Page 73 of Pride & Precedents

My jaw goes slack.

"Won't your whole family be there? Like your parents and all your brothers?" He looks at me like I'm crazy, but keeps kissing my hands.

"Uh, yeah. It's my brother's wedding."

"And you wantmethere?" He kisses me again and lets go of my hands to squeeze my ass.

"Yes, Camila, I want you there. It doesn't get more public than that."

Holy shit. Henry watches me attentively as I worry my lip in thought.Fuck it.I love him. I kiss his mouth softly until the wrinkle on his forehead disappears.

"Yeah," I answer. "Yes, I'll be your date."

He beams and reaches behind me to turn the shower on. I trail my fingers down the ridges of abs Michelangelo could have sculpted, and a condom materializes from the drawer beside the sink. Thank God we're done talking!

He's crowding me, nudging me backwards until my skin collides with cold tiles. He leans in and bites my shoulder, and the slight pain paired with the feel of the warm water flowingdown my skin is intoxicating. I'm seconds from melting into a puddle of horny girl goo, but something's been bothering me. I put my hand on his chest.

"Henry, wait. Real quick: How did you know where I'd be for the test?" He nips my neck again and looks chagrinned.

"I didn't. I took a shot you'd choose the location closest to your place." He shrugs. "If you weren't here, I was going to stand outside your door again and beg for forgiveness."

I cover my mouth, but I can't stop the giggle from escaping. He laughs too, then takes my wrists in his hands. He pulls a loofah from behind me and adds body wash, lathering it until suds drip onto the floor. The smell of verbena surrounds us.

Sufficiently soapy, he drags the loofah down my body, starting at my neck and shoulders. He pays special attention to each nipple and the sensitive space between my breasts. He gently massages both hips and the swell of my lower belly. His hand ventures lower still, to where my thighs meet, tenderly rubbing the soap into my mons, between my folds.

I gasp when the loofah is replaced by slick fingers probing my opening as his thumb presses against my clit.

"Oh, yessss," I sigh, letting my head fall back against the tiles.

He swallows my moans with another scorching kiss and starts a rhythm in and out of my soaking channel. My legs begin to quiver involuntarily, and he curls his fingers against my G-spot while caressing my bud until I'm on the edge of insanity.

"I can feel you pulsing around my fingers," he says, his voice hoarse.

"I'm close," I whimper, and he lets out a wicked laugh before ducking down to suck a nipple into his mouth. His tongue laps the tight peak like a decadent treat, and I'm nearly overcome with sensation.

"Cum for me now," he growls.

Clinging to him, I obey, shattering against his hand and biting my lip to contain my scream. He reaches up and pulls my lip from between my teeth.

"Uh uh. Not tonight. What's the point of having this big house if I can't make you scream in every room? Don't worry; my nearest neighbors are half a mile away." I laugh and fall back against the tile.

"Noted."

I grab the condom from by the sink before picking up the forgotten loofah. With my hands on his shoulders, I gently steer Henry towards a bench in the corner of the shower.

"My turn."

I push him down to sitting and wedge my hips between his legs. He instinctively grabs onto them, kissing and biting any flesh he can reach. I lean over his body, pressing my mound against his chest so I can wash his back. He grabs my ass to keep me from toppling forward, a middle finger slipping into my passage from behind. I gasp, but I don't stop lathering.

Once his back is clean enough to eat off of, I wash my way down his impressive chest to focus my efforts on his aching cock. It's pointing at me like it's a compass and I'm due north.

I smooth bubbles up and down his shaft until precum weeps from the top, mixing with the suds. I drop the sponge to stroke him in earnest, starting at the base and twisting each time I reach the head. His grip on my ass gets harsher, and the fingers inside me falter.

"Fuuuck, Mila. You're going to make me bust if you're not careful."

I consider that. Idoenjoy making men lose control…To prove it, I tighten my fist around his cock and stroke faster, rewarded with a full body shudder.Yeah. That's fun.

Plus, he's so sexy when he begs. I almost came listening to all the filthy things he whispered when I sucked his cock before. Itorture him with a few more strokes, then release him. Maybe another time.

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