Page 28 of Snow Good to Lose
Amari giggled and bit her lip. Her pussy milked my cock.
The shower spray poured scorching water down on us. Amari turned down the heat and clung to me, kissing my shoulders and chest. Her way of showing me how much she loved me. With my limbs in working order, I let her go.
We continued the shower, soaping each other up and rinsing off. I wrapped a big fluffy white towel around her and one around my waist.
With another towel, I helped her squeeze the moisture out of her braids. When they were sufficiently dried, she put them up into a ponytail on top of her head. She looked younger. Like an African princess. My princess.
She took my hand and led me to the bed. She pushed all the pillows onto the floor, removed her towel, and slid under the covers. I joined her.
We needed to talk, but not now, not tonight. Tonight, we just needed to be with each other and remind each other again what it was all for.
And that it was all worth it.
