She stroked him faster, using both hands now, squeezing and twisting around his thick length as if she was trying to memorize every vein, every pulse.
Sol groaned deeply. The sound vibrated through his chest and into her body.
Finally, his restraint shattered.
In one powerful motion, he rose from the tub. Water poured off his sculpted, battle-hardened body as he stepped out. Before Zeyra could react, he scooped her up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms circling his neck.
His rock-hard cock pressed between them, trapped against her soaked undergarment.
Their faces were inches apart.
For a heartbeat, they simply stared at each other… eyes burning, breaths mingling.
Then Sol carried her across the room and sat down heavily on the edge of the large bed, keeping her straddling his lap.
