It was a warm night. Marie lay on her bed wearing only her bra and G-string. There was a knock at the door.
“It’s open” she called.
The door swung open and there he stood, a tall rugged man, biceps rippling from under his tan, his shirt was unbuttoned making him look even sexier.
He strode over to the bed and gently swept her up, into his arms and guided her to the shower. As he turned the tap, he moved behind her. He rested his hands on her shoulders, moving her long blonde hair from her neck. He kissed the newly revealed skin lightly, his tongue tasting her saltiness.
His lips continued to work over her neck and ear, sucking her earlobe in his mouth. He unhooked her bra, his strong fingers following the material round to her breasts as it slid of her shoulders. His hands resting on her heaving bosoms feeling their weight and softness before rolling Marie’s hardening nipples between his fingers, all the time kissing her neck and shoulders.
“Oh Paul” she murmured, her head lulling back against his shoulder.
Paul’s fingers continued to knead her breasts. Marie reached behind her massaging his stiffening cock through his shorts. They moaned simultaneously at each other’s touch.
Paul slowly slid his hands back up to her shoulders and gently turned her towards him. His lips followed the curve of her jaw to her lips, kissing her fleetingly before lowering his mouth to her breasts. He nipped playfully at her skin before wrapping his lips around her right nipple. Sucking it gently into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. His hand massaged her left breast, squeezing it, before pulling at the nipple again.
Marie pushed his shirt from his shoulders, scratching her nails down his back and back up to his head. Her fingers became entwined in his hair pulling his head against her breast till his teeth began to dig in.