Emma smiled in happiness as she washed her newly awakened body. She was sore in places she hadn't known she had.
Running her fingers through her waist-length auburn hair, Emma rinsed all of the shampoo out.
Bryan slowly opened the bathroom door. Through the smoky glass, he could see a blurred outline of Emma's voluptuous body.
After removing his robe, he opened the shower door and quickly joined his new lover.
Emma gasped. "Oh my, Mr. Jam- I mean...Bryan. You startled me."
Bryan chuckled. "Sorry. Just thought you'd like some company. Want me to wash your back?"
Emma blushed. "Sure."
Bryan took the washcloth and soap and proceeded to wash her body thoroughly. With a few kisses here and there they were both very turned on by the time he was done.
Bryan knelt down in front of her, grasping her hips in his hands. With his mouth, tongue, and teeth, he pleasured Emma.
Grabbing his dark wavy hair, Emma ground her pussy against his face. "Oh, Bryan. Your mouth feels so good."
Bryan moaned into her pussy, bringing her even more pleasure. She tasted so good. He kept up the pressure and movement of his tongue until finally Emma cried out, her pussy throbbing.
Grasping his broad shoulders, she pulled until he stood before her. "I want you inside me. Now."
Bryan chuckled as he kissed her neck. "Yes, Ma'am."
With her back against the shower wall for support, Bryan lifted Emma's legs and wrapped them around his waist. Taking his hard cock in hand, he rubbed the head against her pulsating pussy. "You want this, baby?"
"Oh, yeah, Bryan."
"Tell me, Emily," he insisted.
"I want your cock inside me. Right now."
Finally, slowly, Bryan entered her.
Emma held her breath. The pleasure was so intense. When he was embedded inside her pussy, she let out a sigh. "Oh yes, that's it."
"Your pussy feels so good, Emily," he ground out as he rained kisses on her sweet face. He saw that her big hazel eyes were closed. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at me while I make you mine."
Emma opened her eyes and looked into his. He had such beautiful blue eyes. "I'm yours, Bryan."
He hadn't realized what those softly spoken words could mean to him until she uttered them. She was his. This beautiful young woman belonged to him.
Of their own accord, his hips started moving at a faster pace.
Pounding in and out of her sweet young pussy, he worked towards that ultimate goal. That "little death" as it was called.
Emma's small teeth nipped at his earlobe. "Yes. Faster, Bryan. Harder."
Bryan granted her request, pumping into her faster and harder.
Their eyes locked, they both reached their climax at the same time. Bryan's ears rang from her screams as she came. She was very loud. Not that he was complaining, he thought with a grin.
Emma clung to him as he turned the water off and carried her out of the shower. After placing her on her feet, he grabbed a bath towel and dried her well-loved body before drying his own. Wrapping her in one of his bath robes, he laughed.
"What's so funny?" Emma asked.
"It's a bit long on you." The robe was so big on her. The hem, which on his six-foot-three frame reached his calves, touched the floor on her.
"Well, it's not my fault you're at least a foot taller than me," she said before sticking her tongue out at him.
Bryan laughed and tapped her cute nose. "Watch that tongue. I may take that as an invitation."
Emma thought for a moment then, with a devilish look in her eye, stuck her tongue out again.
Bryan let out a growl.
Emma screamed as she turned and ran out of the bathroom, lifting the robe so she wouldn't trip.
Bryan grabbed his other robe and threw it on as he chased her into his bedroom. The robe hung open, displaying his lightly furred chest, his stomach, and his cock, which was hardening with each passing second. He came to a stop just inside his room. Emma had jumped onto his bed. She stood in the middle of the mattress, her long auburn hair cascading around her, her eyes shining with happiness, a laugh on her full lips.
She was a sight. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as Emma was at that moment.
Like a lion on the prowl, he walked to the bed.
Bryan placed his hands on his hips. With a mock scowl on his face, he glared. "Didn't I tell you not to stick your tongue out at me again, young lady?"
Emma giggled. "Yes, sir."
"Then you shall accept your punishment."
"Oh, no, sir. Please have mercy on me." Emma smiled and batted her eyelashes.
"Too late." Before she could run, Bryan grabbed her ankles and pulled.
Emma laughed as she fell onto her back on the bed.
Sitting on the side of the bed, Bryan took and placed Emma across his lap, her bottom in the air.
Slowly, so slowly, he took one hand and ran it up her leg, pulling the robe with it. His fingers lightly touched the backs of her knees, her thighs, forcing them to open. His long fingers dipped into her pussy for a second before continuing up to her bottom.
