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Chris closed his eyes in surrender.
Jenna had obviously made her mind up and she seemed to be convincing him as well. Slowly, she molded her fingers around his hardness, squeezing lightly against the head of his organ. He let out a ghost of a whisper, as he relaxed against his will. Jenna seized the opportunity and took his lower lip between hers, cradling his chiseled jawline with her free hand. She sucked on it as hard as she could, threatening to pull it off into her mouth. She smiled to herself as his bulk seemed to melt into her arms. She grazed her teeth against the soft innards of his lip.
Then he snapped.
With a rigor that took her by surprise, he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air, firmly pressing her back against the cold glass walls of the shower. A passionate desire burned behind his eyes, something she had never seen before. She knotted her legs firmly around his midriff, locking her ankles behind him and slyly pulled him into her. She offered him her neck, which he took almost violently. His lips ravaged her thin sensitive skin, nibbling and sucking in all the right places. Her nerve endings swam in delight, thankful for the layer of flowing water that diluted the intensity of his kisses. His nails trailed teasingly down over her sides, flowing along the rivulets of water that poured from her wet hair. She made mental maps of everything he was doing. And then his tongue surprised her, darting out from between his parted lips to further torment her neck. It swirled its way up her neck towards her jawline. Then slowly along the contour towards her ear. He slowly took her ear lobe into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue. Her head tilted towards his mouth of its own accord. Her brain seemed to be swarmed with contrasting senses; the cold of the shower wall and the warmth of the water, the softness of his skin and the firmness of his body. She could feel one of his hands snaking its way up over her stomach. His palm cupped round her breast and he squeezed hard.
A pulse rang through her body. She lost some control of her legs and they began to quiver. She knew she was dripping over his lower abdomen, he didn't seem to care. Her nipple hardened slightly as soon as his fingertip grazed it. He circled slowly over the dark knot, applying gentle pressure against it. She tensed as it hardened to his expert touch. He rolled it vigorously between his fingertips and made her squirm against him. His palm seemed to be sculpted for her breast to fit perfectly into his grasp. He rolled his smooth palm over her rock-hard nipple, ripping into her self-composure. She moaned deep and long. She hated that how he always robbed her of control she possessed at the beginning, but also never complained about letting him take charge.
But tonight was hers.
Wrapping her hands behind his neck, she pulled his lips into hers, tracing across them with her tongue, asking him to open up to her. He parted his lips and she accepted his invitation, snaking her way into his mouth, nuzzling her tongue around his. She sucked gingerly, the way she knew he liked and his manhood responded with an approving nod. She held on to his rod and pulled on it, working her way up his shaft. She could feel vibrations running through him. She worked it faster. He sunk slowly as he whispered a moan. She caught it in her mouth and kissed him hard.
She pulled away for a second and whispered almost inaudibly:
"I want you."
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