his lap as I bent my knees under me, straddling him. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes.

I pressed my body against him, rested my head on his shoulder facing his neck, and hooked my arms over his shoulders, letting them dangle limply behind his back.

Just then, the timer on the bubbles ran out and they stopped. It was silent, and I could hear my pulse in my ears. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand on the middle of my back, holding me gently against him, the other hand stroking my damp hair. I was still slightly dizzy, and the chlorine in the steamy air around my face burned my throat and made my eyes water. I closed them, feeling small tears drip sideways down my face as a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature wracked through my muscles, and I shuddered as I started to doze off a little.

Feeling me shiver, Derek lifted his head, opened his eyes and looked down at me, noticing the small tears that had leaked from my eyes from the chlorine. He started, and I felt his whole body tense. He gently took my face between his hands and centered it in front of his, and I let my limp arms fall into the warm water and float freely. I opened my eyes blearily to look at him, roused suddenly from my dozing, and he was looking at me with a guilt-laden expression, furrowing his brow, eyes wide and anxious. He wiped the small tears from my face with his thumbs.

“Fuck, Mel, are you okay?” he asked, stroking my flushed cheeks. “Are you… are you crying?” he asked worriedly. I realized how rough I must’ve looked to him: flushed, exhausted, tears leaking from my watery eyes.

“No, no, I’m okay. Just the chlorine, making my eyes water…” I said weakly, giving him a small smile.

“Okay… That’s all? You sure?” he asked. He gave me a deep, searching look.

“That’s all,” I said, trying to reassure him with another small smile, “I promise. But… can we go inside?” I asked. I had had enough of the chlorine, and the heat was starting to make me dizzy. “I really want to take a shower.”

His body relaxed and his expression softened. “Of course, baby girl,” he said, kissing me gently. He released my face, and I waded towards the stairs. Stepping out of the hot tub, the night air gave me a chill. Derek stepped out behind me, and we realized there were no towels. Shivering, I scooped up my discarded clothes off the concrete and ran inside. The AC was even worse, and I darted through the house to the master bathroom, leaving the patio door open behind me.

In the bathroom, I heard the patio door slide close and a loud click as Derek locked it. I turned on the shower, shivering as I waited for the water to heat up, and looked at my reflection in the mirror over the sink. With dismay, I noticed two crescent-shaped teeth marks where Derek had bitten the left side of my neck, and I leaned in close to the mirror to examine it. It was a deep welt that was definitely going to bruise. I huffed, then stepped into the shower.

The warm water felt great after the chill of the AC. My body was tired and felt sore and used, but in the best possible way. I worked shampoo into my hair, closed my eyes, and massaged my scalp. I rinsed out my hair, then turned and faced the shower, letting the water run down my face and chest. I reached for Derek’s body wash. Just then, the door to the shower swung open and he stepped in behind me.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, putting his hands on my shoulders and rubbing them lightly.

“Sure,” I said, but I was exhausted. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pressing my back into him. I sighed deeply, leaning back against him. I turned my head, pressing a cheek against his chest, and tilted my chin up, trying to look at him, and he looked down at me. “Just go easy on me, okay?” I pleaded. “I’m so tired…”

He turned me to face him and took the bottle of soap from my hand, kissing my forehead. “Of course, baby girl.” He squirted some soap into his hand, put the bottle down, and put both hands on the small of my back, pulling me into him. I leaned against him, resting my hands on his hips and pressing a cheek to his chest as he began to lather my back. He gently massaged my sore muscles, pressing me into him, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. He worked me with both hands from my shoulders to my waist, and then gradually lower until his hands cupped both my butt cheeks, and he gave them several gentle squeezes, pulling them apart and squishing them back together several times. It felt very, very good.

He pushed me back and sat me down on the shower bench. The tile was cool under my freshly massaged butt, and it felt nice. He bent down and picked up one of my legs at the knee, first working the soap all the way up my thighs, and then down my calves and to the bottom of my foot. Ticklish, I giggled and pulled my foot away, and he smiled down at me. He repeated the process on my other leg, more careful with this foot. Then he grabbed the shower head from its holder, rinsed me down from head to toe, and put it back.

He pulled me to my feet, turning me so my back was pressed against his chest. Squirting some more of the white liquid soap onto my belly and using both of his big hands, he started rubbing it all over my front. He lightly squeezed my small tits and rubbed my belly in lazy circles. I had thought I was too tired to get fully aroused again, but as I stood there, back against him and eyes closed, he worked the lather downward, rubbing from my mound out to my hips in gentle circles. I felt warmth between my thighs, and he slipped his soap covered middle finger into my slit, stroking gently but with just enough pressure that a small moan escaped my lips.

He gently ran his whole big hand up and down, cupping my pussy, keeping his middle finger inside my slit and lightly massaging my rapidly swelling clit. He kept rubbing my throbbing nub in tight, slow circles, and he slid his other hand up to gently play with my now-hard nipples, sliding his hand back and forth to give them both some attention. After the rough fucking and nearly unbearable, mind-blowing orgasms in the hot tub, this slow, smoldering arousal felt divine.

I was amazed how this man, who had just picked me up and used me like a sex doll not one hour earlier, destroying my pussy, could be so sweet and gentle now. As much as him tossing me around and using me turned me on, the contrast to his soft affectionate hands building me up to a slow climax now made it feel that much more erotic. I breathed heavily and moaned, nearing the edge.

I put my hand lightly on his, feeling his fingers work me between the thighs. I started rolling my hips in rhythm with his finger on my clit. He brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “Cum for me, baby girl,” and then he planted a firm, affectionate kiss on the side of my neck. That did it.

Holding on to the back of his neck above me with one hand, I gripped his wrist with my other hand as he massaged my pulsing clit. “Oh, oh, ooooooohhhh my god, yes!” I moaned breathily, rolling my hips forward into his hand and arching my back. He rested a hand on my waist and continued to gently rub my sensitive nub as my body shuddered through several waves of warm pleasure. When the climax started to subside, I pushed his hand away from my tender clit, and he rested it on my mound as I leaned back into him in post-orgasmic bliss.

We stood like that for a while under the warm water, and he gently kissed my neck on either side while stroking my belly. I started feeling sleepy, and I stifled a yawn. Noticing that I was tired, he slid his arms to my shoulders and turned me around to face him.

“Go lay down, baby girl,” he said softly, looking down at me through thick eyelashes with his warm, chocolatey-brown eyes.

“Mmmm, okay,” I said. He kissed me on the forehead, and I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. I admired the view through the clear glass door of the shower as he turned towards the water and washed, and I watched him with satisfaction as I dried off. After a couple minutes, as I was using the towel to squeeze water out of my hair, he looked back over his shoulder and saw me watching him, and he smiled and winked.

I laughed, hung the towel up to dry, and finished my post-shower routine. Glancing back at his sexy, muscled body one more time before leaving the bathroom, I went and laid down on my stomach, still naked, on his big, comfy bed. As soon as my face hit the pillow, I hugged it above my head, my thoughts drifting to the amazing, sexy man in the room next door and everything he had done to my little body to give me such intense pleasure. With those thoughts, I fell asleep almost instantly.