from Nali. She turned on the water to the shower unit before she started to undress. She removed her boots while he removed his shoes. They set them aside and turned toward each other.
He reached up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. They both removed their shirts and dropped them to the floor. He moved his hands to his belt and waited until she did the same. Together, like mirrored erotic dancers, they continued undressing until they stood before each other—unshielded by clothing.
“You are a very… impressive looking man,” Nali said.
He closed the distance between them. Impressive didn’t even begin to describe the woman standing in front of him. Her long black curls hung down her back and over one shoulder, the curly swath stopping just shy of the dark areola surrounding her taut nipple.
Her skin was the color of rich mocha, and he wanted a taste. He trailed the back of his fingers up her arm to her shoulder. His body reacted to her softly inhaled breath.
“Soft as the petals of a rose,” he said.
Nali lifted a knowing eyebrow and gave him a wicked smile full of promise. He shook his head in grudging concession when she slid her hands around his waist, splayed them across each of his buttocks, and pulled him into the shower. Her parted lips met his as she switched their positions and pushed him back against the wall.
Asahi threaded his fingers through her hair and gripped her hip with his other hand. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip before gently sucking on it. After a few seconds, she reluctantly tilted her head back to look into his eyes.
“I’m glad that you didn’t listen to me when I told you to go east,” she admitted.
He cupped her cheek. Water droplets clung to her eyelashes. She pressed another fervent kiss full of promise on his lips and then stepped back.
He grabbed the bar of soap, and with tender strokes and attention to detail, he washed her. He wanted to take his time to memorize her luscious body. Her muted moan of pleasure made him smile.
His smile faded when she took the soap from him. The touch of her hands gliding over his body created mental images of her lips following every stroke. When she dipped her hands lower and stroked his cock, he gritted his teeth to keep his control, but he loved the pleased expression in her eyes when she felt his immediate response.
He slid his hand down her arm and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. If she continued caressing his cock this way, he would come. He took the soap from her and placed it on the shelf. Then, applying gentle pressure, he turned her until her back was to him.
“My Enchantress,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
She leaned back and rubbed her buttocks against his erection. “I want to create magic with you, Asahi,” she breathed.
He reached out and turned off the water. Together, they dried each other. They caressed and fondled each other as they moved back into the bedroom, skimming their hands over skin in an erotic foreplay that increased their hunger.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on top of him. She straddled his hips, the soft curls covering her mound rubbing against his engorged shaft. He cupped her full breasts and captured her nipples between his talented fingers. She leaned forward, caged his head with her forearms, and slowly licked his parted lips.
“You make me feel alive,” she said.
She balanced on one arm while she moved her hand down between them. Firmly gripping his cock, she guided it to her soft folds. The soft hair covering her mound brushed against the bulbous head of his manhood before the sensation of liquid heat surrounded him.
“Nali,” he groaned, lifting his hips as she sank down on him.
She arched her back and rode him. Emotion overwhelmed Asahi as he watched the expressions of pleasure cross her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her head tilted back. He pinched her taut nipples, drawing a passionate cry from her. All the while, each stroke of her sweetly heated channel was a pleasurable torture. His balls were rock hard and a tingle low in his spine spread until the dam of his control felt like a fragile web caught in a hurricane.
He leaned up and captured one of her nipples between his lips, sucking it in deep. She responded with a cry and rotated her hips, brushing her