thumb copied the gesture of his tongue over her clit.
All Beth’s intensions to enjoy the build-up for as long as possible evaporated as her orgasm crashed through her. She slumped forward, her ability to support her own weight impaired by the rainbow of erotic delirium that splashed behind her closed eyelids.
As his lover rested on his shoulder, Harrison eased himself into a sitting position, and tucked Beth onto his lap, his fingers stroking her russet ringlets, his words heavy with unspent lust. ‘You OK, doll?’
‘Umm.’ Beth felt as if her voice was coming from far away as she replied, the presence of Harrison’s solid cock digging into the small of her back, keeping her pussy hungry and slick as she reached up to kiss him.
‘Time for that shower, I think.’ Harrison assisted Beth to her feet, levering the tangled jeans and panties that had fallen to her ankles.
It didn’t matter that the water coming from the showerhead was more of a trickle than a cascade, or that its temperature was tepid at best. All that mattered to Beth was that she wasn’t in there alone.
She was just thinking she could happily stand and admire his nakedness all day when Harrison hopped out of the cubicle. ‘Stay there; keep warm under the water.’
‘Where are you going?’ Beth watched as he streaked across the roof to their clothes. His back seemed broader than she’d imagined, and although she knew he was very fit, the reality of his naked physique almost took her breath away.
She gulped, her whole being giving a lurch as Harrison waved a small, thinly bristled finds brush in her direction. ‘Now, what sort of archaeologist would I be –’ he stepped back into the small cubicle ‘– if I didn’t have the correct equipment ready when it came to surveying a particularly magnificent specimen?’
Beth’s mouth fell open as he knelt awkwardly in the confided space.
‘Now, let me see your knees.’ The light bristles of the brush she’d seen being so delicately swept over the mosaic earlier wiped over her kneecaps. ‘Oh wow!’
The water barely reached Harrison as he ran the brush over the backs of Beth’s knees, while kissing and licking her patellas. Beth couldn’t keep her feet still. No one had ever treated her knees like an erogenous zone before, and her whole being squirmed.
By the time his investigation of her spotted skin had reached above her knees, Beth was quivering with cold as well as desire. Water droplets were suspended from the tips of her breasts; trickling in tiny brooks on a course towards the V of her pussy.
Harrison could tell it wouldn’t take much more to tip Beth over the edge; but she was also getting very cold. ‘This investigation will resume very soon, but first –’ he picked Beth up and laid her on the picnic rug ‘– let’s make sure you don’t freeze to death.’
Taking a towel, he began to dry Beth down, each rub enflaming her flesh further. As he worked, Harrison gestured to the bag of food to their side. ‘You hungry?’
‘Very.’ Beth, whose knees felt oddly neglected, pulled her fellow archaeologist down on top of her. ‘But not for food.’ Haphazardly tugging the towel from between them, she stared Harrison in the eye. ‘Tell me, Dr Harris, when you saw Candida in the hut, what were you thinking?’
‘That’s easy, Dr Andrews –’ He tucked a stray curl away from her forehead. ‘I wished it was you, and that I was Ryan.’
Somehow ignoring the presence of his shaft as it dug at her thigh, and with a suggestive curl of her lips, Beth got onto all fours, her hair falling over her shoulders, her pulse thumping in her throat. ‘Like this?’
‘Oh, doll!’ Harrison resumed his self-allotted task, and tapped a fingertip over each and every freckle on her exposed back. ‘I’m not going to tie you like Candida was, and I’m not gonna blindfold you, but I do want you to stay still. Promise?’
‘I’ll try.’ Beth giggled, knowing there wasn’t a
All Beth’s intensions to enjoy the build-up for as long as possible evaporated as her orgasm crashed through her. She slumped forward, her ability to support her own weight impaired by the rainbow of erotic delirium that splashed behind her closed eyelids.
As his lover rested on his shoulder, Harrison eased himself into a sitting position, and tucked Beth onto his lap, his fingers stroking her russet ringlets, his words heavy with unspent lust. ‘You OK, doll?’
‘Umm.’ Beth felt as if her voice was coming from far away as she replied, the presence of Harrison’s solid cock digging into the small of her back, keeping her pussy hungry and slick as she reached up to kiss him.
‘Time for that shower, I think.’ Harrison assisted Beth to her feet, levering the tangled jeans and panties that had fallen to her ankles.
It didn’t matter that the water coming from the showerhead was more of a trickle than a cascade, or that its temperature was tepid at best. All that mattered to Beth was that she wasn’t in there alone.
She was just thinking she could happily stand and admire his nakedness all day when Harrison hopped out of the cubicle. ‘Stay there; keep warm under the water.’
‘Where are you going?’ Beth watched as he streaked across the roof to their clothes. His back seemed broader than she’d imagined, and although she knew he was very fit, the reality of his naked physique almost took her breath away.
She gulped, her whole being giving a lurch as Harrison waved a small, thinly bristled finds brush in her direction. ‘Now, what sort of archaeologist would I be –’ he stepped back into the small cubicle ‘– if I didn’t have the correct equipment ready when it came to surveying a particularly magnificent specimen?’
Beth’s mouth fell open as he knelt awkwardly in the confided space.
‘Now, let me see your knees.’ The light bristles of the brush she’d seen being so delicately swept over the mosaic earlier wiped over her kneecaps. ‘Oh wow!’
The water barely reached Harrison as he ran the brush over the backs of Beth’s knees, while kissing and licking her patellas. Beth couldn’t keep her feet still. No one had ever treated her knees like an erogenous zone before, and her whole being squirmed.
By the time his investigation of her spotted skin had reached above her knees, Beth was quivering with cold as well as desire. Water droplets were suspended from the tips of her breasts; trickling in tiny brooks on a course towards the V of her pussy.
Harrison could tell it wouldn’t take much more to tip Beth over the edge; but she was also getting very cold. ‘This investigation will resume very soon, but first –’ he picked Beth up and laid her on the picnic rug ‘– let’s make sure you don’t freeze to death.’
Taking a towel, he began to dry Beth down, each rub enflaming her flesh further. As he worked, Harrison gestured to the bag of food to their side. ‘You hungry?’
‘Very.’ Beth, whose knees felt oddly neglected, pulled her fellow archaeologist down on top of her. ‘But not for food.’ Haphazardly tugging the towel from between them, she stared Harrison in the eye. ‘Tell me, Dr Harris, when you saw Candida in the hut, what were you thinking?’
‘That’s easy, Dr Andrews –’ He tucked a stray curl away from her forehead. ‘I wished it was you, and that I was Ryan.’
Somehow ignoring the presence of his shaft as it dug at her thigh, and with a suggestive curl of her lips, Beth got onto all fours, her hair falling over her shoulders, her pulse thumping in her throat. ‘Like this?’
‘Oh, doll!’ Harrison resumed his self-allotted task, and tapped a fingertip over each and every freckle on her exposed back. ‘I’m not going to tie you like Candida was, and I’m not gonna blindfold you, but I do want you to stay still. Promise?’
‘I’ll try.’ Beth giggled, knowing there wasn’t a
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