She spread his shirt apart and traced a finger over his chest. He moaned softly, and she tugged at his shirt until he moved his arms to make things easier for her. Peeling the shirt down his body, she leaned over and kissed him. “And I wanted to make sure that every inch of you was clean.”
He stood, and she reached for the button on his pants. He strained against the zipper, and she worked it carefully down. “Even after the soap and water, I wasn’t sure that it did the trick,” she continued. “So I thought I might use my mouth, instead.”
Pushing his pants down his body, she leaned over and gave the tip of his magnificent cock a quick lick.
Rashid gasped and took a step back. “Did you finish the job?” he asked thickly as he sat down on the couch. She quickly straddled him and settled against him. His cock teased at her entrance, and she was content to slide up and down, letting him feel how wet she was.
“I did,” she whispered.
He wrapped his hand around her hair and brought her down for a kiss, slow and languid. His tongue stroked hers in the barest of movements, and it drove her wild.
“Is that the end of your dream?” he asked as he lifted her so that her breasts swung right at his face. He stroked the ins
ides of her thighs, playing in her wetness, and darted his tongue out to lick the tips of her nipples.
Mila sighed in pleasure and moved just a little against him. This was a slow burn, one that threatened to destroy her, but it felt far too good to stop. “No,” she moaned. “You said that I had to be cleaned, too. You used your tongue on every inch of me.”
“Every inch?” he repeated as he slid a finger inside her once more.
“You left no stone unturned. Ah, fuck. Rashid. Deeper.”
He obliged her and added a second finger. “Keep going.”
“You were very thorough,” she panted, squirming around as his fingers pleasured her. He continued to tease her nipples, and she tried to focus on the dream. “So good.”
“Did you come?”
“In the dream?”
That made him stop. He lifted his head and stared at her. “Did you come after the dream?” he demanded.
She flushed. “I was so turned on.”
“You touched yourself?”
Biting her lower lip, she nodded. “I thought of you. And I . . .”
She couldn’t get the words out, but she didn’t have to.
He kissed her hard and lowered her body until she took every inch of him. Slowly. Deliberately. Deliciously.
Completely sheathed, he groaned and rocked his hips just a little. “One of these days, I’m going to want to experience that.”
“Fun in the shower?” Mila flowed against him, moving her hips, squeezing her muscles around him.
“Fuck, yes.” He moaned. “The shower, but I would love to watch you touch yourself. I bet it’s beautiful.”
Kissing him deeply, she continued to rock slowly against him. Time passed slowly, but she barely even noticed. She was so wrapped up in him, so content to have him inside her, that she didn’t give a damn if they slept at all that night.
The orgasm built slowly. When it finally hit, it was a soft cascade through her body, but it felt like it lasted forever. She trembled and cried out, but he never stopped loving her.
It wasn’t easy, but Rashid stood and carried her to the bed without ever leaving her warmth. Still hard and pulsing inside her, he lowered her to the bed and followed her down. Her orgasm had subsided, and she was slick with sweat.
“Mila,” he whispered as he wiped the hair from her face. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.”
“That’s okay.”
It wasn’t. He wanted to make her come again. He wanted to make her come all night. Regretfully slipping out of her, he ignored her protests and kissed his way down her body as he settled between her legs. She opened for him, and he pressed his lips against her.