Allegra woke the next morning wrapped in Bryce's arms. She wiggled in his embrace, arching her back and grinding her ass into his cock. He murmured something unintelligible and pulled her closer, wrapping one large hand around her breast. She turned in his arms, kissed his cheek, and told him she was going to shower. She wriggled out from under him and headed down the hall towards the bathroom.
Ten minutes later the bathroom was full of steam. Allegra groaned, feeling the hot water soothe her. She washed her hair then her body, running her hands over her chest and feeling her nipples harden despite the heat. She pinched them lightly, and ran her hands downward, over her gently curved stomach and down to her bare pussy. She moaned loudly as her fingers slid over her mound, sliding between her lips and into her wet slit.
Allegra's soapy fingers found her clit and her hips ground forward against her hand, wanting more. She turned in the water, opening her pussy lips and letting the spray from the showerhead hit directly on her clit. She gasped, throwing her head back. The warm water felt so good hammering against her aching clit. She slid two fingers into her pussy, groaning at hot wet she was. She slid them in and out while the hot water beat down on her clit. Suddenly her hips slammed forward and she screamed as she came.
The shower door slid open, and she turned, one hand flying up to drag her wet hair out of her face, the other cupping her pussy. Bryce grinned at her. "You've had your fun, babe. Now I want mine," he said as he plucked her from the shower and set her down on the shaggy red bath mat. He grabbed a towel from the rack and ran it briskly over her, drying her thoroughly. He ran it gently between her thighs, rasping the fabric against her over-sensitive clit. She moaned, her hips arching away from the pressure.
"Too much?" Bryce asked her as he slid the towel back and forth. He grinned when she moaned low in her throat. He threw the towel to the floor and grabbed her hand, dragging her back down the hallway towards the bedroom. He laid down on top of the tangled sheets, kicking the comforter to the end of the bed. "Come here," he demanded, patting the space on either side of his head.
Allegra flushed from her head to her toes. She shook her head slowly, running one foot up the calf of her other leg, then back down. She took her lower lip between her teeth, crossing her arms under her breasts.
Bryce groaned, his green eyes glittering. "Come here," he repeated hoarsely. She was going to be the death of him. He watched her nipples harden as she chewed on her lip. "Now," he demanded. She didn't move, and he sat up, grabbed her around the waist, and sat down with her straddling his lap, leaning back against the headboard. He moaned when her pussy slid against his cock, and he ground up into her. He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around the iron rungs. "You better hang on, baby. This is going to be one wild ride," he told her fiercely.
Her fingers stayed wrapped around the rungs when he slid down her body, pushed her thighs apart, and settled his head between them. Allegra moaned when his tongue slid across her pussy lips, her hips grinding down into his mouth. She felt his tongue slide deeper, pushing up into her wet slit. It rasped across her clit and she groaned. "More," she whispered. "Give me more."