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“Yes,” I reply, and he begins stripping me out of the loungewear I have on until I am standing before him naked. He strips himself down to his boxer briefs and walks me into the shower; he turns the shower bench the long way and sits me down. He starts the water after putting the towels on the warming rack. He uses the handheld shower head to wet me before lathering me up with my body wash, washing me first. I am practically squirming on the bench by the time he rinses me off. He slathers the shaving cream on both legs before smoothly running the razor up my leg. I watch him concentrate on shaving me, his lip caught between his teeth. He moves from one leg to the other and when he helps me lay back, there are towels there so I am not lying flat. He grabs a leg and places it on his shoulder, opening my pussy wide to his suddenly hungry eyes. It has been weeks since we’ve made love. Between that and my hormones, I am running like a river, and it is impossible for him not to see it, and the silence in the bathroom has become unbearable. I want to beg him to make love to me right after fucking me hard.

“It has been hell keeping my hands off of you all this time. This stomach, these plump tits, and that fat ass that I didn’t think could get thicker is not only thicker, but it has a little bounce to it at all times. And now I see this pussy literally dripping with need. Have you been in need, mo shlánú (my salvation)? I wanted to give us time after everything I have put us through…”

“What we’ve put each other through, it wasn’t just you. We both have to take responsibility for the part we played, remember?” I remind him of what our therapist told the both of us.

“Okay. Have you though? Been in need?”

“Yes,” I finally admit.

“Hmm, can I take care of you, baby? Can I make her cum? We won’t have a lot of time like you said the party is in a few hours. So tell me, péitseog (peach), do you want a hard fuck or some soft lovemaking? We won’t have time for both.”

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck me, please,” I beg with no embarrassment.

“My pleasure, but first, let me finish shaving you,” he says, looking back at my core, which I know he can see it pulsating. “Hmm, with how wet you are, I don’t even need shaving cream,” he takes the handheld shower head and washes the wetness off. By this time, my ass is literally bouncing on the bench. “You really are in bad shape, probably even worse than I am,” he says, adjusting his hard dick. Why did I even look down? The head of his dick has breached the band of his boxer briefs and is leaking almost as much as my slit is. I know for some women, giving head is a chore, a means to an end, but for me, it’s pure pleasure. I get off on not just knowing I am the one giving pleasure but that I also am wielding control over him, bending him to my will if only for that time.

“I see you looking. Is your mouth watering, péitseog? But we don’t have time for that, your mouth fucking my dick will have you folded up in every possible position our daughter will allow. Here love, let me take the edge off,” he says, turning the shower head setting on high and directing it on my clit.

“Oh my fucking god!” I say, flailing on the bench, trying to ground myself from the sensations coursing through my body. The orgasm was instantaneous and almost caused me to black out.

“That’s it, baby, a little appetizer,” he says, gentling the water spray before lathering me up again and running the blade down my labia. He stops talking and concentrates on shaving me, and even though he gave me an orgasm, having his fingers all over me has me right back on the edge like I didn’t just cum all over the place. Once done with that, he travels up to shave under my arms and wash me back down. He shuts the water off, takes the towels behind me, wrings them out, and hangs them on the rack after retrieving a warmed towel to dry me and then wrap me in it. He kneels before me and begins rubbing the oil in my skin. I swear this man is going to be the death of me.

“Can we call the family and tell them we aren’t going to make it?”

“No,” he says without breaking a sweat. Two seconds later, my back is arching off the bench.

“Damn, you taste good, péitseog. Better than I remember,” he says before leaning down, licking me again from my ass to my clit, taking my clit in his mouth to suck on it. He took his time sucking on my pussy lips, probing my opening with his tongue before dipping inside.

“Please, Anrai,” I beg.

“Don’t rush me, woman,” he says, finally releasing my pussy.

“We don’t have time, Aryan,” I remind him.

“Damn, you’re right.”

CHAPTER22

Aryan

I don’t know how I have gone these past few weeks without touching her, but now that I have, there will be no way I won’t be keeping my hands off of her. I take her hand and help her sit up, we are running out of time, and I need to relieve us both. “Let me help you, baby. There are only a few positions that are going to be comfortable for you.” I stand to my feet before helping her stand, and I sit on the bench in front of her. “Come here, baby,” I tell her, helping her straddle me and the bench.

“I can’t reach the floor like this, Aryan,”

“You don’t need to, baby. Let me take care of you. I can handle it. Now get on this dick. If I remember correctly, you said you needed to fuck. Ain’t nothing about this going to be soft,” I tell her holding her by her hips, guiding her down on my hard dick. Both of us groan from the feel of her tightness sliding down on me. “Hold on, mo shlánú, I tell her as I palm her fat ass and begin sliding her up to the tip of my dick before dropping her back down.

“Oh damn,” she calls out as she takes every inch of my length in her greedy pussy. I repeat the motion, this time surging up to meet her dropping back down on me. Before long, all that can be heard in the bathroom is flesh slapping, breathing, and moaning as I fuck her hard.

“I didn’t think your pussy could get better, but this pussy pregnant is the best thing I have ever felt in my life. I may keep you pregnant.”

“Aryan,” she begs, scratching my shoulders to shreds as she cums, drenching the both of us, dropping her head on my shoulder.

“Oh, no, you don’t; I’m done with you yet,” I stand with her in my arms, still lodged deep inside of her. I carry her to the bathroom counter, sitting her on it right before I pull out and slam back inside of her. “I can’t wait to get you back home tonight so I can take my time inside your warmth. Making love to this sexy ass body, hearing you scream for me, watching you cum for me. Playing this delectable body like a perfectly tuned piano, will you beg for me? How many times can I make you cum before you tap out?” I say to her as I continue beating her pussy up. She has fallen back on the sink, just taking my dick tapping her cervix. “Talk to me, baby, you begged for this fuck. Remember? Come on, nasty girl, fuck me back,” I taunt her. She pulls her feet up on the counter, spreads her legs even more, reaches down with one hand, and begins playing with her pussy, and I damn near cum instantly. “That shit is sexy, baby. I love when you let your inner slut out. Play with your clit, love. I want you to drench us both in your sticky wetness.” I put one of her legs up on my shoulder, but she doesn’t miss a beat, plucking on her clit. “I thought you couldn’t reach your pussy, baby. I think I was set up. If you needed to cum, all you had to do was tell me to give you your dick. It’s yours, péitseog, whenever you want it,” I tell her, lifting a foot to rest on the sink to get even deeper inside of her.

I can feelthe tingling at the base of my spine, and I know I am going to cum soon, but I fight it off for a few more seconds. But then she scoops up one of her swollen breasts and sucks the nipple in her mouth, and I feel the cum rushing down the length of my dick and explode from the head of my dick. I throw my head back and roar out my pleasure as I feel Brooklyn cum again, splashing my lower belly with cum. “God, I love you, Brook, but you are going to be the death of me,” I say before resting my face on her belly, only to have McKinley kick me in the face, making us both laugh.

“Come on baby, let’s go shower again,” I tell her, helping her off the counter, holding onto her as she gets steady again.

I grab my clothes out of my overnight bag, so I can finally get dressed for the baby shower that we are going to be late for, thanks to our bathroom fuck.