I slipped past him, brushing my still flushed body against his. My front to his front, my tits and pussy tingled connecting with his solid chest and his cock that was already hard again.

He stepped in after me. Settling in behind me, he gathered my hair and arranged it on the top of my head, securing it with an elastic. He’d already tied his long hair back on the way into the bathroom.

Thank you,” I murmured. His thoughtfulness made me glow.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He pressed his warm lips to my nape.

Tingles of desire rolling through me, I started to turn around. I wanted his lips on mine and his cock back inside me. I’d never wanted anyone, needed anyone the way I did him.

“Stay like you are,” he said.

He reached around me for the soap. Lathering his large hands with suds, he began to wash me. Smooth strokes across the slopes of my swelling breasts, tight circles around my throbbing nipples, a purposeful plunge to my aching pussy.

“Barry.” I moaned, leaning my head against his solid shoulder. “I need your cock inside me.”

“In a minute.”

He licked the side of my neck, and my needy pussy spasmed. Getting more soap and making lather, he spread it all over me. Water sluiced over my breasts and ran down my body in rivulets while he caressed my mound with his soapy hands.

“Please.” I began to tremble because he knew just how to touch me.

I widened my stance. My breaths shortened as I watched his hand disappear between my legs. My nipples were fine points that the spray of water made tighter. My pussy ached, and that ache grew stronger as his hand glided slippery and wet, back and forth across my pulsing clit.

“Hands on the wall,” he said in that low, gravelly voice, and I immediately complied.

My palms flat on the cool tile, he grabbed my hips. Giving me a firm yank back toward that glorious cock of his made more needy tingles erupt inside me.

“Tilt your hips up,” he said, his mouth near my ear.

I tilted, and he slid his hot cock inside me.

“So good.” He groaned. “You fit me so good, Addy.”

“Oh, Barry. You feel so good inside me.” My wet pussy clenched around his thickness, desire washing over me like the shower spray.

Grasping my hips firmly, he withdrew and slammed back inside me.

“You’re so wet. So perfect,” he said, and all of me shimmered with heat.

Covering me with his large body, he glided in and pulled back out. Ribbons of silky pleasure tightened my nipples and my core, making it vibrate with need. His breath grew heavy at my neck, and desire swelled within me. Stroke by perfect stroke, he made me wetter and hotter.

“Barry.” I gasped as he forcefully thrust inside and hit that perfect spot. “I’m going to come.”

“I know,” he said on a groan. “I can feel you, tight like a glove. Come,con bu?m c?a tôi. When you let go, I will too.”

I surrendered, sliding right over the slippery edge without fear because I was his. He let go too, planting his glorious cock deep inside me. Pulse after white-hot pulse, he gave me all of him, filling me to overflowing.

After our climax, he pulled out and turned me around. He gave me a long, languid, deep kiss that I treasured, with our fronts, his chiseled contours, and my curves aligned.

His salty and spicy taste lingering in my mouth and his essence inside me, I washed myself, then I soaped him. It was my turn, and I savored it. Every unyielding and rigid inch of his body, I worshipped, from the smooth skin stretched over his broad shoulders to his tapered waist to the appendage that grew and began to pulse hotly within my hands.

“Barry?” I looked up at him.

“No, babe.” He removed my hands from his cock. “Not again. You need to sleep.”

“I’m not feeling very sleepy right now,” I told him.

“Nevertheless. You’re mine to take care of, and I take that responsibility very seriously. Yeah?”