Chapter 8
Lorna
Tears fill my eyes as I look at the gorgeous man who just opened up his heart to me. I reach out and take his hand in mine. The now very familiar electric thrill shoots through my body.
Since I'm staying the night, I say, "I'm still pretty chilled from being outside. Is it okay if I warm up in a hot shower?"
Mischa nods, moving as if he's going to stand. I lay my hand gently on his thigh and ask, "Want to join me?"
The heat behind his eyes gives me my answer.
Standing up, I offer my hand, and he leads me to the back of the condo. His master bedroom bathroom is large with a beautifully tiled stand-up shower with two shower heads inside.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"One hundred percent. How about you?"
He nods.
"Is there anything I should know? Do your scars hurt or anything?" I ask, letting my hand stroke his firm chest.
Mischa shakes his head, and his voice comes out thick. "No. Sometimes I get stiff there, but no pain."
Nodding, I reach in and turn on the shower, with my sweater sleeve getting wet.
I look at him, and with my pussy throbbing from seeing the heat behind his eyes, I peel my sweater off and unhook my bra.
His reaction to seeing my tits fall out makes my clit scream to be attended to.
I undo my jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and slip out of my lacy panties.
Once I kick off my socks, I walk barefoot to him, fully naked, and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself close.
Our lips meet. He tastes of warm spices.
Our tongues hungrily explore each other, and I sit him on the claw-foot bathtub, bringing my tit to his mouth, which he sucks on hungrily.
While he licks and nibbles my breasts, Mischa slips a couple of fingers into my wet pussy, and I writhe on his hand, pressing my clit against his palm.
His finger-fucking speeds up, and before long, I'm coming onto his surprisingly expert fingers.
With ragged breaths, I demand, "Get naked and step into the shower."
I then walk into the stream, allowing the steaming hot water to cover my hair and shoulders.
Undressed and with a ready, thick cock, Mischa steps inside. I lift my foot onto the shower's shelf and lead him toward me, helping his cock find my pussy.
Holding me close to him, Mischa enters me with a loud moan.
His eyes roll into the back of his head.
Our bodies slap together in the shower stream as he fucks me with a wild abandon.
When he comes, he grips the base of my wet hair, yelling out my name.
We stay like that, wrapped around each other under the hot water, for several minutes as our breathing recovers.
Once dried off, he finds me a pair of old sweats that barely fit me and pours us a couple more warm ciders. We snuggle on the couch, staring at the fire. Mischa's fingers play with my damp hair.
"Well, damn," he says, looking down at me.
"Yeah. Well, damn."