He made one last thrust, grunting he rolls off, thankfully, and isinstantly asleep. She lays there feeling dirty and used and not even the goodkind of dirty. Making up her mind, she is out of bed before the thought is evenrealized, "shower".
 
 Walking naked into the bathroom, she turns on the secondary light, as notto wake the man in the next room. As she adjusts the temperature and steps intothe shower, in the far recesses of her mind, she is thinking of him. Rather.
 
 Rather, the man who made her come to life earlier that day. The man whomade her body feel like it was wanted and needed in the most primal of ways. Theman, who with just his words, brought her to the heights of passion and made hersoul sing. Closing her eyes, she begins to wash off the sweat and filth of theman who had just used her as a release.

 She suddenly feels ’Him’ there, Rather, once again he hascome to her. How, she has no idea.

 His hands touch her, sliding the bar of soap between her legs. Dropping itas he fingers her clit and warm hole. His other hand caresses her breast,pinching and pulling her nipple, causing pleasure pain to tear through her, evenas fingers find their way into her ass and pussy. He turns her around and pushedher to her knees, hands going to her red hair, bringing her mouth to his thickbeautiful cock. Sliding it to the hilt, and down her throat.
 
 She lovingly ran her hands up the smooth muscles of his thighs, up to thefirm ass she loved, almost as much as his kind, loving brown eyes. And as hesinks his cock in her mouth, she slides a finger into his ass, and she matcheshim thrust for thrust. Loving his ass as he loves her mouth.
 
 Then as abruptly as it had started it stops. He yanks her up and around,bending her over, slamming his cock into her ass. She revels in it. Whimperingas he ever so slowly pulls it out, but he instinctively knows what she wants,fore it is what he also wants, he then slams it into her wet hot pussy, andagain slowly, teasingly, pulls it out. Over and over he does this, first onesweet hole then the other, bringing her to peak after peak of pleasure.
 
 Hours seemed to pass before he plungs himself in deep one last time, theirharsh moans mingling together. He fills her with his hot cum and then slowlypulls out as he bits her shoulder. Leaving her to slid to the floor of theshower.

 She watched him move slowly back, and just before he fades way she heardhis voice, “You are mine…”
 
 She had came that night, but not in her bed with her husband, no, she hadcame in that shower, with her dark and distant lover... Rather.

©Lo’Lara Blu
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