after pool smut

[prophetepiphany]

Continued from here.

Laura made a very distinct sound of pleasure in the back of her throat, and she was mostly praying that this massage never ended. It had to eventually though, she knew, and when it invariably did, she moved under the water to rinse.

"I think you have the best hair washing skills in the worlds."

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[knife_fighter]

"I am not sure about that, but I am very highly motivated." After she rinsed, he was ready with the conditioner, working it gently through her hair until it was all smooth and silky.

And he was hot and bothered.

[prophetepiphany]

The conditioner had to sit, and what better way to let it soak in than to lean in and kiss him deeply. Her arms wound around his neck as she did, her tongue exploring his mouth in earnest. Oh yes, she could kiss him for days.

[knife_fighter]

MMmmm, Joslire's arms wrapped around her waist, his hands curved into the small of her back and he put his heart and soul into the kisses.

He pulled back to look into her eyes for a moment, then had to kiss her again.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura had the distinct feeling that they weren't going to get much actual showering done, and she steps back until her back hits the shower wall. All the while she's still kissing him, every one getting deeper and hungrier.

[knife_fighter]

Jos slid a thigh between her legs, and began kissing from her neck down to her chest.

[prophetepiphany]

Closing her eyes, Laura ran her hands down his arms and was instant putty in his arms. She moaned softly, just loud enough to be heard over the water as his lips moved over her skin.

[knife_fighter]

His strong leg was there to support her as she melted, and he took a nipple in his mouth with a happy hum, hand coming up to pleasure the other breast.

[prophetepiphany]

Her moan turned louder and she gasped his name, her hips pressing against his thigh as her head fell back against the tile. One hand moved to the back of his head, holding him where he was.

[knife_fighter]

He moved his leg against her as he continued what he was doing, using his other hand to hold her hips close to his thigh.

[prophetepiphany]

Bending her head, Laura leaned forward so that she could trail her lips across his neck as she rocked against him, biting gently as she set a rhythm against him. She was moving a little faster, panting against his neck already.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire's mouth strayed away from her breast to kiss other places, her neck, her lips, her ear, then the other breast, his kisses her hotter and sloppier and his hips moved against her with the rhythm she set, his erection bumping deliciously against the soft skin of her hip.

[prophetepiphany]

When Laura finds her voice, it's thready with arousal, and she drags him up to kiss him.

"I want you, Joslire please..." He's gotten her to the point of whimpering, and all she wants is more.

[knife_fighter]

"Turn around baby," he panted.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura does exactly as he asks without hesitation, bracing her hands on the wall as she looked back over her shoulder at him.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire lifted one of her legs so the foot could rest on the side of the tub, and placing one of his legs between hers so he could brace his foot on the ledge at the back of the tub, he bent his knees and placed the head of his penis at her entrance.

He wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her mound, the other at her breast, both pleasuring and supporting her. He kissed the point under her ear, as he pulled her back onto himself.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura gasped loudly, shuddering when he was finally inside of her, and she closed her eyes again, pausing to simply feel him for a moment. It wasn't long before she started to move with him, too eager to stay idle for too long.