CH23

Warning ⚠️ !!!!!!!

Sensitive content ahead

Pressed tightly together, my softening erection still in Amelia's hand, I apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen."

Amelia smiled. "S'okay. I wondered what it would feel like. Now I know." Her hand explored the mess of warm semen. She blushed. "I like it. I like that I can make you ... you know, cum."

God, she was sweet. "Maybe I should clean up," I suggested.

Amelia turned her eyes away and asked softly, shyly, "Would you like to take a shower together?"

The shower was the final step in our intimacy, the last wall between us crumbling. When I nodded, she eased away from me holding the sheet off her body and slipped from bed.

I followed and, frankly, ogled her. Amelia, in the lead, had an exquisite bottom, a rump just beginning to gain feminine shape, small and compact, a ripening pear shape.

She turned the shower on, still facing away from me, and stepped into the glass enclosure. I followed. She paused as if girding herself, then turned to face me.

Amelia quite took my breath away. Slender as a gazelle, with hints of curves, she was gorgeous. Delicate breasts highlighted by a bikini tan rode high and firm, her areolae dark pink, tiny nipples beaded. She watched me intently as I studied her.

Narrow hips curved into sensual, slender thighs and, at their juncture, Amelia had a thin coating of pubic hair; soft and wavy, still not covering the swell of her mons, her pussy narrowing with deep creases to curl between her thighs, her vulva rounded and full.

I could see her long clitoral hood cradled between plump labia, and a light dusting of almost black pubes where her labia met. She was stunning; no longer a young girl, not quite a woman, but a perfect blend of the two.

Then I noticed my thick semen slipping down her lower stomach and gathering in her pubic hair. Disorientation set in. It was like being tossed around in an angry sea. I'd never seen a sexier sight.

AMELIA WATCHED MIKE STUDY her. She saw adoration in his soft, sexy eyes that thrilled her. She stood naked, letting him look, the first guy to ever see her naked, and it didn't embarrass her at all. With a flash of insight, she knew why. She loved Mike so much her stomach hurt.

All her preconceptions had been wrong. Feeling Mike cum, seeing him experience so much pleasure, had thrilled her.

Feeling him cum was wonderful. And she'd done it! She'd made him cum! Her!

She smiled to herself. Now, the thought of experiencing sex with Mike excited her. She wanted to try everything, absolutely everything.

With Mike, she felt no shame. How could she when he looked at her like that? As if he was besotted with her, such love in his expression. She liked being naked for him.

Amelia finally looked away from his handsome face and studied his body. Light chest hair dusted his chest from nipple to nipple and trailed down in a thin line to his belly button, and again down to his thick pubic bush.

His penis was soft, circumcised, smaller than it had been in her hand, and below, his testicles.

He had a swimmers body, broad shoulders, narrow waist, muscled legs. She wondered what his tush looked like.

She wondered what he'd do if she kissed his nipples. We're they as sensitive as hers? They were at the perfect height for her lips.

She liked how he rested his chin on her head when he hugged her. She liked cuddling with him. She loved his scent; like new paper in a notebook with a hint of guy adding spice.

A bark made her jump. She smiled at Rufus, his excitement at the shower, a new game. He pawed the door. Magnets released. The door opened.

Mike shut it. "Stop that, Rufus. Sit!"

Rufus wagged his tail, eyes alert and mischievous. He pawed the door again, adding a deep bark.

"Rufus! Sit!" she ordered.

Rufus sat, tail wagging. He chuffed and whined, a garbled sound. Amelia laughed. Rufus was talking! Wasn't he cute?

"Why doesn't he listen to me?" Mike asked grumpily.

"He does. He just doesn't obey you," Amelia answered. She shivered at the look Mike gave her; as if he could eat her up.

"You are, without doubt, the sexiest girl in the world. I'm never letting you go, Amelia."

Amelia sighed. "Kay."

"Let's wash."

She turned to dampen her hair, then turned again, reaching for the shampoo. Mike had it. He smiled.

"Let me."

Turning her back to him, she let him wash her hair. His fingers were strong, massaging her head, so relaxing she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the sensation.

Eyes closed, she turned and rinsed when he told her to, and melted when he washed her hair again. It was a sensual experience.

Hair rinsed, she jumped when his soapy hands started washing her shoulders from behind. Warm water cascaded down from the rainfall shower-head.

His gentle hands felt good washing her back, exciting as he washed her behind, and arousing as he reached around to wash her stomach, edging higher and higher.

Large, soapy hands gently covered her breasts sending a shiver of pleasure through her, her nipples awakening, sensitive.

She relaxed, leaning back against him, eyes closed, and enjoyed his caress, her breasts feeling fuller, heavier, a spark of arousal blossoming in her pussy.

She shivered when his fingers teased her areolae, and sighed when he cupped her breasts again, gently massaging them. This was fantastic!

His kiss on her neck felt wonderful. One hand slipped down, her stomach clenching. He cupped her pussy. A surge of pleasure hit her.

She could feel every move of his hand as he washed her pussy, more like a loving caress, exploring her, and she shuddered when he found her clit, a spike of pleasure radiating up through her, warmth growing in her pussy, small pulses of pleasure.

Amelia melted back against Mike, her heart racing. His hand caressed her breast, his other rubbing her clit.

Her knees felt weak, and actually shook when his finger eased into her cleft, touching her deeply, sliding up to rub her clit harder, waves of pleasure washing over her.

Mike whispered in her ear, "I love you, Amelia Destiny."

It took her over the edge, her pussy clenching, body tensing. Release hit her hard, her body shaking, pleasure cascading through her as she climaxed hard, so hard.

She slumped, Mike's arm holding her up, pussy pulsing, ecstasy slamming into her. She gasped, pleasure pounding her and stealing the air. Her body ached, almost painful, his finger gently strumming her clit.

Her body shook. She heard her herself cry out, her pleasure too much, too strong. Waves of ecstasy punished her until she thought she'd die, heart pounding, gasping silently, muscles trembling.

Her climax peaked and slipped down into warmth, peace, her body boneless. As fading tremors shook her, she melted, Mike holding her up.

The sound of water returned. The shower stall spun momentarily when she opened her eyes. It had been a climax unlike any she'd ever experienced, a full body orgasm, draining, exhausting, and wonderful, simply wonderful, and Mike had given it to her.

Love flushed through her. She turned, looked up at him and moved in to hug him. He wrapped her in a hug. She was home, unquestionably home. Her sigh was deep.

In bed, cuddled naked with Mike, she listened to his steady breathing, inhaled his scent, and felt at peace. Washing Mike had fascinated her.

His body was full of muscles. She'd finally seen his tush and it was crazy sexy. She'd always liked guys rears and Mike's was fantastic.

Amelia smiled, remembering washing his testicles and the heat and lust that had emerged in his eyes as she washed his penis.

It had twitched and thickened slightly, so sexy, an experience she wanted to repeat again and again, maybe next time feel him become fully erect. How would that feel?

Amelia sighed. She adored him. "I love you, Mike," she reminded him in a whisper, closing her eyes. Sweet dreams filled her mind.