I was screaming Paul’s name, not because I was afraid, but because of the heavenly sensation creeping through my body as he thrusts his manhood to my core. I was only joking when I asked him to bathe me, but when he took me to the bathroom, I cried again while clinging to him, not wanting him to go, he kissed me fervently.
We made it to the shower area, but Paul did not let go of me, kissing every part of my body like we had not seen for a long time and forgetting we should not make love for another week. He pushed his hard member into my wet walls while my legs were wrapped around his hips. His slow rhythm of pushing and pulling inside me his scorching kisses erased every fear I had in my body. All I could think of was Paul and holding on to my sanity while he kissed my lips and kneaded
