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as her lips part, and graceful hands slide down her sides to the hem. Inch by inch Tempest lifts the cotton barrier, naked skin revealing to me a trimmed pussy in its full glory. A woman, not a child.

Her breasts freed hang ripe for the kissing, so I lift one and bring it’s hard pencil-eraser-sized tip and suck, pausing only to moan against the pillowy flesh, “You’re beautiful, Ms. Tuck.”

She threads her fingernails into my hair, gasping, “Thank you, Mr. Arosio,” before moaning and arching breasts for my hungry lips.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Sorry?”

I hold out my hand and repeat the invite. “Dance?”

Tempest’s warm palm slides onto mine, and our fingers hook together as I bring her, naked, up against me. I’m still wearing black joggers from class, but luckily I don’t sweat like I did the first class I took from her. The erection is impossible to hide, but we ignore it for the moment as I hold her close, humming in her ear, slowly dancing with our cheeks pressed together. “You feel like I thought you would.”

She rests her cheek in the nook in my shoulder, “I didn’t dare think of how you would feel.”

We rock and sway and slowly spin to music only we can hear. The pads of my fingertips brush her shoulder blades, naked spine, her sides. I smile at the goosebumps, and travel my curious hands down to cup her ass, clasping tender skin to pull her closer.

Tempest looks at me, and closes her eyes, chin lifted. I kiss her softly, then deeper, showing her how much I want her, bending slightly to pick her up, thighs straddling me, calves wrapping around my ass. Our tongues dance, taste, and devour until my cock is throbbing so bad I can’t wait any longer.

I set her down, tear off my tank top, satisfied by the lust in her eyes as Tempest reaches to touch my chest. She takes a step closer, bends and runs her tongue over my right nipple, biting it, tugging and looking up at me with hunger. Her yellow fingernails scratch my abs, leaving a pink trail behind as she traces my V and slips under my cotton hem, pausing to lock eyes with me before revealing what I can’t wait to show her.

Every man wants his woman to love his cock, and I know mine’s a little different. She stares at it and I smirk, knowing what she is seeing — my cock has a bend, it’s hooked in just the right way that it will hit her g-spot with little effort. Eyelashes rise to look at me, as she wraps one hand around the base, and touches the tip with her other index finger, tracing its mushroom head.

“You’re beautiful, too, Josh.”

I smile, remove her hand, and kick myself free of clothing. Lifting her up, I lay us skin-to-skin on the modest bed to do immodest things. Tempest and I kiss and explore each other until we become feverish. Touching her pussy for the first time, I find it wet, swollen. The breathless moans she gives are what really do it for me. I follow them like a map to where she loves to be touched most, until she covers her mouth to hush her cries of pleasure. Cupping her pussy as she comes on my hand, I watch her breasts heave, her neck become exposed as it arches, her chin reaching high toward the ceiling. Panting as she comes down, Tempest looks shocked, and I don’t need to ask why.

I don’t want to know what happened for her with other men. I never want to know that. Any man who does is a masochist, unless he’s into polygamy. I’m not.

Working hot kisses up her body, I use my knee to open her thighs, positioning my cock’s tip at the edge of her opening. Tempest closes her eyes to receive my kiss, receive me, all of me. I groan in her lips as I’m buried inside of her tight pussy, the inner ridges squeezing my shaft, cock now her slave.

We move, fucking each other slowly, exchanging hungry glances before intensity shuts our eyes for us.

I chew her neck.

She bites my shoulder.

My fingers dig into her skin.

Her nails cut into mine.

I wince at the pleasure laced with pain, tongue reaching for hers to dance with, bending her limber body into every position I choose to put her in, changing them whenever I’m close to cumming so I can stretch this out.

She covers her orgasm by kissing me, gasping into my lips. It’s so sexy I lose myself, but remember at the last second I have to pull out. Tempest grabs my cock and holds it while I’m prisoner to its ravings, kissing my neck as I bite down on my roar, cutting my lip in the process.

Worth.

It.

We take a shower together, to wipe the sweat off, and the past, too. With a sheet of water weighing down her eyelashes, she smiles at me, “Feels strange to be doing this in a place run by nuns.”

I kiss her forehead, my face blanketed by the hot waterfall. Moving down to her ear, I hold our bodies as close as they can get, “Feels more like a blessing to me.”

Tempest laughs, but melts into me, tracing my body under the slippery cascade. “I did see a lot of couples checking in. It’s a place to heal.”

Crooking my index finger, I lift her chin. “It’s a place to fall in love.”

Her breasts lift on a sharp inhale. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Josh.”

I hook her leg around my waist, back pressed against the hot wet till walls as I pin her, hard again. Sliding my cock into her, I watch Tempest’s eyelids flutter in an effort to stay open. “If I didn’t make it clear, let me remedy that.” I kiss her, touch her tongue to mine, and pull back to hold her vulnerable gaze as I confess again, with more clarity, “I fell

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