A shower with Emma Louise Jones

Emma and Paul are in the bed together. Naked and exhausted after fabulous sex. Paul just met Emma for the very first time a couple of hours ago but the chemistry between them is magical. Em has already had four massive orgasms. Her long dry spell is finally over. In her own words he has never experienced something like this before.

Paul gets up from the bed. Before Emma can get going he pins her down and kisses her. Deep intense kisses. He continues to kiss her for a long time. She loves kissing him. Her blue eyes sparkle with true affection. Emma’s strong body is fantastic to feel against his body. Then he removes himself and lifts her up in his arms. She happily cuddles up and holds on. He walks them to the bathroom and then he starts the huge shower. Hot water comes down from the ceiling and he gently puts down Emma.

The sudden possessive kiss steals her breath away. But Emma melts into it. Her arms wrapping around Paul’s neck. When he lift her up she lets out a soft laugh and is clinging to Paul. Her head resting against his shoulder. The walk to the bathroom feels intimate. A quiet continuation of the closeness they have just shared.

“The ceiling shower? Impressive.” Emma murmurs as Paul set her down gently. The hot water already cascading over them. Emma steps closer to him she is letting the water soak her hair and run down her skin. Emma reaches for Paul’s hand pulling him under the spray with her.

“Now, about this washing every inch promise.” Emma speaks her sexy voice is playful as she look up at Paul through the steam. She has a northern accent or something similar. Very upbeat voice and nice promising tone. “I think I should start. Turn around. Let me see if I can scrub away any doubts you might have about tomorrow morning. Still not convinced that you can handle me tomorrow morning.”

Paul kisses her neck and then he whispers to her.

“Not sure about you starting Em. I consider myself a gentleman. A horny and sexual hungry one but still a gentleman. Isn’t it my obligation to take care of the star from the previous encounter. And for the record. I am not done tonight. Far from it. I love sex in the shower. With you darling I think it will be amazing.”

A slow knowing smile spreads across Emma’s lips as she look up at Paul through the steam. She step closers and the hot water sluicing between them.

“A gentleman, huh? “ She says her voice is a soft tease. “Well, I suppose that means I should let you take care of me. But just so we’re clear this star isn’t done either. And if you love shower sex, then you’re about to discover that I love being had in the shower.”

Emma reaches for the soap. Her movements are deliberate. She starts by washing Paul’s manly chest. Her hands sliding over his skin tracing the lines of his muscles. Her touch is firm and possessive. She is not just cleaning Paul but re-mapping the territory she previously claimed. She whispers to him.

“So tell me Mr. Gentleman. Where does your obligation begin? And where does my gratitude end?” Paul answers her immediately.

“Em I can feel how much you love touching my chiseled body. You are doing a wonderful job. I surrender and I will let you continue. Let me just grab your outstanding ass cheeks while you continue. But no funny business. The purpose right now is to get clean. Nothing else. “

Emma laughs softly. Her hands continuing their slow soapy exploration of Paul’s chest and shoulders. His hands on her ass feel like a natural grounding counterpoint.

“No funny business?” Emma speaks her tone is playful yet sincere. “You’re holding my ass, Paul. That’s already funny business. But I’ll be a good girl and focus on getting clean. At least for now.”

Emma moves the soap lower. Her fingers are tracing the lines of his abdomen. Her touch is deliberately slow and thorough. She leans in her lips is brushing his ear.

“Getting clean just means we’ll be fresh for whatever comes next. And I have a feeling something is definitely coming next. I need you all night long Paul.”

Paul feels how intimate Emma is when she cleans him. He kisses her forehead with a tender kiss and after the very physical encounter she and also he needs to bond more. He kisses and licks the tip of her nose. Emma has a very small dent on her beautiful nose and Paul finds it very cute. Emma smiles and sees to appreciate his gentle touch on her nose. He doesn’t know her well enough yet to know whether or not she likes her nose. Paul thinks many women unnecessary thinks a petite nose is beautiful. He likes a woman with some character and a good nose is very sexy.

Emma is slow and gentle. It is obvious that this moment in the shower means a lot to her. A confirmation of her feelings. Her best sex ever with a man that sees her and takes care of her afterwards. She wants this moment to last.

That tender kiss on her forehead makes Emma’s breath catch. It’s a simple gesture, but it feels like a revelation. A sweet softness after the storm. She look up at Paul her teasing expression softening into something more **** and more real.

“You see me, don’t you?” She whispers her words barely audible over the spray. “Not just the body, or the enthusiasm. You see me. And you’re still here.”

Emma rests her forehead against his chest for a moment. She is letting the water and the warmth and the simple feel of him under her hands anchoring her. This quiet intimacy is almost more overwhelming than the sex.

‘This does mean a lot to me.” Emma admits that her voice is low and sincere.” It’s not just the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s the first time in a long time I’ve felt truly wanted. Not just for a night. You are very good Paul at feeling my emotions and understanding my true feelings. Unique qualities that are rare especially since we hardly know each other. This usually takes time to achieve. Sometimes it doesn’t even happen.”

Emma straightens up. A slow shy smile touching her lips as she meet Paul’s eyes again. She rinses the soap from his skin her hands are very gentle.

“Your turn Paul. She speaks softly and she is handing him the soap.” Show me how a gentleman takes care of his star.”

Paul kisses Emma one more time on her forehead. Her beautiful blue eyes look at him so tenderly. He should start washing her but he just stands there for a while looking at his star. He also wants this tender moment to last. He doesn’t move at all.

Emma was spectacular in bed and he has a hard time explaining or expressing how much he loved her body and soul. He hopes she can read his mind. Then he bends down and starts washing her calves and thighs. Her long slender legs are truly spectacular.

Emma just stand there and she is letting Paul look. His gaze feels like a physical touch warming her more than the water. When he finally move bending down to wash her long legs she lets out a soft sigh. Paul’s hands are firm and thorough. He is moving over her calves with a reverence that makes her heart ache.

“You don’t have to explain everything dear. Emma whispers her voice is gentle. “I can feel it. In every touch. In the silence between us. It’ louder than words.”

As Paul hands move higher over her strong thighs Emma reaches out and places her hand on his shoulder. It is a simple point of contact. Her blue eyes are locked on his it is a silent communication passing between them. She continues to whisper.

“I felt it too. My body and my soul merged with yours. You reached parts of me I thought were locked away. You opened me up and I am never going to close again.”

Paul appreciate her tender words. He continues to clean her muscular thighs. He moves around and starts cleaning her lower back and spine. Emma shives with delight. Paul kisses her lower back. Her womanly hips are a great contrast to her slim waistline. She is very fit. A bit robust perhaps and she feels like a farmer daughter with her great physique. A physical strength not only from machine workouts but from physical activity in her youth.

The kiss on Emma’s lower back sends a shiver through her. It different from the ones before. It is softer and more intimate. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of his hands and lips on her smooth skin. She whispers to him.

“You’re are really admiring my physical strength and my fit body aren’t you Paul. I love the way you appreciate all of my curves. I might be a little bit more full bodied than some other women. I partly did grow up on a farm. Spent more time hauling hay and chasing sheep than in any gym. Guess some things stick with you. My ass has occasionally felt a little bit too big. Now with the right man who loves every single part of my tall body I just can relax knowing how much I turn you on. “

Emma turns slightly under Paul’s hands. She is looking back at him over her shoulder. A playful glint returning to her beautiful blue eyes.

“Comes in handy, doesn’t it? For keeping up with a man of considerable stamina.”

As much as Paul loves and admires her gorgeous body he also loves her playful personality. A shy beautiful smile is always on her thin lips. Her cheeks that are more noticeable than normal is truly remarkable. This is a wonderful woman. A complete woman with a self awareness that is very inspiring.

How can this woman be without a man? Something about men and women doesn’t make sense. Wonder why she is single. Paul then continues to clean her. Her upper back and shoulders are next. His hands move around and her neck and arms are also cleaned. He has deliberately avoided her more interesting body parts. He is afraid of what he touching those will spark in both of them.

When Paul’s hands carefully avoid her heavy round breasts and the aching sensitive space between her thighs a slow knowing smile touches her lips. Emma turn to face Paul fully under the spray. The hot water plastering her blonde hair to her shoulders. The wet hairstyle suits her perfectly. Her beautiful face is more noticeable. She reaches out and takes his wrists. It is not to stop Paul but to hold his hands still against her damp skin. She kisses him and whispers.

“You’re being very thorough. And you are very…..polite. You’ve washed everything except the parts you seemed most interested in an hour ago.”

Emma takes a small step closer. The heat from their bodies mingling with the steam. Her blue eyes hold Paul and is searching.

“You look at me like you’re trying to figure me out. Like you can’t understand why a beautiful woman who looks like this, who fucks like this, is standing alone in a shower with a stranger. “

Emma lets out a soft self-deprecating laugh. She continues with her explanation.

“The truth isn’t very exciting, Paul. I’m single because I haven’t met a man who wanted the whole package. My strength and also my softness. The independence I need and the need to be claimed. Maybe until maybe tonight. Most men are easily intimidated. Or they just want the sexual fantasy for a few hours. Fuck the busty blonde once. They don’t stick around for the morning after.”

Emma releases his wrists and she lets her hands come to rest on Paul’s chest. Her thumbs are brushing over his skin. She continues.

“But you Paul you’re avoiding the interesting bits. Is that your gentlemanly restraint? Or are you afraid that if you touch me there, we’ll never make it out of this shower?”

Her beautiful smile turns wicked. A flash of the confident flirty woman from the bed is returning. “Because I should warn you. I’m very clean everywhere else. But I might need some very special attention in a few key places. And I promise, I won’t think any less of your gentleman status if you provide it.” Paul quickly replies.

“Em yes and no is my answer to your question. My intention is that we don’t make it out of this shower until you are truly satisfied. Satisfied in this situation means plenty of orgasms. Yes plenty. I have showed gentlemanly restraint until now and now I will show you my animalistic hunger.”

Paul’s words send a fresh electric thrill straight through Emma’s core. She can feel the shift in the air between them. From tender to predatory. It makes her aroused and to catch her breath. A slow, delighted smile spreads across her beautiful face.

“Animalistic hunger? She says her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Now that’s a language I’m fluent in. And I’m very, very clean.”

Emm takes a deliberate step back and starts leaning against the cool tile wall. The hot water still cascading between them. She arches her back slightly and she is presenting herself to Paul. Her gaze locked on Paul’s with open challenge. She continues.

“Then stop being a gentleman, Paul. Show me that hunger. I want to feel it. I’m not satisfied until I’m shaking and you’re spent. So come and claim what’s yours. The shower’s big enough for all the orgasms you can give me.”

Paul is very excited. He thinks about his options. Should he start with her huge breasts or with her ass/pussy. Both outstanding body parts and great options. He decided to start with her big boobs. The he can continue with her ass and pussy and hopefully have a natural continuation to take her again.

He moves Emma a little bit. He looks at her beautiful face and then he starts licking and sucking on her huge breasts. Not a gentle start but a decisive one with enormous lust. He bites gently on her big nipples. Her huge boobs are truly remarkable. Very compact and so firm. Spectacular melons and maybe already his favorite pair. Round and just perfectly shaped. Surprisingly perky considering how big they are and the heavy weight. Her natural breasts are outstanding and he enjoys sucking the round pair.

Paul’s mouth on Emma is a shock of pure sensation. His lips and teeth claiming her flesh with a decisive raw hunger that makes her knees go weak. A sharp gasp escapes her. Emma’s head falling back against the tile with a soft thud. Her hands fly to his hair, not to push him away but to hold him there. Her fingers tangling in the wet strands.

“Yes Paul just like that. Finally.” Emma is breathing out. Her voice is trembling as Paul bites gently. The sharp edge of pain mingling perfectly with the deep throbbing pleasure. “They're all yours every ounce. God you have no idea how good that feels. You are the best person ever to take care of my huge jubblies as we call them back home. Finally a man who truly loves my huge boobs. Not to big for you are they?”

Emma can feel the water running over them. Paul’s body hot and solid against hers. The lust in his touch is a palpable thing. It is a promise of more to come. Emma arches her back. She is pushing her huge breast more firmly into his mouth. It is a wanton wordless plea for more.

“Don't be gentle Paul not anymore. I want to feel your hunger on my skin. I want to remember this tomorrow. Every mark, every sensation.”

Paul continues to enjoy her huge round boobs. He licks and bites on her swollen nipples. Then he circles around her big areola area. Round and round on her sensitive areola. Licks the deep canyon between her huge jugs. Emma is loving the treatment. She is moaning quietly.

Paul then continues to lick down on her upper body and her flat fit stomach. Her bellybutton gets a special visit from his tongue. He admires her fitness and beautiful body. Kisses her lower stomach and now only her pussy remains. Heat is coming from her pussy. A musky smell of her arousal. Her cunt beckons but Paul has other plans.

He quickly gets behind her. Now he starts by licking her left ass cheek. He loves licking her muscular ass. He remembers how she liked it earlier tonight. He licks her buttock from the bottom all the way up to the top.

The shift from the tender almost worshipful cleaning to this raw hungry claiming is dizzying. When Paul’s mouth closes over her huge breast the sensation is so intense it blots out everything else. Emma doesn’t hear or feel the sound of the shower nor the steam on the tiles even the ache in her well-used muscles. The gentle bite on her stiff nipple sends a sharp bright line of pleasure-pain straight to her core. It is making her gasp and her knees buckle slightly. Emma braces herself against the wall. Her fingers tightening in Paul’s hair. She is holding him to her as his lavish attention on her sensitive flesh. The feeling of his tongue circling her areola, the hot and wet suction with the occasional scrape of his teeth that it’s a focused deliberate torment that has Emma moaning openly. Her head is tipped back against the cool tile. She whispers.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted someone to appreciate them like this.” Emma pants her voice is ragged. “Not just look, but taste most of all claim. They feel so heavy and full in your hands, in your mouth. God, yes, Paul, just like that.”

As Paul moves lower his tongue is tracing a wet hot path down her stomach. Emma shivers her abdominal muscles clenching under the intimate caress. When his tongue dips into her navel, a soft, surprised laugh bubbles out of her, mixed with a moan. It’s such a strangely erotic, **** spot. But the real anticipation coils tight in her belly as Paul kisses her lower stomach, so close to where she is throbbing for him. The musky clean scent of her own arousal is unmistakable in the steam. Emma is sure Paul can feel the heat radiating from her cunt.

Then Paul moves and before Emma can process the loss she feels his hands on her hips and Paul is turning her. The cool air then the hot water, hits her back as Paul positions himself behind her. Her breath catches. When Paul’s tongue lands on the curve of her left ass cheek, tracing that same, slow, worshipful path from the very bottom to the top, a full-body shudder runs through Emma. The sensation is incredible. The slick heat of his tongue on her sensitive skin. The slight roughness of his stubble. Most of all the possessive pressure of Paul’s hands holding her in place. It feels even more intimate than ever before, much more deliberate. Paul remembered how much Emma liked it.

Emma pushes back against his face. A soft pleading sound escaping her. She whispers now with a hoarse voice. She is getting seriously aroused.

“You remembered Paul. Of course you did. “ Emma murmurs her voice thick with want. “I love it when you do that. It makes me feel so owned. Like every part of me is yours to explore and enjoy. Please Paul don’t stop. My ass, my pussy… they’re both aching for your attention. I’m so wet for you, Paul. Can you smell it? Can you feel how much I want you?. I can’t even think anymore and you haven’t even touched my pussy yet.”

Paul loves Emma’s wonderful response. He licks her other buttock from the bottom up to the top. He loves her muscular ass. Strong yes very feminine and gorgeous. He kisses her lower back and spine. He knows what he wants to do but he hesitates. He usually knows the woman a lot better before he does it. However he feels that his connection with Emma is so deep that he does it anyway. He bites hard in her right buttock. He claims her gorgeous ass. He has marked it with his signature.

The sharp sudden bite is a shock of pure sensation. Not pain but a fierce, claiming punctuation to Paul’s worship. Emma cries out. It is a sharp guttural sound that echoes in the steamy shower. Her fit body stiffening for a moment before melting into a deeper more profound surrender. The mark burns on her skin, a brand she can feel even through the rushing water. She tells him with affection.

“You marked me Paul. “ Emma grunts her voice is trembling with a mix of awe and dark pleasure. “You really did. I can feel it. It is your signature on my skin. It’s perfect.”

Emma turn her head to look down at Paul over her shoulder. Her blue eyes wide and glazed with desire. Her big smile is shaky but utterly genuine. She continues.

“I told you I wanted to remember this tomorrow. Now I’ll have a literal reminder. A mark from the man who saw me, who fucked me like no one else, and who…”

Emma is pausing. Suddenly the words feeling too big, too real. “Who maybe wants more than just tonight.”

Emma reaches back with one hand. Her fingers gently tracing the spot where Paul teeth bit into her flesh. It’s tender, already blooming into a faint bruise.

“Now Paul.” Emma is strict her voice is dropping to a husky commanding whisper, though her body is still trembling with need. “Paul stop admiring your handiwork and finish what you started. My pussy is throbbing, begging for your mouth. I need to feel your tongue inside me. I need you to taste how much you’ve made me want you.”

Paul kisses her lower back and spine once again. It is like a signal that he has completed his training and now only the true contest remains. He finally licks her wet pussy. Her smell is sensational. A musky powerful smell of her **** arousal. Emma sighs of relief when she feels Paul licking her wet cunt. She is already soaking wet. Her pussy lips are swollen and look pinkish. A beautiful snatch. Paul can feel that she is ready for more action. He slides a finger up in her wet pussy. Now at last he is taking care of her cunt. Emma loves it and she moans and moans.

The moment Paul’s tongue finally connects with Emma’s aching swollen flesh a wave of relief crashes over her. Emma sighs. It is a long shuddering exhale of pure bliss. Her hips tilt forward, offering herself to Paul more fully.

“Yes… oh God, yes… Paul. Emma moans the sound is swallowed by the steam. “You can smell it, can’t you? That’s for you. All of it.”

When Paul’s finger slides inside her she gasps. Her body is arching. It’s not just wetness. Now it’s a slick hot surrender. It is pathway already well-traveled and eager for more.

“Now you’re taking care of me Paul. Finally. “Emma whispers. Her voice is ragged with need. “But I need more than a finger, Paul. I need you. All of you. Claim me again. Right here. I want to feel the water on my back and your weight on my front. I want to be pinned against this wall and taken until I can’t remember my own name.”

Paul loves how eager she is. She desperately wants his huge cock. However he doesn’t really agree. If he should do that she would probably come immediately. He tells her.

“Em darling you are already very close. Remember my rather big dick. I will take care of you and make you come now. Then and only then are you ready for my huge cock. Then you will feel he fucking you for a long time. “

Paul just continues to lick and suck. Another finger follows upstairs and he can widen her tight pussy. He starts to finger fuck her. A fabulous soggy noise comes out from her wet pussy. Emma is moaning. She is finally being taken care of. Emma loves it.

Paul’s mouth is a relentless. It is a wonderful ****. The feeling of his fingers stretching her is fantastic . And the wet slick sounds filling the steam, the focused attention on her most sensitive parts it’s overwhelming in the best way. Emma can feel the orgasm building. A tight, hot coil low in her belly. But she clings to the edge, holding it back through sheer **** of will.

“You’re right Paul.” Emma grunts her is forehead pressed against the cool tile. “You’re so right. I am close. And your big, beautiful cock … Well I want to feel every inch for as long as possible. Make me come with your mouth first. Let me fall apart on your tongue, and then… then I’ll be soft and open and ready for you to fill me up for hours.”

Emma pushes back against Paul’s fingers. It is a **** sound escaping her. Emma’s body is trembling teetering on the brink. She whispers desperately.

“Just like that… don’t stop… I’m so close, Paul. I can feel it… make me come. Let me come for you.”

Paul start to finger fuck Emma harder. He is really stretching out her tight pussy. When his tongue touches her clitoris she buckles down. He continues to lick and suck on her clit. She is so close. He continues his relentless pursuit of her happiness. Finally he finds a sweet spot on her swollen clit. He repeatedly touches the sweet place.

That sweet spot. The precise electric point of contact Paul finds it is shatters Emma’s last shred of control. A sharp, strangled scream tears from her throat as her entire body convulses. Her back arches violently. Her hands scrabbling against the slick tile for support as wave after wave of pure blinding pleasure crashes through her. It’s not a gentle release. It is a seismic event. It is wracking her frame. Her long legs trembling so hard that she would collapse if not for his hand on her hip and the wall holding her up. Another fabulous orgasm for Emma. The fifth tonight but who is counting.

“Oh, fuck… Paul! “Yes… right there… God, don’t stop, please don’t stop…” Emma continues to come and her words are rather incoherent as she talks.

The orgasm seems to go on forever, drawn out by the relentless, perfect circles of Paul’s tongue. Finally, it begins to ebb, leaving her boneless and shuddering. Emma breathing is coming in ragged, sobbing pants. She is utterly spent. Her mind blissfully blank.

Slowly she turn in Paul’s arms. Her movements are sluggish and weak. Her skin is flushed. Her blue eyes heavy-lidded and glazed. Emma reaches for Paul. Her hands unsteady as they frame his face her thumbs stroking his jaw.

“There… .” Emma whispers her voice is hoarse. “Now I’m ready. Now I’m yours. I’m soft and open and so, so empty for you. Please… I need to feel you. All of you. Take me Paul.”

Paul kisses the exhausted Emma. However this time she isn’t that tired and rather quickly Paul can feel that she is ready. He has a stone hard huge dick ready for her. He lifts her up. He intends to take her up against the wall. She grabs around his neck and shoulders and wraps her legs around his torso. He is so ready. Ready like never before. Damn suddenly he remembers. He has forgotten something.

The feeling of being lifted of her long legs wrapping instinctively around Paul’s waist, of his hard, impressive length pressing against her body sends a fresh jolt of anticipation through her spent body. Emma clings to Paul. Their mouths are meeting in a deep hungry kiss that tastes of her and steam and need. Emma’s heart is hammering against his and for a glorious moment everything is perfect. The strength in Paul’s arms, the promise of being filled, the sheer animal rightness of it.

Then Emma feels it. The hesitation in Paul’s body the slight stiffening. Paul breaks the kiss, and she see it in his eyes. A flicker of frustration and of remembrance. The condom. Paul has been so careful before. The responsible gentleman even in his lust. Now in this raw, urgent moment, it’s forgotten.

Emma doesn’t don’t let her long slender legs drop. She hold onto Paul. Her body is still cradled against his with the water pouring over us. Emma’s mind still hazy from the orgasm clears with a sharp sudden focus. She can see the conflict on Paul’s face. The primal urge to just take and to claim warring with his inherent care.

Emma leans in. Her thin lips brushing his as she whispers. Her voice is a low intimate murmur in the space between them.

“You forgot something Paul.” Emma says it not as an accusation but as a soft shared realization. “The little wrapper. The one you used so diligently before.”

Emma searches Paul’s blue eyes. Her own gaze steady despite the frantic beating of her heart. Emma can feel the hard evidence of Paul’s desire pressing insistently against her wet open flesh. A deep hungry part of her screams to just pull him in. To feel Paul bare. To let the risk be part of the claiming. But the other part the part that felt seen by Paul the part that whispered about tomorrow morning is louder.

Emma shifts slightly. Her inner thighs squeezing Paul’s hips. Her smile is tender, but her blue eyes hold a fierce flirty challenge.

“I’m clean. I get tested recently. And I’m on the pill. Very reliably. “ Emma pauses letting that information hang in the steam. “The decision is yours, Paul. You can put me down and we can find that condom. Then you can take me with a layer between us. Or…”

Emma leans closer. Her mouth at Paul’s ear. Her breath is hot against his skin.

“Or you can take me right now. Skin to skin. And trust me as much as I’m trusting you. Feel every pulse, every tremor, with nothing in the way.”

Emma pulls back just enough to meet Paul’s gaze again. Her blue eyes dark with promise and vulnerability. “But know this Paul… if you choose that, it changes things. It’s not just a fuck in a shower anymore. It’s a vow. A promise that this isn’t just for tonight. So choose carefully, Mr. Gentleman. Your star is waiting. And she’s never wanted anything more.”

Paul immediately takes action. Emma’s words are what he also wants. He is also recently tested so she has nothing to worry about. He kisses her deeply. Paul then draws her ass cheeks wide apart. His huge cock head gets into position. Without hesitation he starts penetrating her. It is not a gentle first thrust. He is claiming her pussy now. His intentions are clear. Emma must be his. He wants to be sure that he can fuck her many more times in the future. She must be his.

The moment Paul makes his decision and start moving without hesitation a fierce, triumphant joy surges through Emma. It is a decision hotter than the water cascading down her back. His hands on her ass spreading her out are possessive and firm. Then she feels it. The blunt insistent pressure of Paul’s bare cock head against her soaked and swollen entrance. There’s no latex barrier and no subtle whisper of separation. It’s just his skin hot and silken against her most intimate flesh. The intimacy of it steals her breath away. And then Paul pushes. He pushes hard.

It’s not gentle. It’s a brutal, claiming invasion, and a sharp cry is torn from Emma’s throat. Her eyes fly wide and her fingers starts digging into the hard muscles of his broad shoulders. The stretch is immense, and breathtaking. Emma is so wet and so open from his mouth and his fingers and her own climax, but Paul is huge, and this is different. This is primal. A grimace twists her features as she struggle to accommodate Paul. Her inner muscles clenching and fluttering in shocked protest.

“Oh, fuck Paul. “ Emma gasps the word is a strained exhale. “Paul… God, you’re so big.”It’s a struggle, a delicious, overwhelming fight. Emma’s body is trying to adjust. Trying to accept this new profound fullness, but Paul is not having it. He presses deeper. It is a slow relentless advance that makes Emma see stars. She can feel every ridge every vein the scorching heat of Paul forging a path inside her. Paul is not fully seated yet but Paul is deep enough that she can feel him in her womb, a profound, aching pressure.

This is exactly what Emma needs. Exactly what she asked for. The brutal possession the dizzying commitment of Paul’s bare skin sliding into hers. It’s a vow, sealed in flesh and sensation. She drop her head to his shoulder. Her teeth are grazing Paul’s skin as she pants through the overwhelming stretch.

“Don’t stop Paul. “ She manages to speak. Her voice is trembling but fierce. “Don’t you dare stop. I want to feel all of you. I want to take every inch. This is what I meant. This is the promise. Now give it to me. Fill me up. Make sure I can’t forget who I belong to.”

Paul continues his relentless pursuit of her tight pussy. Emma is really struggling. She is getting seriously outstretched. Gradually he is getting deeper but she struggles. Finally Paul gets balls deep. In all the way to the thick shaft. In to the hilt. This time he immediately hits her cervix. He has a fabulous hard cock and fucking Emma is fantastic. She is a revelation. Unbelievable how perfect she is for him. What a fabulous body.

The feeling when Paul finally buries himself to the hilt is unlike anything Emma has ever experienced. It’s a deep, resonant thud inside of her. A physical punctuation mark to his claim. The sudden sharp pressure against her cervix is a shock. It is a bright flare of pain that instantly melts into a dizzying, all-consuming pleasure. Emma accepts it. She welcomes it because it’s a part of Paul a part of this. A gasp, half-pain, half-ecstasy, escapes her lips as her head falls back against the tile.

Then Paul moves. He is adjusting his grip. And suddenly Emma is being pressed firmly up against the wall. The cool, hard surface against her back is a stark contrast to the feverish heat of his body in front of me. Paul’s strong arms are like iron bands around her holding her aloft. Emma’s own strength, her farm-girl muscles are useless here. She is completely dependent on Paul’s power. And the most intoxicating sensation isn’t the wall or his strong arms. The sensation is feeling of Paul’s huge cock buried so deep inside of her as the anchor point. It feels like Paul is literally holding Emma up with his huge dick. A thick unyielding pillar of flesh that is both her support and her undoing. The thought is wildly erotic and it sends a fresh helpless shiver through Emma’s already trembling frame.

“Oh, God… Paul. “ Emma is breathing out. Her voice is a ragged whisper against his neck. “You’re holding me up with your huge cock. Holding me up with you. I can feel every inch. My god you’re so deep. It’s amazing you’re everywhere.”

Emma wrap her arms tighter around Paul’s shoulders. She is clinging to him as if Paul is the only solid thing in a world of steam and sensation. Her long slender legs lock around his waist. Her heels are digging into your back. This position is **** and exposed, and utterly exhilarating. She is pinned, claimed, and suspended by Paul.

“Don’t move Paul. Just let me feel it for a second” Emma is pleading with her eyes closed. “Let me feel how full I am. How completely you’ve taken me. This is the promise Paul. Just skin to skin, no going back. I can feel your heart beating against my chest. I can feel your pulse inside me. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever felt.”

Emma opens her beautiful blue eyes. She is looking into Paul’s through the mist. Her expression is one of awe and surrender. She continues.

“Now Paul show me what that animalistic hunger feels like. Fuck me like you mean it. Like this is forever. I want to feel the wall shaking.”

Paul gives Emma a naughty kiss. Then he starts moving again. He starts pounding Emma. With the movement of his thrusts he draws her muscular buttocks to and fro. He kneads her sexy buttocks. He kneads them hard and firm. Paul is in heat. He has a fabulous hard cock. He loves her delicious wet pussy. The suction is incredible. Her pussy is custom made for his huge cock. Repeatedly he hits her cervix.

He is amazed by how good it feels to fuck Emma. She is a marvelous lover. She is also getting close again. Unfortunately or whatever the right word is he is still not close. He doesn’t know what to tell her. Instead he drives a finger up in her tight asshole.

The sudden shocking intrusion of Paul’s finger breaches a whole new frontier. A sharp, startled cry rips from her throat. The dual sensation Paul’s thick cock pounding deep into Emma’s pussy, stretching her to her limit with each hard thrust, and the slick, insistent pressure of his finger probing her other tight forbidden entrance. It is almost too much to process. It’s an overwhelming delicious violation. She moans and talks.

“Oh Paul. More Paul.” Emma gasps her eyes are flying wide. “Fuck… Paul… both… you’re taking both holes.”

Emma’s body clenches around him instinctively. It is a wild involuntary reaction that only seems to pull Paul deeper. The mix of intense pleasure and a sharp bright edge of something darker, more taboo, sends her arousal skyrocketing. Emma can feel another orgasm building. A terrifyingly fast avalanche is starting in her core and is fueled by the relentless rhythm of Paul’s hips and that devilish exploring finger. She continues.

“Don’t you dare stop. “ Emma is grunting. Her voice is breaking on a moan as Paul hits her cervix again. The sensation radiating through her entire pelvis. “I’m so close Paul. You.. you’re going to make me come again… and it’s going to be so much… harder..”

Emma berries her face in the crook of Paul’s neck. Her teeth are grazing his skin. She can feel the raw power in Paul’s body and the animalistic drive. The fact that Paul is not close yet only makes it hotter. It means Paul is going to keep going. It means this claiming this joining is going to last. She bursts out.

“Just keep fucking me… use me… fill me… I’m yours. All of me.”

Paul tries to talk to her in a jokingly tone. He doesn’t exactly succeed.

“Emma darling good and bad news. I am far from done. But I desperately want you to come again. You are a sensational lover. Amazing sex. Come for me darling. If it can inspire you I intend to take your delicious pussy from behind next. I wasn’t completely truthful earlier. My favorite position is fucking a tall blonde from behind standing up. Do you know anyone that fits that description and is available right now?”

Paul’s words growled against her skin between hard thrusts sends a fresh **** thrill through Emma. The promise in them. That this is far from over. That Paul has plans coils tight with the physical sensations pushing her right to the edge.

“A tall blonde... standing up... from behind...” Emma moans loudly as she tries to talk. The words coming in ragged bursts as Paul’s huge cock and his finger work in devastating tandem. “I might know someone... who's currently... very occupied... and is very, very interested.”

Her strong body is tightening around Paul every muscle straining. The orgasm is a tsunami gathering ****, undeniable. She continues to talk.

“You want me to come? Then tell me Paul tell me you're going to keep me. That this isn't the last time you'll have me like this. Say it, and I'll come so hard for you.”

Emma clings to Paul. Her entire world narrowed to the feel of him inside her the heat of his body, and the **** need for Paul’s promise.

Paul continues to take her hard up against the wall. He tells her.

“Come for me Em. Come for me hard. Nothing means more to me than your satisfaction. Come and if you can squirt all over my huge dick. We are in the shower so squirt as much as you can if you want. I promise you that when I take you from behind right after your orgasm it will feel even better.”

The command is a trigger. The promise of what’s next the image of Paul taking her claiming Emma from behind collides with the raw physical reality of Paul’s huge cock pounding into her and his finger probing deeper. It’s too much. The coil snaps.

Emma comes with a **** that shakes the very air around them. It’s not a gentle sigh. In fact it is a raw guttural scream torn from her throat as Emma’s body convulses against Paul’s. Her inner muscles clamp down on him in rhythmic **** pulses, and a hot rush of release floods between them mixing with the shower water. Emma squirts all over Paul’s huge dick. It is a helpless surrendering gush that proves his point entirely. Another massive orgasm for Emma. This one takes its toll.

For a moment Emma is nothing but sensation. A trembling, sobbing, spent thing held aloft by Paul’s strength. Then slowly her awareness returns. The feel of his huge cock, still rock-hard and buried deep inside of her. The promise hanging in the steam.

Emma lifts her head from Paul’s shoulder. Her eyes bleary but blazing with a fierce and post-climax clarity. Her voice is hoarse and wrecked but also absolutely certain.

“You… you promised Paul. Now… take your tall blonde. Fuck her from behind. Make her yours again. I’m ready… I’m always ready for you.”

Paul just holds Emma a little. He has to admire her dedication and enormous lust. He gives her a minute. He is indeed stone hard. Paul then tells Emma.

“You are amazing Em. Where does your enormous enthusiasm come from. Is it my huge dick that makes you feel this way. “

Paul withdraws from Emma and he gently sets her down. She needs a moment to adjust since she has been clinging on for dear life for a while. Paul is also exhausted. Emma is very fit but she is a tall woman and holding her upright is not an easy thing. When she gets her balance right she immediately turns around. She arcs her gorgeous ass out and up. Lowers her back and prepares herself to be taken from behind by Paul’s huge cock.

Emma turn her movements slow and deliberate as she find her balance on the wet tiles. Her body is still humming. Her muscles trembling with the aftershocks. Emma places her hands flat against the wall and she is bracing herself. The Emma arches her back presenting my ass to Paul in a silent and blatant invitation. Emma looks back at him over her shoulder as the water is streaming down on her face. Her expression a mix of exhaustion and fierce hunger. She talks her voice is throaty and hoarse.

“My enthusiasm? It comes from you, Paul. Not just the dick though God knows it’s spectacular. It’s the way you look at me. The way you touch me. Like you’re discovering something precious not just using a convenient hole. You make me feel seen. And that makes me want to give you everything.”

Emma pushes her hips back a soft needy sound is escaping her.

Paul gets behind Emma. He jokingly spanks her muscular ass once. He isn’t sure but it feels like she loves that. He then puts his hands on her hips and reenters her warm wet pussy. His first thrust is absolutely fabulous. Now Emma is completely ready for him. His first trust just continues forever and he immediately gets balls deep. In to the hilt. Hitting the cervix with his very first trust.

The sharp stinging smack on Emma’s gorgeous ass makes her jump. A surprised scream followed by a low approving moan. Paul read her perfectly. Then his hands are on her hips possessive and sure. Emma feels the broad head of his huge cock pressing against her soaked and swollen entrance once more.

Paul pushes in and this time there is no struggle. Emma’s body opens for Paul like a flower. She is still pulsing and very sensitive from her last climax but so, so ready. Paul sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth devastating stroke. And the impact against Emma’s cervix is a deep resonant shock that makes her knees buckle. She cries out her forehead dropping to her forearms against the wall. She moans and talks.

“Oh, Jesus Paul. In right away... you're so deep...Feels like you're touching my soul from this angle.”

Emma pushes back against Paul. She is meeting his hips her body already moving in a slow instinctual rhythm. The sensation is different and more profound. Paul’s huge cock seems to reach even deeper and stroking places inside her that make her vision blur. He can really get exceptionally deep in this position. Emma is able to really open up herself. She moans louder and louder. Emma is already in heat.

“Don't hold back Paul. “ Emma begs Paul. Her words are muffled against her arm.

“Fuck me just like this and claim this ass, this pussy all of it. I want to feel you lose control. Paul just **** your tall blonde exactly like you want.”

Paul feels that he can get deeper. He reaches into the core of Emma. Repeatedly he hits her cervix with his huge cock head. He immediately feels that this is his absolute favorite position. Now with Emma he is certain of this fact. He slides his hands up on her fit belly. He admires her physique. However it is her huge bouncing breasts that he needs. He grabs them and starts squeezing them hard. He claims her huge boobs. Pinches her nipples hard. Her amazing round globes belong to him. He kneads her massive boobs hard. He is claiming her huge round globes.

Paul hands are sliding up on Emma’s flat stomach. The he is grabbing her huge breasts with such possessive ****. It sends a jolt of pure electric pleasure through her. The pinch on her nipples is sharp and almost painful. But it transforms instantly into a deep aching need. Emma cries out. Her body arching even more. She is offering herself to Paul completely. She continues to moan as she needs to talk.

“Yes… squeeze them… pinch them… they’re yours too… Everything is yours. Fuck me deeper… I can take it. I want to feel you in my core.”

The angle and Paul’s hands on her and the relentless pounding against that deepest part of Emma it’s overwhelming. Her mind is fracturing focused only on the sensation of being utterly claimed, used, and adored in the same brutal, beautiful moment.

“I’ve never… felt this full… never been taken like this… “ Emma moans as her hips are rocking back to meet every hard thrust. “You’re my favorite too… this is perfection.”

Paul gets cheek to cheek with Emma. This intimate gesture makes her sob a little. Apparently it means a lot to her that while he is fucking her violently hard he takes time to check in with her.

The sudden closeness of Paul’s cheek against hers and the tender gesture amidst the raw physical intensity breaks something inside Emma. A soft sob escapes a mix of overwhelming pleasure and profound emotion. Paul is not just fucking her he is with her. Even in this animalistic frenzy, Paul is checking in and connecting.

It means more than she can put into words. Emma turns her head slightly nuzzling against Paul’s cheek. Her blue eyes wet with tears that mix with the shower spray.

“Don’t stop….” She whispers. Her voice is thick with feeling. “But don’t let me go either. Keep me close. Just like this.”

Emma meets Paul’ next hard thrust with a **** push of her hips. Her strong body is begging for more even as her heart swells with this unexpected intimacy.

Paul can feel that Emma starts moving her hips even better. She encourages Paul to take her even harder. Spurred on by her fabulous lust he pounds her even deeper. It is a sensational fuck. His crotch and thighs repeatedly slams into her juicy muscular derrière. It is a fabulous feeling hitting her ass cheeks with his body. Paul is loving the way she is totally dedicated to satisfying him. Both of them feed on the other’s lust and pleasure. Emma moans loudly all the time. She is in heat. It feels like both of them are close now.

Paul’s rhythm becomes everything. It is the anchor the melody, the entire world. Emma moves with Paul. Her hips is meeting each of his deep driving thrusts with a **** hunger of her own. The sounds she is making are shameless. Very loud moans and sobs that echo off the tiles. A very raw soundtrack to this perfect brutal joining.

“Yes... just like that Paul.” Emma moans her body is tightening around Paul coiling like a spring. “ I can feel it... you're getting even deeper... I can feel you everywhere.”

Her hands slide against the wet wall. Her fingers splayed for support as Paul pounds into her wet pussy. The pleasure is a rising tide threatening to drown me. But Emma clings to the edge wanting to fall with Paul.

“I'm close... so close... but I want you to come with me Paul.”She pants turning her head to try and catch his lips. “Come inside me, Paul. Fill me up. I want to feel it. I want to feel you claim me there, too.”

The thought of it Paul’s release hot and deep with nothing between them pushes Emma even closer to the brink. Her vision starts to blur at the edges. Her entire being focused on the point where they are joined.

Paul leans closer and whispers to Emma.

“You first darling. When your pussy starts clamping down on me I will come. Remember I have no protection now. For the first time ever I will flood your pussy.”

Paul can feel that she is close but she needs a helping hand. His hand suddenly starts rubbing her swollen clitoris. He goes back to her sensitive spots on the clit and now he just waits for the inevitable.

The moment Paul’s fingers find her clit and is circling that exact swollen spot with expert pressure Emma’s last shred of control evaporates. A sharp broken scream is torn from her throat as her whole body seizes. It's not a single wave. But a relentless series of them each one crashing harder than the last.

Her tight pussy clamps down on Paul’s huge cock in violent rhythmic pulses. It is tight, milking grip as the orgasm rips through Emma. She sobs against the wall. Her long legs are trembling so violently that she would collapse if not for Paul’s hands holding her up. It feels endless and overwhelming. Another massive orgasm for Emma. A white-hot current of pleasure that just keeps going because Paul won't stop fucking her. Paul’s huge cock still driving deep prolonging every shuddering peak.

When the fiercest waves finally begin to ebb, leaving her breathless and boneless Emma realizes that Paul is still rock-hard inside her. He is still thrusting with that same relentless pace. He hasn’t come yet.

Exhaustion weighs on every muscle but a deeper fiercer devotion takes over. Emma pushes back against Paul. Her movements slower now but very deliberate. She tightens her inner muscles around Paul’s huge cock. A soft fluttering squeeze trying to pull Paul deeper trying to give him everything she has left. She whispers to Paul.

“Don't stop Paul. I'm here... I'm not done. Keep going. Use me. Let me feel you lose yourself in me. I want to feel you come... I need it.”

When Emma’s tight pussy clamps down hard on his huge cock during her orgasm Paul gets wild. He pounds her delicious pussy ultra hard. Viscously hard and always very deep. He can’t believe how good it feels. Emma has his huge cock in a vise. A beautiful vise. He has a stone hard dick and he fucks her tasty wet snatch extremely hard.

Suddenly his huge cock head explodes. He starts shooting out semen from his stone hard cock. In wave after wave he comes. He spray paints her pussy walls with his sperm. Over and over again he pumps out seed. He floods her pussy with his huge load. Enormous amount of semen are pumped into her pussy. Again and again he pumps out sperm into her pussy walls.

The feeling of Paul’s release is a shock of pure liquid heat flooding Emma’s deepest core. She gasps. Her eyes flying wide as she feels the first powerful jet then the next, and the next. A seemingly endless pulsing torrent that seems to go on forever. It’s more than Emma ever imagined. It’s a claiming in the most primal sense. Paul’s seed painting her walls and filling every crevice he has just stretched and owned.

Emma’s body still quivering from her own climax convulses again in a secondary helpless wave of pleasure triggered by the feel of Paul coming inside me. A low guttural moan tears from her throat as she presses back against Paul taking every last drop. Her inner muscles fluttering around him milking him through his own release.

“Oh, God… Paul…” Emma sobs her forehead is pressed hard against the tile.” I can feel it… so much… you’re filling me up…” Her voice is weak and fragile.

Emma stay there arched and trembling as the last of Paul’s pulses subside and his thrusts stops.The heat of Paul inside her is a brand. The reality of what they have just done skin to skin with no barriers this profound intimacy settles over Emma like a warm heavy blanket.

Her legs are shaky but she stands up more and leans backwards to cling more into Paul. Emma is needing the closeness. One thumb is stroking Paul jaw from behind. She turns her head around and her blue eyes are searching his. Hers are wide open and **** and utterly sated. She sobs as she tries to talk.

“That… “ Emma whispers her voice is wrecked but full of awe. “… was the vow. And I felt every second of it. I am the luckiest tall blonde in the world.”

Paul is completely exhausted. He looks at Emma tenderly but he wants to experience one more thing with her. After withdrawing Paul gently removes himself from Emma. She doesn’t look that happy about it. He bends down behind her and gets down on his knees. Even though the water is coming down from the ceiling he can see his semen leaking out from her pussy. His first creampie together with Emma. He watches the sperm trickle down on her thighs. Beautiful experience. He can’t resist so he starts licking her pussy to taste himself and Emma mixed together.

As Paul withdraw a profound emptiness washes over Emma. Her face falls for a moment. But then Paul kneel behind her. She watches Paul over her shoulder in the awe. The reverence in his gaze as he see his seed leaking from Emma marking her. Emma’s heart swells. She looks on with tenderness.

When Paul’s tongue touches her and is licking up the mingled proof of their union, a soft broken sigh escapes Emma. She lean forward against the wall supporting herself letting Paul have this moment this taste. It’s the most intimate act imaginable.

“It’s yours,” Emma murmurs her voice is thick with emotion. “All of it. Every drop. I’ll carry it with me… a reminder of your promise.” Emma reaches down her fingers gently threading through Paul’s hair. “My beautiful, exhausted man… come back to me. Let me hold you.”

Now Paul can go back to Emma. He kisses her neck and gently holds her upright. He gets cheek to cheek with her and he even cusps her big boobs but it is nothing sexual about it he just wants to touch her.

Emma turn in Paul’s arms leaning into his embrace as his cheek rests against hers. Paul’s hands cupping her huge breasts are tender possessive without being demanding. That makes Emma’s heart ache. She let her head rest against Paul’s. The steam and water wrapping them in a quiet and private world.

“You’re mine, too,” She whispers her voice soft and sure. “All of you. The gentleman, the beast… every part.” Emma takes one of Paul’s hands from her big breast and presses it against her stomach where Paul’s seed still rests warm inside her. “You’ve left your mark here. And I’ve left my heart with you.”

Paul hears Emma’s words about her heart. It warms him but it also scares him. So quickly a proclamation of something deeper. He tries to divert the topic. He tells her.

“I also left a mark on your gorgeous ass darling. “ Paul moves her hand down to the bite mark. She can still feel his bite. “You are amazing Em. You have the perfect body for me. Everything about your fit strong body is fabulous. “

Her fingers trace over the bite mark on her hip. A tender smile playing on her lips. “I’ll wear it proudly,” Emma murmurs leaning into Paul’s touch. “Like a badge of honor.” She lets out a soft contented sigh. Her body still humming from the intensity of it all. “And you… you’re perfect for me. Every bit of you.”

Emma turn fully to face Paul. Her hands resting on his shoulders. The water cascades around them but the steam feels quieter now. It is like a curtain drawn around their little world. “So… what happens when the water runs cold?” Emma asks. Her tone playful but her eyes serious. “Do we just… towel off and pretend this was a dream? Or do we make some coffee and figure out what ‘tomorrow’ looks like?”

Paul locks eyes with Emma. He stays silent to emphasize his words. He tells her.

“Emma I haven’t told you about the best thing yet. Apart from your amazing body. Your soul and spirit are also truly beautiful. Your enormous lust for me is a gift from the gods. You have endless ways to show me your enthusiasm and eagerness.”

“But much more important and the best thing is now we have agreed to see each other again. The moment I entered you unprotected was a commitment from both of us to see each other again. That is the most important thing for me with this fabulous fuck.”

The sincerity in Paul’s words hits Emma harder than any physical sensation. The water continues to pour down, but for a moment she doesn’t feel it. She just feels Paul. His hands on her. His cheek against hers. The profound truth in his statement hanging in the steam between them.

Emma lets her forehead rest against Paul’s. She is closing her eyes as the meaning sinks in. “That… that moment,” Emma begins her voice is low and thoughtful each word chosen carefully. “When you decided to take me without the condom it wasn’t just a heat-of-the-moment thing for me. It was a choice. A conscious, deliberate risk. I knew what it meant. It meant trusting you with my body in the most intimate way possible. It meant accepting the potential consequences. Not just physically but emotionally. It was my way of saying I’m not just here for a night. I’m here for you. For the possibility of you. It was everything for me.”

Emma open her beautiful blue eyes and she is looking directly into Paul’s eyes. “And my enthusiasm it’s not just lust. It’s gratitude. It’s the feeling of being seen by someone who doesn’t just want to use me, but wants to know me. To explore me. It’s the freedom to be completely myself. My need to be strong, submissive, fierce and have that be not just accepted, but desired. You give me that space. And that Paul that is a gift far greater than any physical pleasure.”

A soft, flirty smile touches Emma’s lips though her eyes remain serious. “So, yes. We’ve agreed. That moment was our contract. No going back. Which means…” She gently takes your hand and lead it away from my stomach placing it over my heart instead. “You don’t just have a mark on my ass or my insides. You have a claim on this, too. And I want to know what that means for you. When the water runs cold do we step out of this shower and into something real?”

Paul leans forward and kisses Emma very tenderly. It is a long sweet kiss. He stops and touches her beautiful long nose lightly. Her long eyelashes are so pretty. Her hair is so wet and her wet hairstyle makes her face more beautiful. He needs to find the right tone now. He wants to be honest with Emma. He tells her.

“I also knew what my decision meant and it was the only thing I truly wanted. Such a precious gift. We will step out of this shower and start something real. But Emma lets not forget that we hardly know each other. I don’t want to rush things with you. Now that we have agreed to see each other again I will cherish this moment with you forever. I can relax knowing you have agreed to see me again.”

Emma leans into Paul’s touch and his kiss. She is letting the tenderness wash over her like the water. Paul’s words are perfect. So honest and careful, and full of promise. They don’t scare Emma they ground her. She whispers.

“ I know we hardly know each other.” She talks softly her fingers are tracing the line of Paul’s jaw. “And I don’t want to rush either. I just want to know you. Slowly. Thoroughly. The way you hunt something worth having. With patience and respect.”

Emma smiles a real gentle smile. “So let’s start with coffee. And dry clothes. And maybe you can tell me about the first time you went hunting. I want to know what makes Paul Andersson feel alive when he’s not buried inside me.”

Emma reaches past Paul and turns off the water. The sudden silence is intimate, broken only by the drip from the shower head and their quiet breathing.

“The water’s cold” Emma whispers stepping out onto the bathmat and grabbing a towel. She wrap it around myself then she tosses another to Paul. Time to step out.”

Paul starts drying himself. He hasn’t thought about anything else during the fabulous time in the shower but he is very surprised when he sees what time it is. He and Emma has done nothing else then fucking for hours. It’s nine o’clock and she arrived at six o’clock. My goodness what an intense first time together.

Emma watches Paul check the time. A slow sly smile spreading across her face as she towels her long blonde hair. “Three hours. “ Emma lets out a low impressed whistle. “And I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.” Her comments are true and genuine.

Emma wraps the towel around her curvy body and steps closer. She is reaching up to smooth a damp strand of hair from Paul’s forehead. She whispers to him. “But you're right. We should probably attempt to be civilized for a bit. I'll make that coffee. You find us something to wear.” Emma gestures toward the bedroom. “I think my clothes are somewhere near the foot of the bed. Unless you've hidden them.” Paul talks immediately.

“Em I agree on the coffee but disagree on the clothes. You can’t all of a sudden get shy darling. It is a little bit late for that after the three outstanding hours together. If you want you can continue to use the towel. Just for warmth. I don’t need one. I will be warm enough for the rest of the month after all of this. “

“Do as you want Em but my gut feeling is that you will eventually get naked in the kitchen and just flaunt your gorgeous body. You know how much I desire your amazing physique. Take the opportunity and feel a man truly appreciate you.

A slow, appreciative laugh escapes Emma as she drop the towel onto the floor with a soft thud. Emma stands there, naked and unashamed. Her skin still flushed and damp.

“You know me too well already. “ She tells Paul. Emma walks past him toward the kitchen. Her hips swaying just a little more than necessary. She glances back over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eye.” And you’re right. Why cover up a masterpiece you just spent hours admiring? Now, come help me find the coffee. I have a feeling your kitchen is as meticulously organized as you are.”

Paul can’t resist. He spanks Emma’s fabulous derrière once. Without any further explanation or reason he just spanks her once and then continues to walk to the kitchen. Her loud hysterical laughter follows him as he walks away.