Samantha woke up first the next morning. Sitting up, she looked over her shoulder at her sleeping man. He was laying on his back with his head turned towards her, lightly snoring. His hair was growing longer than ever, and the soft blue was fading out more. Moving his hair away from his face, she leaned over and kissed his lips, before she got up, and went inside the bathroom. Turning on the shower she let it heat up, as she went through her bag for undergarments.
Laying out her clothes, she grabbed her, Cherry blossom shampoo, conditioner, body wash and loofah. Walking over to the shower, she opened the glass door stepped into the steamy water, and wet her body. Reaching for her shampoo, she squeezed a big gallop, into her hand and massaged it into her hair. Her curls sprang back instantaneously, forming around her face. She finger combed her hair as she let the soap rinse out, before repeating the same thing with her conditioner. Her hair cleaned she reached for her body wash, and loofah. Pouring it gingerly on to her body, she lathered up, as she tossed her head back enjoying the high powered massaging shower head. Any kinks, or sores, she felt from her body from the night before, quickly began to melt away.
In the midst of scrubbing her body, she felt a breeze of cold air, within the warm stall. Turning around, she came face to face with Ian and his magnificent body. Naked as the day he was born, Ian stepped into the shower. Samantha turned to face him, but Ian turned her back around. Walking forward, he pushed her front into the shower wall. Reaching down he slid his fingers between her thighs, feeling the slippery wetness of her pussy.
Gasping loudly, Samantha's head fell back against his chest. Using his other hand he gripped her face and brought his lips crashing down into hers. Fingering her pussy he made sure that she was wet enough to receive his length. Slipping three fingers inside her he curved them, and thrust steadily.
"Ian... oh yess..." She hissed.
Taking his fingers from her pussy, Ian gripped his dick. Dragging it across her pussy, he let her wetness slick his thickness. As she thrust her pussy across his veiny member, Ian suddenly pulled away only to plunge home to the hilt moments later.
"Ahhh." She clawed the arm that held her around the throat.
Ian rested deep inside her. Affected as well from the overwhelming tightness of her slick pussy. Wrapping his free arm around her waist, he caressed her clit to help her adjust to his invasion.
"I can't get enough of this tight pussy." He groaned in her ear, causing shivers to race throughout her body.
Pulling back his hips slowly until only the head was within her, he delivered shallow thrusts. Enjoying the sensations of his mushroomed head being pulled and clenched. Samantha wanting more, threw her hips back into his, sinking herself on him fully.
"You're becoming such a bad little one." He grunted as she continued to fuck herself on his dick as he watched. Letting her enjoy herself, Ian held still and only twirled her clit with a steady rhythm.
"Ian, fuck me." She gasped between hurried thrusts. "Please, baby. I need you."
Her plea was his undoing. Pushing her upper body forward into the wall, he gripped both of her arms behind her back. Holding them in one hand for extra leverage, Ian widen his stance, and drove into her.
Spanking her ass, he pounding her relentlessly, enjoying the feeling of his balls slapping into her. Leaning back he observed the view of his tanned dick sinking deeper into her brown and pink folds with pleasure. Growing harder inside her, he slowed his hips not wanting to come too soon.
"Is this how you want it, baby?" He questioned in her ear.
"Yesss, harder curly."
Ian jerked his hips harder against her. Together they let out a grunt. Reaching for her leg with his free hand he lifted it from the floor. Giving her what she begged for, Ian plummeted her soaked pussy.
"Cum on my dick baby. Let this sweet pussy milk me."
As the cooled water raced down his back, Ian raced for completion. Samantha began to quake, as she took his harsh fucking. His balls slapped against her clit over and over again. Sending her into a pleasuring pool of darkness. Her knees went out, leaving Ian to catch her fall as he emptied his balls into her drenched pussy with a low pitched growl.
Resting his head against the wall, Ian worked to catch his breath. Picking up her loofah, he lathered it up once again and washed her tender pussy, before he washed himself. Rinsing them both off he picked her up off her feet, she instantly locked her legs around his waist, and buried her face in his neck.
Grabbing a towel Ian carried her into their bedroom, where he sat her on her feet in order to dry her off. Wiping her damp skin dry, he wiped off as well and pulled back the covers.
"Ian what are you doing? It's already 10 am, we can't possibly get back in bed." She chided.
"And why does that matter? We can do anything we want. There's more than enough time." He tugged her hand, bringing her closer to the bed. "What I want more than anything right now is to hold my beautiful woman after mind blowing lovemaking and just sleep."
Sitting on the bed he pulled her onto his lap. Her ass brushed against him, causing his dick to jump. Feeling his reaction she looked down shocked at what she saw. Her mind couldn't process the fact that he was rock hard once more, and his eyes had darkened. Telling her that he was hungry for more, and ready to appease his needs.
"Ian, you're insatiable." She moaned, thinking about the delicious ache her pussy had from his previous pounding.
"You're absolutely right. I've waited to call you mine since the day we knew the difference between a man and woman. I've starved for this, and now I have an all you can eat buffet in front of me and I would be fucking stupid to waste all of this..." He dipped a finger inside of her pussy, and slipped it inside his mouth. "Sweet goodness." He finished.
Watching him clean her essences from his finger, caused her ache to double. Insanely she wanted him again. "Be gentle."
Turning her back to his front she raised her hips and slowly sank down onto him. Simultaneously they moaned. He gripped her hips and guided her along his dick.
"Holy Shit." She cried. Feeling a small orgasm pass through her body, as he tapped against her spot.
Bringing his hands up to her breast, he gripped them in both hands, as he gently bounced her on his dick, filling the room with the wet slapping sounds of their body.
"That's your spot isn't it?" He asked rhetorically. Knowing that her body was shaking like a leaf because he was continuously tapping against her hidden treasure.
"Sam have you seen the guys? I woke up and Michael was gone. "Caroline asked as the door suddenly swung open.
Ian stopped mid thrust, as Samantha screamed and scrambled to get off his lap. Caroline hurriedly rushed out the room, slamming the door behind her. Covering her eyes, Samantha wept from embarrassment. Ian at a lost, reached out and touched her arm.
"It's alright Sammy. Please don't cry." He beckoned her to roll over onto her back. "What we've done is nothing to be ashamed of."
"I'm just so embarrassed. I can't imagine what she thinks of me."
"Stop that." He said sternly. "That is one of your best friends. She would never think negative of you."
Lying down at her side, he turned her back to his front, and spooned against her. Kissing her neck, he hugged her tight.
"Just rest. Once you wake it will all blow over. "
Closing her eyes, Samantha prayed that it would before she fell into a fitful slumber.
When she opened her eyes later, she rolled over to find the spot next to her was cold and vacant. Looking on the night stand at the clock she noticed that it was almost 5:00 pm. With a gasp she rolled out of bed, ran to the bathroom and put on her bra and panties.
"I'm going to kill them if they left without me."
Dressing in a pair of tights and a long baggy sweater, with some furry winter boots. Samantha ran down stairs, looking around for them. She heard music coming from outside, so she went in the direction of the back deck.
"What the fuck. That wasn't a foul." Ian yelled at the TV. Michael and he both sat on either ends of the couch facing the TV that had appeared out of a secret lift. They were currently engaged in a very intense game of NBA 2k15, so much so neither realized she was standing there watching them.
Opening the sliding door, she took a step out into the warm enclosed deck. Nervously she walked to the couch and took a seat.
"Where's Carol?"
"In the bathroom." Michael answered not looking away from the screen. Currently in the lead with a score of 60 to 54.
