8 Classic Beauty

[ Chapter 8 ] [ Mature Content ]

Cassandra shut her eyes and let the stream of hot water splash over her head, streaming down her skin and it's excessively relaxing.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she took her time lathering her long blond hair and soaping her sensitive skin with her favourite jasmine products. The biting spray of the shower awakens her skin, leaving it hot and tingling.

The passionate night had long passed yet their ecstatic moans kept reverberating in her ears like some sort of sensual melody and the image of his scorching eyes full of lust were all what she saw in her close-lidded eyes.

What an experience it had been.

Cassandra couldn't stop thinking about him. His sexy grin, his deep charming voice, his nice mild scent and the way his calloused hands were holding her brought extreme pleasure through her core.

Cassandra bit down her lip as she felt herself was getting hot just by the lingering delicious memories he bestowed upon her. Loud her own lusty cries on each of his thrusts and his deep, wantonly breath that kept sending ticklish on her skin, electrocuting every cell of her body.

Raw and carnal. She's ever going to forget every second of their night. Despite the lingering soreness inside her pussy, she could still feel him. Long and thick inside her. It's an oddly luscious feeling.

Desperately aroused she couldn't help it. Her hands began to feel her heated body and she writhed on each of hot water that prickled on her skin.

Her hands wander across her breasts, which was already excited without her knowing, she cupped their fullness and rubbed her cherry nipples into hard peaks.

Savoring the lingering aching sensation of having his strong and veiny hands upon them, squeezing and kneading on them.

His hands were perfect and fit on them, it's as if they were made just to bring pleasure onto her. His mouth too, those succulent lips and his nimble tongue felt so damn great on her.

Cassandra sighed a soft moan as she's giving up on her own pleasure. Imagining his weight upon her, pressing and rocking on her.

Caressing her hand on her own lustrous skin down to south, she pushed her right hand down between her legs and she circled a soapy finger around her aching petaled slit.

She's already sexually so excited and starting to wish she had pulled him into the shower with her. Fantasizing on the erotic image of him taking her hard on the cold wall, just like the way he rammed her hard against the wall last night.

He rocked his hips against her with her legs wrapped around his muscly ass, creating delicious and wet noises of their slapping skin. Him in and out of her, over and over.

Her finger circled faster as she pictured the aneurysm-inducing memory of his hips slammed into hers, his muscles tensed with exertion and lust.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving in the pleasure he bestowed upon her, and she's wincing in ecstasy. With every thrust she clamped her legs down, bringing him just that extra deep inside to be met with a loud groan.

Cassandra started to lose herself in the sensation and leaned against the tile wall to support herself, her legs were squirming on each of her own touches.

The spray was hitting directly onto her sensitive nipples like tiny licks of heat, just like the way his mouth latched on them, hot and arousing.

She fantasized his hard maleness hammering into her as she worked two fingers in and out of her aching pleasure channel.

She loved the way he took her roughly, desperately, like the only thing he wanted to do was to hammer himself on her until they were both gasping for air.

Her legs started to tremble and she could feel her peak building. Her clitoris were throbbing and her fingers slid easily in and out.

Cassandra bit hard on her bottom lip to contain her needs to cry out as she ground herself against her fingers in desperate motion.

The tension increased until she felt strung as tight as a bow and then the rush of heat and pleasure crashed upon her.

Shortly thereafter, she pulled her eyes open when she was done from her high and regained her normal breath, the tense and frustration were gone, as she felt relaxed and quite sated.

Cassandra just couldn't believe that she's really desperate enough to touch herself. It's so improper of her for doing this when the fact was they were only separated by a single door.

Well, she just couldn't help it, she had to find a relief on her own since he got her desperately aroused. It took all of her will for masking such an indifferent expression in front of him when in fact she's aroused and already hot on the inside.

She knew she could have him if she wanted, but if she did so then she would be no different to a slut in heat.

Nervous and not wanting to lose herself around him whose sensual charm was irresistible. She quickly excused herself and walked into the bathroom, in the hope of easing her heated nerves only to ended up with her losing herself fantasizing him.

Cassandra had never been an easy woman, or else she wouldn't be chastised in her thirty seven years of life. Last night was the only exception though she felt no regret.

It wasn't him who she was afraid of. Rather she's afraid of herself. She wasn't sure she could resist him if she kept yielding to his advance. He's like an irresistible aphrodisiac, the more she got the taste of him the more insane she became. She wouldn't let herself drown in pleasure.

He's the finest womanizer for a reason, women keep falling for his irresistible charm and always ended up used and dumped. She knew that's his nature since he's a natural born womanizer.

Cassandra brushed off the thought of him in the back of her head and she resumed her relaxing shower as she soaped herself clean. Upon finishing having a full body shower, she dried herself with a clean towel before walking and opened her wardrobe.

"Change into something comfortable?"

Cassandra asked herself as her hands rummaged through the dresses. Somewhere deep inside her, she wanted to change into something alluring and revealing to get his attention, to seduce him into head over heels for her.

It would be really nice to have such a finest man to warm her bed. Probably if he could stop being a womanizer and become exclusive to her only, she wouldn't mind to bed him again.

She then immediately dismissed that thought, smiling a self-mocking smile. For a man like him change his nature because of a woman? Unlikely.

In the end, since the dresses were limited to after-bath wear. She picked a set of white cotton panties and brasierre, and a fluffy white bathrobe.

Turning around, Cassandra stood in front of the full length mirror, studying her gorgeous naked form. Granted that she's a natural stunner, she's beautiful as she's with make up. That's something she proud of.

Her eyes then landed at the fullness of her firm and rounded womanly assets. Given that she's a woman who paid meticulous effort taking care of her appearance, every curve on her statuesque figure was defined and absolutely natural.

She went through a lot of effort maintaining her healthy figure through a well-planned diet, disciplined yoga and living a healthy lifestyle.

From her massive breasts narrowed into slim waist and well-shaped buttocks. All in flawless and proportional shape, displaying an extremely sexy hourglass figure.

Her disciplined work out session could be seen in her toned stomach, adding a couple more points to her already extreme sexy charm. She smiled proudly as she pleased with herself before praising the mature beauty on the mirror.

"For a late thirties something you're still hot and absolutely gorgeous."

Cassandra was aware of how ravishingly hot her curvaceous body was as she's used to women's envy gaze and men's lusty stare. Every woman would kill to have such a flawless magnificent body.

Granted that she's already appealing in her youth, she admitted that she's now even sexier than her younger self. Where the young her was gorgeous, the current her was magnificent. She's a living example of the famous saying, mature like a fine wine.

Her alluring charm was getting more enticing as she got older. The more she aged the more beautiful and sexier she became. Classic beauty.

Cassandra then shook her head in a self-deprecating smile. It's truly sad knowing such a fine babe was being wasted with no man around to appreciate her beauty.

Pulling up her panties she clasped her brasierre before slipping into the bathrobe. She let her wet blond hair cascaded behind her waistline sensuously.

Cassandra looked at her reflection for the last time, making sure she look presentable, not too sexy and not plain either. The bathrobe she picked was the long one, covering her entire legs.

Her vision was presentable and wasn't too revealing since she didn't want to give him the impression of her seducing him. Even so, she didn't want to look plain either since to be honest, she kind of love his smoldering gaze on all over her body.

Cassandra ran her fingers through her long platinum blonde hair and applied a quick sheen of lip gloss to her enchanting lips.

Exhaling a deep breath for one more time, she walked over, opening the door Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom.

And there she saw him.

Gone was his achingly sensual naked form, leaving only a delicious looking man wrapped loose in a black bathrobe.

His wet black hair tousled to the side, spilling over his beautiful eyelashes, and his piercing dark eyes locked on hers as if she's some kind of delicious meat he wanted to eat.

She caught his Adam's apple bobbing up and down for a fraction of a seconds when he's checking on her and oh, Sweet Fuckness, his manly chiseled collarbone and those steel hard abs look absolutely spellbinding since he left them open.

He looked fresh and insanely hot.

Looking at her whose eyes were captivated and face was mesmerized, Julian let out a playful chuckle. The corner of his lips curved into a bewitching smirk before he flashed a fine smile and handsomely offered,

"Would you like a glass of wine?"

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