176. Your Tattoos...

That day, they made love till the early hours of the evening, trying different positions and styles. The ones she'd read in books and the ones he'd seen in movies. Exhausted and sleepy, he carried her into the bathroom to wash her up, as she could barely move a muscle, he was a demon indeed, a demon in bed. He'd drained her of all energy...

Or so they both thought.

For he had carried her into he bathroom to wash her up, but as soon as he placed her in the warm water in the bathtub, a single tempting kiss led to him entering the bathtub, and one thing led to another, and soon she was on top of him, riding him like a horse in the warm water, straddling him softly, holding on to both sides of the tub, his own hands on her waist as she controlled him.

Neither of them could count how many times they'd climaxed that afternoon.

The first time for the both of them, and it was beyond wonderful. Words were not enough to explain the feeling.