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“What are you doing?” she asked.

He carried her through to her bathroom, where he put her on her feet, and Grim didn’t say a word. He flicked on the shower and removed his leather cut. The day had been freezing and there was a risk of snow and ice.

He pulled off his sweater, followed by his shirt, and let them fall to the floor. Betty’s eyes went wide, just slightly, but her gaze fell down toward his chest, then to his stomach. He was already opening up his belt, followed by his button, and the zipper seemed to echo around the room. The sound rolled off the walls. Dropping his pants to the floor, he stood before her in just his boxer briefs. He was pretty sure she could see the outline of his thick cock.

Betty didn’t move. So, he helped her.

He removed her shirt, pulling it off over her head. Today, she wore a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He reached behind her and released the pin that held her hair up high on her head. Once that was gone, he went for her jeans and started to open them up. Again, she didn’t move to stop him, or take over. He bent to shove her jeans down toward her knees, then she wriggled out of them and stepped out.

Grim cupped her face. “Look at me, beautiful.”

Her gaze landed on him. “If at any time you want this to stop, just say so.”

“I’m good,” she said. She was breathless.

He kissed her, then he took it up a notch by reaching for her bra, and he snapped it open. The moment it fell open, he cupped her large tits in his hands, massaging the fullness of them. She moaned, arching up against him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

He kissed her lips, then traveled down, going toward the pulse at her neck. Grim didn’t give Betty a chance to get nervous as he went down, going toward her tits, where he took one large nipple into his mouth and sucked the bud. She moaned, the whimper escaping her lips.

He moved to her other nipple, and he took it into his mouth. At the same time, he grabbed the fabric of her panties and twisted them within his grip. He gave them a slight tug, and she let out a little gasp. Her panties were completely gone. And he cupped her.

Grim took her hand and placed it on top of his cock. He still wore his boxer briefs, and the steam from the shower was flooding the room.

He grabbed her hand and stepped into the shower. Within seconds, he had those boxers off, and he placed her hand right on top of his cock. He was rock-hard. Her touch, although tentative, drove him wild. Grim guided her hand right over his length.

“You can touch me, baby, I’m not going to bite.”

He would gladly bite, but only if she wanted him to.

Grim showed her what he liked and how she could hold his dick and squeeze him the way he liked. He touched her, working his hand between her thighs, but he didn’t go toward her cunt. He focused on her pussy, stroking over her clit. He did tease down toward her entrance, but each time he got close, he pulled back.

And, he kissed her. He was addicted to her lips, and he didn’t want to stop. Taking possession of them, he traced his tongue across her lips, and she teased her tongue out, and he massaged his with hers. She tasted so good.

He pressed her up against the shower stall, as he broke the kiss. He was so close to his own release, he had to keep counting to ten to keep any control. Betty continued to work his cock, going from the base up to the tip, then back down again.

Trailing his lips down her body, he took one nipple into his mouth, lavishing his attention, and then moved on to the second nipple. He was driving himself crazy here, and he had no choice but to pull away. Grim reached for the soap, lathering up his hands, and he pushed her hand away, because he needed to focus.

Running his hands all over her body was supposed to give him some kind of control, but it wasn’t working. He needed to get them both cleaned, and then he could kiss every inch of Betty’s body. He put the soap down, but it would seem Betty had other ideas as she took the soap from him.

Grim didn’t know how he was going to be able to focus with her hands all over him. He continued to count to ten.

One. Two. Three. Three. Shit, wrong number. Four. Five. Six. Six. Six. Fuck, that feels so good.

It was so good. She felt amazing, touching him, and he didn’t want her to stop.

Grim took charge, spinning her around, as he grabbed the shampoo. He’d never taken the time to wash a woman’s hair, and he found himself enjoying this process as he worked the lather into her hair. She let out little moans and the sounds were driving him crazy. His cock was still rock-hard.

He moved on to the conditioner, and Betty washed his hair with the shampoo. His patience had long run out, so he turned the shower off. They’d been inside for so long, it was impossible to see. Grim found a towel, wrapped it around his body, and then he lifted Betty into his arms.

“What are you doing?”

He had every intention of being nice, of drying her, and it being kind of romantic, but his patience had completely run out. Now, he carried her to the bed, placed her down amongst the covers, and leaned over her. He tugged at the towel at his waist.

“It’s simple, I’m going to kiss every inch of your body. Once I’m done, we’re going to sleep.”

“I don’t get to kiss your body?” she asked.