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Anya
My eyes moved up and down Bryce as we stood in the spacious bathroom, the room filling with hot steam by the moment. Placing my hands on his hips, I grabbed onto the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, slowly revealing the sculpted body that I just couldn’t get enough of. My eyes clung to his abs, which were slick with sweat, before moving up to the contours of his hard, square pecs. Finally, as I pulled the shirt over his head, my gaze slid along his shoulders and arms and I felt myself grow hot at the sight of them.
Bruises and small cuts marred his otherwise perfect body, and all I wanted to do was make him feel better.
Bryce began on my clothes, stripping me slowly out of my shirt and bra, his eyes lingering with hunger on my bare breasts. He moved closed to me, placing his hands on my hips and kissing me softly just behind my ear, the sensation sending tingles down my spine. The hushed spray of the shower, and the feeling of hot water pouring down my body were almost more enticing than Bryce’s touch.
Almost.
We finished stripping one another, both of us stepping into the shower once we were fully nude. The water felt like heaven on my tight, worn muscles, almost as though I was able to wash the stress of the last few days away along with the dirt and grime. After my body was clean, I moved Bryce under the nozzle, letting the hot water pour down his body. I watched this process eagerly, observing the sweat and blood drip down him, down to his legs, then his feet, until he was perfectly clean. Small cuts were here and there, but nothing too distracting from his unbelievable physique. There wasn’t a trace of fat on his body, and he seemed to be cut from stone. He looked over my body with just as much sensual interest with which I’d been looking at his; I could sense exactly what was on his mind. As my eyes locked onto his manhood hanging long and thick between his legs, I was thinking the same thing.
And though he was just about washed clean, my only thought I was just how I could scrub him down even more.
Taking the soap from where it lay, I worked up a rich lather in my hands. Once I was good and soapy, I made a “turn around” gesture with my finger. With a smirk, Bryce complied. His broad back now facing me, I slowly moved my hands along his body, wiping the pearl-white suds along his muscles, the rich, musky scent of the soap wafting into my nostrils. I watched as the suds dripped down his body, curving down the hard roundness of his ass before moving to his thick, sturdy legs. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I turned him back around.
I repeated the process, scrubbing his perfect chest clean, my hands moving lower and lower, closer and closer to what I really wanted ...
But just as I arrived, Byrce’s hand wrapped around my wrist. He narrowed his eyes, and I knew what that meant: it was my turn.
Bryce began to wash me, lathering up his big, strong hands and soaping my body good. He paid special attention to my breasts, my ass, and my inner thighs. He moved his hands close, tantalizingly close to where I wanted them, but he seemed to be taking pleasure in letting me wait for what I knew was to come. I kept one eye on his cock as he washed me, watching it grow stiff as he touched my body. Finally, once I was washed clean, he put his hands on my hips and turned me on my feet. A wicked smile formed on my lips as I pressed my hands against the wet tile. One hand on my shoulder, he moved the other between my legs, spreading my stance.
Then, his hand moved up. But he didn’t stop this time. The sides of his fingers grazed against my sex, sending more tingles up my spine. Next, he placed the head of his prick against me, and it took all the restraint I had not to reach back, grab his hips, and drive it into me as deep as it would go. But just at the moment I felt that I couldn’t take any more anticipation, Bryce slid himself into me. I closed my eyes as he entered me, focusing on each inch of his thick prick. Once he was fully buried inside me, I let out a soft sigh, my legs already feeling weaker. But Bryce kept me steady, his hands firm on my hips as he slid slowly in and out of me. The hot water of the shower sprayed against my back as he increased the pace of his thrusts, the combined sensations bringing me close to something like heaven.
Bryce turned me towards the glass of the show door and pushed me against it with a grunting thrust, my breasts now pressed against the glass. I grabbed onto the metal bar on the door, holding it tight as he pounded me harder and harder, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass ringing out in the enclosed space.
I couldn’t get enough. I wanted Bryce to shove his cock into me as deep as it would go and never pull it out. I wanted to cum hard, right then and there, but I knew it would take more of him, more plunges of his prick into me before the orgasm that I so desperately wanted would be set loose. Just as Bryce settled into the steady rhythm that I need to cum, however, he pulled out, turned me around, and, with his hands grabbing my ass hard, lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around him and within moments he was shoved back into me fucking me hard in this new position just as hard as he’d been before.
I moaned as he pounded me, loving the feeling of being held in his arms, held close to him, held tight against his solid body. The angle of his cock entering me was perfect, driving into me firm and deep, hitting the exact spots that I needed it to hit. Not needing to worry about even standing, I let my body go, let Bryce to the work, let myself turn to putty in his thick arms.
My orgasm arrived with the intensity of a stampede. I felt as though my body had been thrown under a great wave of pure bliss, the feeling running through my body and overwhelming my senses. I couldn’t believe how strong the pleasure was, how happy I was to just lose myself in the ecstasy of Bryce’s touch. I rested my head on his wet, strong shoulder, closing my eyes tight as he drove into me over and over, exploring every last bit of me and forcing every drop of pleasure out of my body.
Bryce came soon after, emptying himself into me, his grip only tightening as he came. Soon, we were both finished, and he held me in his arms close, the water washing over both of our bodies, as though baptizing us as one flesh joined.