Michael watched Sheridan's breasts move enticingly as she rubbed the shampoo into a lather and began to wash his hair. Then he moaned aloud as her strong, capable fingers slid deep, caressing his scalp. The sensation made him tingle all over.
She stood close to him, her n*****s rubbing his chest. He ran his hands over the wet curve of her spine, pressing her closer. She walked him back into the falling water and rinsed out the shampoo, pulling him down to kiss her so suds sluiced over both of them. The sensuality of the moment overpowered him. Soon we'll be back in bed again, but this time it will be different, easier. I can hardly wait… but not yet. There's so much I want to do first.
“Shall I wash your hair too?” he asked, indicating the bottle.
Sheridan shrugged and then moaned as he
