She gripped his head and then gently moved her hands to his shoulders, reacting to the attention he paid her. He kissed between her breasts and then turned her around, pressing her palms on the vanity. He trailed his lips down her spine as he pushed down her pants.
They both looked up and gazed into the mirror at themselves. She watched as he took off his shirt.
Staring at her in the mirror, he could see the front and back of her at the same time. Besides the erotic effect of seeing her completely naked, David noted that they looked really good together—like they belonged together.
Once he kicked off his pants, he lifted her into the shower and stepped in himself. They both dunked their heads under the running water. He slicked his back and out of his face. Her eyes grew wide.
“You’re so gorgeous. All you need is a tux,” she said.
He arched a brow. “You want me to put on clothes?”
“Not right now,” she replied breathily, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and raking her fingernails down the length of his back.
He ground his hips into her. David was hard for her, nudging her belly with his huge cock. He took a second and reached outside the shower for his jeans, taking out a condom.
He turned away from the falling water to slip on the latex, then eased back into the moment, washing her quickly, turning her around so that she was braced against the shower tiles.
“Hold on,” he whispered and slipped inside of her.
He drew her back against him with his forearm. Her beautiful ass pressed hard against his hips, flexing firmly with each thrust.
He wondered at the graceful contours of her body. Large breasts. Narrow waist. Her hips spread proportionately leading to that perfect ass. She had the classic hourglass shape.
He gripped her hips and thrust into her. The heat of the water warmed her body and she was like pumping into a tight, hot furnace. The way she turned him on, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last.
She reached for the shower head which was attached to a hose. She aimed it between their legs and sprayed them both. It was a wanton, lascivious move that escalated his arousal fiercely.
He was tempted to take it in hand and finish her with it—give her a taste of her own naughty medicine. Instead, he took her hand in his and guided it to where it was most needed. He wanted them to be equally paced so that they could find their pleasure together.
She took his cue and touched herself. He felt the pressure, moved with her, and as she pleasured herself, she pleasured him. He started praying out loud.
“Ah baby,” he said mindlessly, feeling the sensation build. “This is going to be quick.”
She dropped her head. He controlled her hips, grinding them against him as he pumped into her. They were working it, moving like a furious machine, silently, intently until they both exploded.
They finished the shower quickly as the water started to turn cold. They got out just before it turned to ice.
Cara pulled out two big towels from beneath the sink and they wrapped themselves.
“I’m
starved,” he confessed after they dressed.
“Do you like Japanese food?” she asked eagerly.
“I do.”
A few minutes later, they were outside in the warmth of the early evening air. They placed her bag in the back of the Mercedes and because it was such a pleasant evening in San Jose, they walked hand in hand to one of the nearby Japanese restaurants. For the first time in a long time, David was happy.
Chapter Nine
Cara
After dinner, they drove along the coast to Carmel to a spectacular place called the Cypress Inn. David asked for the suite with a baby grand in it. They dropped off their bags and took a walk. They weren’t going to buy anything, but they wanted to hit the shops before they closed.
Cara had to get used to the fact that people stopped David and either asked for his autograph or asked for a selfie.
No one in Japantown had bothered him but that was probably because no one there was south of seventy. They got stopped quite a bit in Carmel. A pair of women smiled at him, then flirted shamelessly right in front of her.