Page 70 of Marks of Rebellion
"Shower games are my specialty," I boast.
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm." I stick my hand in the water to check the temperature then move us in.
After I give her a few more orgasms, I diligently wash every inch of her flesh and give her a head massage with the shampoo.
"Oh, they have conditioner!" she squeals.
"Is that important?"
She gasps. "Yes."
Amused I ask. "Do we need to steal some to take with us?"
Her eyes widen, and she whispers, "Can we?"
"Whatever you want, I'll make happen, Flower," I arrogantly promise her, and when we get out, I take a Ziplock bag from my backpack and pour half the bottle in it.
"My hero," she teases.
I put my hand over my ear. "Sorry. What did you say? I didn't hear you?"
She playfully swats my arm then pushes my chest so I fall back on the bed, and she straddles me. She says something.
"That's super sexy, but I have no idea what you just said. No español."
"I just spoke in Portuguese."
"Oh. Well, I don't speak that, either."
So much happiness radiates off her that I make a mental note to wake her up by making her come every morning. Not that anyone would have to pressure me or anything.
She leans down and continues talking in Portuguese between kissing my lips, and neck, and chest.
I don't know what she's saying, but it's the sexiest thing I've ever had anyone do to me, and the bonus is when she glides her perfect body lower and licks me like an ice cream cone that's melting on every side.
I grunt, and she lifts her head so her blue eyes are gazing into mine and says something else that just makes my cock throb harder before she deep throats me like I'm her dinner and she hasn't been fed.
"Fuuuuuck, Flower," I growl.
She begins to moan while sucking me off and reaches for my hands and yanks them to her head.
And she just became even sexier.
I slide them through her hair and grip her while she uses her tongue and mouth and hands to do things to me that if I were standing would bring me to my knees.
When she's done, she shimmies up my body, licking her lips and murmurs in my ear, "Thanks for the snack."
I roll her on her back. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you?"
She smirks.
"Thank you, Jesus," I growl, and she laughs.
We get changed and sneak quietly down the hall. The guest bedrooms are all empty, so we descend onto the main level and then go outside to the other building.
The darkness is turning to morning light and it reveals more of the estate. Jungle surrounds us, but three buildings are on the property. One is the main house, and I assume the other two are a guesthouse and barn.
