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“Andrey,” I call out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as we both explode.
Andrey keeps one arm around my waist and the other on the wall as he collapses forward, his breath coming out in gulps. We catch our breaths for a few moments before he lets me down, picks up the sponge, and starts to wash me from the neck down with slow, sensual strokes.
My legs feel like jelly, and my skin is still sensitive to the feeling of his now delicate touch. Before he gets to my nether regions, he hands the sponge to me, his eyes holding mine with their intense gaze.
I take it and start to wash him from his neck, over his broad shoulders, feeling every muscle and dent of his magnificent body. Before I move to his cock he turns, and I start the same washing movements on his back.
This time he lets me move down over his firm butt, down his long powerful legs, to his feet. He has nice feet for a man. I’m crouched down behind him so I can get to them when he turns, and I find his cock in front of my face. It’s not rock hard as it was, but it’s standing to attention.
My greedy pussy responds with a tingle even though it’s just been fed. But I have an overwhelming desire to wrap my lips around his shaft that is pointing at me. I drop to my knees, ignoring the discomfort of the hard tiles on my knees. I run the sponge up the inside of his left leg to the apex of his legs. Letting my fingernails lightly run over his balls, I’m rewarded with his intake of breath, and his cock jumps.
Slowly, my hand runs up the inside of Andrey’s other leg. I push them apart, and he moves them, allowing me to push the sponge between them, moving it to the bottom of his butt cheeks. I pull it forward toward me over the path between his ass and balls. I apply slight pressure, and his knees buckle slightly.
“Ahhh,” Andrey groans, his hands flexing into fists at his sides.
I give his balls a gentle massage the way I know he likes it before sponging down his shaft and feeling it hardening in my hands. Dropping the sponge, one hand reaches for his balls, and the other cups his dick as I start to move my hand while my tongue traces the tip.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Andrey growls, his hands curling into my hair. “Take me in your mouth.” I open my lips and move my hand to the base of the shaft as I push my head forward, sucking him into my mouth. “Princess, your mouth is so warm and soft.” He breathes, his hands tightening in my hair.
My head bobs back and forth while my mouth fucks his cock, and my tongue runs up and down the base of it.
“Oh, Christ, Isabella, what are you doing to me?” Andrey grunts, his hips moving in time with me while his hands hold my head. “That feels so good, baby.”
Our movements get faster and faster. My own desire is building, but I want to have Andrey finish in my mouth. I want to taste him, but he suddenly stops and pulls me away.
“What…” I say, staring up at him through the water running down my face.
He smiles and lifts me off my knees. “I like to feel your tight pussy clamping around my cock when I cum.”
“I wanted to taste you.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Andrey looks stricken as he stares at me for a few seconds before pulling me to him and crushing his lips to mine. “I want you to taste me, princess.” His voice is rough and barely a whisper. “Later, I promise.”
He stands up, takes my hand shower, regulates the water temperature, and starts to run the water over my body. The combination of the gentle pressure he has the hand shower on, and the punishing one of the main heads, causes a rush of heady sensation through me that pools at the center of my legs.
Andrey’s hand snakes out to cup my mound while his thumb teases my now highly sensitive swollen clit. At first, it burns from having had sex twice in the space of a few hours, but the burn soon turns to a throb of pleasure. Our eyes meet and hold. His dark, desire-filled eyes hold mine, and he hands me the shower head.
“Play with yourself for me, princess,” Andrey says softly. “Show me how you pleasure yourself like the night we first met in my shower. I want to watch you.”
Fuck, I know I should look away from his mesmerizing eyes and say what the fuck? No way. But like the first night when I pleasured myself in his shower that rush I got when I found him watching me fills me once again.
Not breaking eye contact, I take the showerhead and make the water do an erotic dance over my body. My free hand touches my tits and tweaks my nipples while the other lowers the shower head toward my pussy. I see Andrey’s eyes follow my hands as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and his cock is now ramrod straight.
“Show me how you work your pussy, Isabella.” The command mixed with my name sends a jolt through me. I increase the water pressure in the handheld shower. I open my pussy lips so he can see all of me and start to work my clit with my index finger, allowing my middle finger to dip inside me. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Position the shower head directly over my index finger, which I use to help increase the pleasure and pressure on my core. I can feel myself building toward an orgasm as my breaths come out in a pant and my head falls back. Before my eyes start to roll back in my head while I wait for the orgasm, Andrey has me pinned against the shower wall, his lips devouring mine and his cock pressing into me.
“Jesus Christ, you drive me fucking wild, Isabella,” Andrey growls, his voice low and husky as he rips the handheld showerhead from my grasp. The water, now nearly cold, is turned off in one swift motion.
Andrey lifts me effortlessly onto him, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. But this time, instead of impaling me on his shaft, Andrey swings us around, heading for the door with a determined stride. In his haste, he grabs two towels, and we make our way into my bedroom.
Andrey gently lowers me to the ground, his touch surprisingly gentle yet full of urgency. Taking one of the towels, he starts to dry my hair with quick strokes, causing me to giggle as his rough fingers pat at my scalp. His intense gaze never leaves mine as he pulls me closer, his other hand grabbing the second towel and starting to dry my skin with firm but gentle movements.
The sensation of his touch against my heated skin sends shivers down my spine and reignites a burning desire within me. I can feel every nerve ending come alive under his touch once again as he continues to dry me off, his warm breath brushing against my neck. The world fades away, and all that exists at this moment is us as I push what’s to come to the back of my mind
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice low and filled with awe. His eyes never leave mine as he moves closer. His lips meet mine in a passionate kiss. His hands roam over my body, exploring every inch of my skin like a blind man reading brail.
Our bodies dance together, fueled by the desire once again building between us. Even though we’ve just ridden an exploding wave of desire, the passion ignites once again.
