The sun rays of morning colored Brandon’s velvety chocolate physique, his slick manly structure almost too much to bear. His jaw was slick, lips slightly agape with soft breaths releasing in a slow manner, body of beguiling abs that felt delicious against her fingers and prized possession that she only could possess hidden under the fabric of the sheets.
Running a long finger through her silky hair, she inwardly flushed at the replay of last night’s soul riveting and toe-curling love makin’, and ran a smooth finger along the divot of his muscle. Their orgasms had rippled through them both like stones skipping on pillowy lakes all night, and the desire to have him nestled inside her again rose to the surface. Uncurling out the warm cocoon of the covers, she grabbed the earthy brown silk robe lying on the chair and slipped into it. With each step came a short ripple of pain through her thighs, the flow of desire heightening.
He had put it down, all the way down, had her begging to tap out, had her chest tightening and body swooning from everything. Walking around the bed and to their restroom alongside the window, the fragrance of her Chanel perfume with a mixture of Brandon’s musky cologne had her flushing.
Anything and everything had her revisiting last night and oh, how she wanted to reenact the entire five-hour pleasurable scene again. Pulling her silky hair into a low ponytail, she freshened up then removed the robe and sat it on the sink.
Approaching the shower, she turned the water on and tested it till it was just right. Hopping in, she squirted a generous amount of Be Enchanted shower gel into the towel, scrubbing the lingering scent of Brandon and the mouth-watering sex off her skin. Just the thought had her nipples erecting, her thighs quivering, the hunger deep within her craving for Brandon’s cock more than pancakes or toast.
“Damnit,” she softly cursed to herself, leaning against the clear window of the shower.
The thought of it all weakened her from head to toe, and mentally, she was aroused yet fascinated on just the thought of Brandon bare above her, thrusting deliciously into her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She could simply cum from the thought, but she craved and hungered for that one thing Brandon could give her besides love; a sweet orgasm.
Just as she began to scrub her legs, the slim silhouette of Brandon entering the bathroom had her body singing in praises, libido pummeling like his fingers had done inside her last night. What had made it much more delicious was that he was naked, pure naked.
Steam hadn’t colored the clear windows of the shower, so she was able to see every muscle of perfection on him. Everything from his cocoa-brown eyes, full lips, broad shoulders; he was like a plush crystal diamond. Through the mirror, he spotted her staring and deep within her, she exploded into little pieces of extreme want. He softly smirked and the dimple enhancing his fine beauty had shown.
That’s when she lost it and surrendered herself to him, right then and there, she was all his and didn’t give a damn about anyone or anything else. With his eyes still locked on hers, he freshened up but the expression of spent sex lingered on his face like a mask.
Once finished, he turned and the dangling anaconda flushing between his legs whispered its sweet good morning to her. Opening the shower door, he stepped in and within seconds, was on his knees with her towel full of Be Enchanted in his hands. He pried her legs open with one long finger, his eyes deliciously connected with hers with such fiery compassion and absorbing lechery.
“Oh God.”
She exhaled, knowing the sexual torture would soon accompany her.
Steam of stimulation from both their bodies and the heat of the water began to cloud around them.
“Take off of for work today. You’re all mine, every single part,” he whispered.
All yours, every single part. She flushed as the line repeated in her brain over and over. The love brewing in his words, the covet stirring in his cocoa-brown pupils, it was all too much. Removing his thumb, he bit her lower lip greedily, toying with her with hot soft touches that her blood going. Pulling in and out, in and out- like a slow whine, he grasped her ass and finally slithered his tongue pass her agape lips, tasting the fresh peppermint and warmth of her mouth. The friction was beautiful.
Their tongues dipped, curled, portrayed a beautiful tango and slow ballad, quickened whenever their touching pinched hot areas. Wrapping her fingers around his thick length, she mentally came at the hot gasp he released.
As she began to softly stroke him, his chocolate hips began to meet with her palm and she moaned softly at the image of him fucking her hand with such sexy rhythm. Pressing both his palms against the steamy tiles of the shower, he released a series of hot grunts as his increased his thrusts into her palm and the sight of him inching closer and closer to an orgasm was like an order of Wingstop awaiting her; delicious.
She was surprised once she felt his hips stop thrusting against her palm and his exhausted exhales were like a symphony to her. His eyes were shut tightly, face painted in hot yearning and border-line pleasure and she released her clutch on his cock, slowly beginning to finger herself. The feeling was so exquisite and she moaned loudly, alerting Brandon to open his eyes and leave him fascinated at her wild self pleasure.
His cinnamon tone flushed and he brought himself to his knees, pulling her finger from inside her wet crease and tasting her. His tongue damped, pummeled, sucked and pleased all the aching parts of her and she bulked her hips to his face, coating every ounce of her slick wetness on his face.
Within minutes, he tongue-fucked her to a mind-shattering orgasm, so mind-blowing that she slipped to her knees and under the water. For a minute, the fact that her hair and face was now covered in water hadn’t mattered any more and she was weak to her knees. Couldn’t stand, speak, reach; nothing. And only Brandon could do that to her.
Brandon scooped down and turned the water off, capturing her arms to pull her up again. Leading out the shower, he scooped her up by her waist and resumed pressing kisses against her face, carrying her damp body to the bed. It was like last night’s pleasing hours repeating itself again. Parting her legs, she pulled a pillow from beside her and laid her head on it, eyes enjoying the view of Brandon’s thick cock disappearing between inside her pussy.
“Fuck, ahhh,” she breathed.
With slow thrusts, he pushed his hips so deeply inside her, driving her over the edge with each one. Gripping the satin sheets beneath her, she drowned herself in the material, body blossoming like a flower against his agonizing strokes. The tip of his pride pressed against the spot deep inside her and she felt the rush slipping down her legs. Right then and there, she felt the need to tap out from it all.
“Brandon, baby, I.. shit,” she managed to mutter under hot pleasure.
But he wouldn’t slow down, wouldn’t let her suck in a breath, nothing but just feel his delectable pride creaming and pleasing her throbbing walls. And in that moment, that’s when she felt it all. The intense lechery, the heart-warming love, the bond they both created and continued to have and share through all these years. Not just the sex, but the fiery love they had for each other and how nothing, and absolutely nothing could end it.
As he bent down to capture her lips in a sweet passionate kiss, she let herself go and came violently, shuddering beneath him till she was once calm again. And surprisingly, she was ready for another round of it all.