Marc followed Aimee into the bathroom. He saw her pert ass disappear behind the shower curtain and he smiled as he thought about the next position he wanted to try. Pushing back the black curtain, he stepped into the tub and smiled down at the pretty white girl standing underneath the spray. She grinned back and held out the bottle of body wash to him.
"Wanna wash me?" she said, almost whispering it.
He just nodded and grabbed the washcloth from the edge of the tub. Aimee turned around, her back and rounded ass almost brushing against his chest. He filled the cloth with the soap and started to massage her shoulders, slowly working his way down to the small of her back. She reached up and pulled her hair over her right shoulder, arching a little under the firm pressure of his hands. Marc moved the wet rag down over her left asscheek, then slid it over to the right one, squeezing the firm flesh gently beneath his palm. Aimee moaned and let her head fall back as his massage worked lower. Now his hands were stroking up and down her thighs, teasing around her the bottom of her ass, making her spread her legs slightly. Easing the wash cloth between her thighs, he casually brushed it over her slit making her tremble beneath his strong hands. Before she could get into it, he dropped to his knees and finished cleansing her legs, running his palm over the muscles in her calves and around her ankles.
Marc placed his hands on her hips and turned her around so that his face was level with the smooth skin of her tummy. He kissed her navel and then stood up, rubbing her flesh slowly with the soapy cotton. He washed her neck and then her shoulders. Lifting Aimee's right arm, he soaped it up from shoulder to fingertip, then repeated the process with the left arm. He could feel her shaking beneath his hands as he began soaping her breasts, careful to avoid the erect nipples. Lingering there only long enough to tease, he washed her curved belly and then began on her legs. He ignored her fat little pussy with the cloth, but as he kneeled in front of her to wash her feet, he blew on the lips gently.
Above him, Aimee gasped and another tremor passed through her body. She looked down and saw Marc had grown hard from the sensuous cleansing of her body. She gripped his biceps and pulled on him until he was standing tall in front of her. She ran her palms down his chest and gripped his cock in her tiny hands. Looking into his eyes, she began jerking him off slowly, her wet palms sliding up and down his erection. Marc groaned and allowed her to get him close to exploding before stopping her. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her, pressing her back against the tiles of the shower wall. Aimee was shocked for a moment, but then realized what he wanted. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and used her thighs to hold on tight. Her hands clutched his upper arms as he positioned himself at her opening. Even in the shower, he could feel how hot and damp she had become. Gripping her gorgeous ass in his hands he pushed into her, his long thick cock seeming to reach deeper than before in this position.
Aimee cried out and squeezed herself around him as he began sliding in and out of her gripping pussy.
"Mmmmm babygirl, this shit feels so good!" he moaned against her neck as he pumped in and out of her sopping cunt. Her legs tightened around his waist and his fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of her butt as he fucked her hard. Aimee bit his shoulder as his thrusting intensified, her back and ass sliding up and down against the wall.
As she felt herself beginning to come around his dick once again, she began whimpering. "Oh my god, oh my god, god, oooh shit, shit....Marc, oh Marc....I never knew, I never knew!"
Hearing and feeling Aimee come set him off and he began releasing into her, his thick come filling her up and then oozing back out as she overflowed. When they both were spent, he held her up against the tiles a little longer, her legs still curled around his waist, her face pressed into his shoulder. He finally pulled out of her slowly, and she moaned as she felt herself become empty. He helped her to stand, holding her tight until she regained her balance.
"Damn girl," he said, "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you. We're never getting out of this house!" He laughed and then washed her again, quickly this time, making sure that all signs of the last session were erased. "Go get dressed now Aimee, I'll be out in one minute."
She kissed his chest and then stepped out of the shower, wrapping another towel around her body. She left him to finish his shower and went to the bedroom to dress in the sweatsuit he had tossed to her earlier. When he exited the bathroom, she wasn't in the room. He heard her moving around in the kitchen, so he quickly pulled on his jeans and a red Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt. Sliding his feet into his Timbalands he went to find the beautiful woman who'd already captured not only his body, but his heart as well.
Aimee was leaning against his counter, drinking a glass of apple juice. She smiled at him shyly as he entered the room. Offering him the glass, he took it from her and finished drinking the amber liquid.
"You ready for breakfast, baby?" he asked, placing the cup in the sink.
