Page 114 of Assassin's Obsession

Angelo presses my thighs further apart so I'm completely open. I expect his hand to slide up my thigh and touch my vulva.

It doesn't. He puts his hand behind him and does something. A second later, a strong stream of water hits me right between my legs.

I cry out in surprise and try to close my legs.

Angelo's hands grip both my thighs, holding me in place. "Relax,amate. You're going to like this, I promise."

But it's not his reassurance that stops me trying to close my legs, or even his hold on my thighs. It's the way the water feels pulsing against my intimate flesh, stimulating my clitoris in such an unexpected way.

Of course, a lot of my experiences with Angelo are brand new for me but this is a doozy.

Once I relax, Angelo's hands begin to explore my body, caressing my limbs and finally coming up to cup my breasts and play with my nipples.

My desire grows to epic proportions as he plays my body like a finely tuned instrument only he has the key to. I'm on the verge of coming, so stimulated, I can't think straight.

The water continues to pulse against me. Angelo continues to touch me, but it's not enough.

"I can't," I finally cry in frustration, once again trying to close my legs. "It's torture."

Amazing torture that feels better than pretty much anything, but I can't come.

His calves coming around mine to trap my legs in place, he lifts my hips enough so that his dick can press against my opening.

"Yes," I breathe. "That. I need you inside me."

He lowers my body slowly over his engorged penis. "Water washes away natural lubricants so we have to be careful here. Go slow. I don't want to hurt you."

Do I believe him? Or is this more sexual torture? But he doesn't stop the roll of his hips that push him deeper with each thrust.

"Move your hips but only a little."

My instincts are to ride him like a wild pony, but I do what he says. He helps, his hands guiding me until I find a rhythm that has me moaning with pleasure.

Then his big hands glide up my torso to cup my breasts again, pinching and rolling my nipples under the water.

His engorged erection continuously hits that spot inside me that lights my clitoris up like a strobe spotlight.

Needing something to hold onto, I throw my arms behind me and grab his hair.

It's too much.

It's not enough.

My body is on fire, but I never want it to end. Turning my head into his neck, I kiss the underside of his jaw, lapping at the salty skin like the cat he likes to call me.

His head turns and his lips crash down on mine.

And that's when the cataclysm happens. I explode into sparkly bits all over the place, my body going into a rictus of such pleasure, I can't breathe.

Can a body survive feelings this intense?

Angelo's calves keep my legs trapped so I can't get away from the stimulation to my clitoris as he continues to thrust into me from behind. My climax goes on and on and on.

There's no aftershocks; it just doesn't end. The ecstasy is so intense my vision is going black around the edges. It's the jet of water. The muted pressure against my pleasure center never lets up.

Angelo's breathing speeds up and he swells inside me, his movements losing their smooth rythm. He's about to come and I crave it.

I want to feel him in that moment he is as lost to ecstasy as I am.

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