We’ve been lying on the carpet, wrapped in each other’s arms, listening to our own heartbeats slow down, as well as that of the other. There doesn’t seem to be a need to talk with Edward. There’s a sense of calmness and ease.
Slowly, Edward turns his head and after I feel his lips kiss the top of my head, he invites me for a shower. After our different experiences so far this evening, I’m looking forward to letting my eyes glance over the whole body that I’ve had only some tastes of.
We uncurl ourselves from each other and Edward heads to the bathroom. I stay behind to find myself a drink, while taking the opportunity to check the adjoining door. Bingo! My key unlocks it and while I’m not sure if anything will come of it, I use my key to unlock the two while I can.
I join Edward in the shower where we enjoy the simple pleasure of eyeing each other under the lights. Our hands make full use of the opportunity to soap and lather each other. But there’s no urgency or desire for playtime. It’s amazing how attuned we seem to be to just enjoy the simplicity of these actions.
Edward steps out of the shower first and as I step out Edward turns to me and wraps me in a towel - a big fluffy white one. I lean back against the counter and watch how his muscles move, his cock dangles and his eyes glimmer as he dries himself off, knowing I’m watching every move. All without a word between us.
Edward steps into me and turns me to look in the mirror. That towel he so carefully wrapped around me, is parted in the centre as he weaves his hands behind the veil that now covers my body from our sight.
As Edward’s hands start running over me, his eyes don’t leave mine in the mirror. His hands tease me. From my nipples which he pinches and pulls until they ache, they’re so tall. His hands glide down my belly until they reach my pussy. One hand remains flat on my belly while the others’ fingers slide just inside my pussy lips.
Back and forth. Up and down. Front to back. Moving all that wetness through me. Then one finger settles around my clit and circles and circles and circles me. Slowly, slowly... slowly starting to build up in pace and pressure. You take me to the edge, before letting me come back down. I lose count of how many times you do this until you tell me that’s enough teasing... for now.
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There is only the sound of our heartbeats as we lie wrapped together on the carpet. We don’t talk. We just lie there totally in tune.
I raise my head to look at her. Her curly dark hair is splayed out and her brown eyes are closed. I gaze down at her body. Her breasts are perfect and her brown nipples still hard from our earlier passion. Her bum and her legs are shapely and give away an exercise regime that has kept her in good shape. I lean over, kiss her forehead and as she wakes I whisper,
“Its time for the shower. Come with me.”
I get up and leave her to get the shower going. I hear her getting a drink and trying the adjoining door. Before I have the chance to turn, Ali wanders in and joins me under the warm water. We kiss and pull each other close, our hands caressing each other before we begin a very, very sensual twenty minutes of soaping each other.
She looks and feels amazing and her hands move over me with such natural ease, it was as if we had been intimate for years. We kiss and caress and soap each other and then reluctantly we take it in turns to rinse each other with the showerhead.
I step out of the shower and wrap her in a large white towel before grabbing one myself. I can’t help but see her watching me intently and feel my cock begin to harden as the events of the previous few hours flood back into my mind.
I walk towards Ali and kiss her on her mouth before turning her to face us in the large and lit bathroom mirror. Her towel is open and as I stare directly into her eyes, my hands slip inside her towel and start to caress her breasts. I pinch and roll her nipples looking at her face in the mirror. Her nipples harden quickly under my touch as I tease her.
I slide my hand down over her stomach and slide my fingers just inside her wet pussy lips. I let them slide up and down as I hold her close with my other hand. My fingers slide easily between her pussy lips finding her swollen clit every so often.
I feel her body tense a little and hear her sweet moans as my middle finger concentrates on her clit, slowly circling it. I kiss her shoulder while keeping my gaze firmly fixed on her face and increase the speed and pressure of my finger.
As I feel her getting close, I stop and just hold her allowing her to calm down before my finger returns to her slippery hard clit. I keep taking her to the edge before stopping. Her moans echo around the tiled bathroom as I get her closer and closer each time before pausing to let her calm down.
I lose count of how many times she nearly orgasms and decide this could come back to haunt me and take my fingers away, kiss her and move back to the main room.
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I ask Edward for a few moments to clean my face. He gives me a cheeky side glance, as if he knows that’s my excuse to catch my breath, before stepping out of the room, quietly closing the door.
I catch my breath; look at my face in the mirror and can’t believe the face looking back at me. It is a mixture of both exhaustion but also energy at wanting more. I’ve not even felt Edward’s cock inside me yet. I wrap the towel around me tightly and leave the room.
Stepping into the room I notice the lights have been turned off and it’s just the glow coming through the window. I can’t see Edward and wonder if he’s gone for ice. That drink might, in fact, go down a treat right now.
I walk slowly over to the window and admire the view of the city before me.
I then hear his voice from behind. Edward must be seated over to the side where I glanced a single chair earlier. Amazing how I didn’t notice him when I walked out but he must have watched me leave the bathroom and cross the room.