The Waiting Game by Sierra Hill

Author:Sierra Hill [Hill, Sierra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ten28 Publishing
Published: 2019-02-26T06:00:00+00:00

9

Ellie

This is surreal.

Never in a million years would I have envisioned this sort of sexual fantasy-come-to-life with Deacon in his shower. Naked and getting it on.

The minute we entered his small, two-bedroom beach house, he divested me of my wet clothing and undergarments, leading me straight into his bathroom. As we waited for the water to heat up, he allowed me to remove his jeans and wet briefs, the experience burning a memory into my brain that I will never forget as long as I live.

All six-foot-two of Deacon stands in front of me, naked as the day he was born, as I stare and fondle and touch every glorious inch. His body has only gotten hotter with age.

Rippling abs are certainly the high point, as I trace patterns with my fingertips, enjoying the bowing flex of his muscles every time I smooth over the ridges and valleys. I coast my hands over his shoulders, down his lean torso and caress a path along his narrow hips that converge into a tapered V formation, desperate to lick down his sexy treasure trail.

The highlight of this sexy field trip is obviously the thick, long package that juts out at his belly, twitching with desire to be touched. So, I do. I’m also a hella good multi-tasker and cup a hand under his balls, which are very full and firm. I get a tickle of excitement to know he manscapes.

Now, this isn’t my first rodeo, folks. I’ve seen my share of cocks and balls since losing my virginity in college.

But goddamn, Deacon has been hiding a super-sized sausage from this unsuspecting girl.

I mean, I noticed it in high school in his Speedos, but that was then. And this - holy cow - this is now, and it’s more than a handful.

The good thing about Deacon’s old beach cottage is that it takes the old and cranky pipes forever to produce hot water. Which means as we wait, I have the necessary time to explore and unveil all the sexy secrets he’s been hiding from me all these years. Especially the way he talks dirty to me in a low, raspy tone that I’d never heard before.

My own sex clenches in response when I wrap my fingers around his hard length, his deep masculine rumble stirring the desire within me so high I feel weightless and dizzy. I brush my thumb over the crown, spreading the warm liquid of his pre-cum around the head, enjoying the way his body tenses and flexes at my touch.

One of Deacon’s hands slips through my hair, fingertips massaging my scalp in the same tempo in which I stroke his cock. His other hand drops between my legs, one of his long fingers sliding between my lips, parting them deftly, flicking the pulsing bud of my clit.

“Have you ever thought about this, Elle?” he asks, entering my wetness with a quick thrust of his finger. Our breathy moans mingle in the now steamy bathroom air.

My grip tightens around

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