All Chapters of Dripping Wet (short story compilation): Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

“Your wish is my command.” Martin turned her around, her back slamming against his hard chest. One of his hands groped her chest, his thumb teasing her erect nipple, while his other hand caressed the bulge of her fine ass, his rock-hard prick poking her bottom. He traced his tongue on her neck, and she tilted her head backwards, granting him more access.With their bodies flush against each other, it was impossible to ignore how his closeness affected her. His skin was as hot as hers, a clear indication that she had as much effect on him as he had on her. Knowing this little detail put a triumphant smile on her face, and her stomach did backflips as his erection twitched behind her at her throaty moans. Her inner walls clenched, her juices trickling down her thigh. She couldn’t wait any longer.“Please,” she moaned as his fingers found their way to her folds, slowly circling her nerves while his other hand teased her nipples. A jolt of ele

A grin formed on his face as he watched perfection in her. He stepped forward, closer and closer, as his glistening shaft swung from left to right. He examined her body like it was a fine work of art: a perky bust a little more than a handful, and ass so soft that it could beat any desert he'd ever had. Seeing her without clothes was enough to bring the beast back out of hiding.He reached for her, his fingers curling gently around her waist as he pulled her in, their bodies fitting together like they'd been made for this. Warm water rained over them, soft and steady. She stood with her eyes closed for a moment, letting the heat sink into her shoulders, feeling his presence behind her, calm and close.Her hands stroked his chest, pausing over his heart and taking a moment to feel the powerful thudding before gliding lower. He was warm, solid, alive beneath her touch.“You took your time,” he murmured against her ear, lips brushing her skin.Sh

“Babe, you won’t believe it!” I close the door behind me, kick my shoes off, and rush towards him without bothering to put on my fluffy slippers, holding two vouchers in my hands. I expect to run into a warm hug, and perhaps be received with at least half the enthusiasm I have, but the packed duffle bag beside him has me skidding to a halt. “Where are you going?”“I’m taking a break, Jess,” he says, dropping the TV remote on the chair and standing to face me.“Break?” My brows knit. “Break from what?”“Break from us.” He averts his gaze and runs his fingers through his hair as if I’m putting him in a difficult position. “I think…I don’t know, I guess we both need new experiences so we can spice up our relationship.”“What is that supposed to mean?”“We’ve been together since high school, Jess.” He messes with his hair even more, and normally I would find that adorable, but right now I want to take a pair of scissors and chop it off so he can talk t