Setting her down under the showerhead, I lean back against the glass wall and watch as the warm water pours down her body, drenching her clothes. She’s giggling, not whining or complaining but actually enjoying this. God, she’s so amazing, so carefree, and so fun. I love everything about her.
But right now, I’m thinking I’d love to see her sexy body naked. Enough of the giggling. Pointing to her soaking wet sweater that looks like it weighs a ton and her wet pants that are clinging to her long legs, I tell her, “You’ve got too many clothes on for what I have in mind, beautiful girl. Why don’t you take them off?”
“You want me to take this off?” she asks, pointing to her own clothes.
“Yeah, I do.”
“I’ll try,” she says, looking at me coyly, purposely taking her time pulling off her sweater. I know she’s trying to tease me.
“Let me help.” I walk over to her, undo her jeans, and shove them down.
She wobbles a bit, but I hold her hips tight. She smiles down at me as droplets of water spill down her angelic face.
Standing up, I push her back against the wall and start to kiss her.
She pushes me back a little and runs her hands up her own breasts. Then, with the most innocent smile I have ever seen her wear, she asks, “Do you want to take this off, or do you want to fuck me wearing it?”
Normally I would laugh at her use of the word fuck, but I’m having a hard time controlling myself. I practically growl as I turn her around and undo her bra. Running my hands down her hot body to her panties, I slowly slide them off, feeling every inch of her soft slick skin.
“Does that answer your question?”
She reaches around to grab me but I shift to redirect the showerhead. Moving back over toward her, I kiss one of her shoulders and then the other as I reach my hands around to her front and touch her everywhere.
Turning her around, I press her against the wall. “You were suppose to give me a show,” I tell her, dunking my head down to her hard nipple and sucking on it.
“I never agreed to any such thing.” She’s panting now, but I know I can get her to give me one anyway.
“Remember you said massage or anything I choose? My anything is a show.”
I continue to lick and suck her breasts as her hands slide down my shoulders to my arms.
“Okay, anything,” she easily concurs, and I can’t help but grin.
When she starts to moan, I move to the other breast as she braces her hands on my shoulders. When I pull her nipple forcefully with my mouth, she screams out, “River, please!”
I know what she wants, but I ask anyway, “Please what, Dahlia?”
“I want you inside me. Now.”
She’s watching me. I grin at her and suck harder, tugging a little with my teeth as I rub circles around her other nipple.
“I will be soon, I promise.”
She has the tiniest, most beautiful breasts, and as I slide my tongue down her stomach her hands come to cup them. I’m torn between watching her and pleasuring her. The thought of either, or both, has me throbbing. Slipping my tongue in and out, I move it faster and then I slip two fingers deep inside. As soon as I do, I watch the pleasure wash over her face and I know she’s coming hard. “Oh God River!” she screams out as I continue to move my fingers until the trembling subsides.
Standing up, I take a minute to admire her. Her once too-thin body has taken on the most sensual shape. I can’t get enough of her, regardless of her body type, but I know the way she looks right now is because she’s completely happy. I feel like I own her body.
Grabbing the soap, I start washing her arm. I slide the soap up toward her shoulder and then drop the bar to the ground to run both my hands up and down her soapy limb. As the soap lathers, I move my hands upwards and with my legs, I gently move her back and press her against the glass wall.