covered in sweat. Once she took her tank top off and I saw her sweat covered body, I was more than ready to take her upstairs in my bedroom and worship her body. There is no way our first time is going to be on a bunch of mats I lay down on the floor of our basement. Those times will come later; after I show her what a sweet, loving man looks like when he’s showing his woman what she means to him. Then, I’ll show her how a man takes his woman when he wants her and can’t wait to make it to a bed.
I plan on showing Gwen exactly how much she can love sex. Wall sex, over the counter in the kitchen sex, on the table, on my bike, in the shower, and anywhere else she’ll let me. Sex can be fun if it’s what your partner and you want; not if your being forced into it. I have no problem showing Gwen how much fun it can be. Or how dirty and rough it can be either. Unless she doesn’t like rough sex. Then, it’s something I can live without for her. No one else but her.
It also didn’t help when Gwen couldn’t take her eyes off my body. She stared at me as if I was the first person she’d ever seen without a shirt on. I know that’s not the case because she’s been around the guys in the club. On top of the Wild Kings members and the guys from Satan’s Anarchy. Still, I felt as if I were ten feet tall and could do no wrong. No one has ever looked at me that way before. Honestly, I feel bulletproof with one look from her. I want to savor it and bottle it up so there’s never a doubt in my mind about how she feels about me.
That’s the thing about Gwen. Her eyes say what she’s too scared to voice. If she’s upset, angry, or in pain, I always know just from her eyes. When she’s truly happy, her eyes shine bright enough to blind me. Including when tears fill them and they’re bright. If I want to know what’s really going on in her mind, it simply takes one look into her eyes before I know what’s going on.
After Gwen disappeared into her bathroom, I finished my bottle of water. I needed to do something so I wouldn’t chase her ass down and show her exactly what I want to do to her. Once my water was gone, I went through the house making sure everything is locked for the night and the alarm is set. Then, I finally made my way to my room so I could shower and get ready for bed.
As I walk past Gwen’s room, there’s no sound coming from the other side of the door. She’s either still in the shower or already in bed. Thoughts of her in the shower make my cock hard once more. It’s not like it completely went down to begin with. Now, It’s hard as hell once more. I quicken my steps toward my room so I can get in the shower before I embarrass myself.
Turning on the water, I strip out of my shorts before climbing in the shower. Water slides down my hair, face, and body. Squirting some of my soap into my hand, I wrap it around my cock and begin to slide it up and down my length. Gwen’s image is in my mind with water sliding down her body. I picture the droplets of water sliding down her body, in between her tits, down her stomach, and to her pussy. Bending down in my mind, I slide my tongue through Gwen’s slick folds, tasting her as I pull her clit into my mouth. Using a finger, I slide it inside her pussy, her heat engulfing me. She’s tight as hell and I picture her writhing and bracing her hands against the shower wall, so she doesn’t slip.
Her legs begin to quiver as I work my magic before it spreads to her entire body. Gwen digs her hands into my hair and pulls as I feel her body clamping down around my finger when I curl my finger and hit the spot inside her to throw her over the edge. At the same time, I imagine her coming in my mind, my own orgasm hits, landing on the wall as I moan out Gwen’s