The warm water crashed down on us until she reluctantly unhooked her limbs and tried to stand on her own. We both avoided the other’s gaze, but neither of us were willing to let go. She turned slightly and reached for the shower gel.
Then she caught my hand and turned it over and squirted some of the blue liquid onto my palm. The message was clear. She didn't want me going anywhere just yet. She was not done. Neither was I.
Rubbing both of my hands together till soft soap suds grew between them, I pulled her slightly away from the cascade once again and covered her beautiful breasts.
She gasped softly.Chapter 36Skyehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBMXephwd6w
-When You Came Into My Life-First he ate me out in the shower, then he carried me back to bed, dried my hair, and afterwards he worshipped my body. He kissed, sucked, and licked every inch of me. He even sucked my toes. One by one, as if they were the most delicious things in the world. Then he turned me over and even parted my ass cheeks and licked me there while he played with my clit. I was shocked, but at the same time my whole body began to feel as if it was vibrating with some kind of electricity.
When I climaxed, it was so intense, it actually felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven.
Afterwards, when I came back to earth, he turned me around and made love to me. His cock moved deeply into me. I knew small cracks were gradually forming in my heart. Not out of hurt, but out of… longing. I wanted him now, more than ever, and much more than I could have believed would ever be possible.
With a shuddering breath, I clenched my eyelids tightly shut as he sank further into me. When he came inside me I pulled him even closer and I held my grief at bay at what couldn’t be. I fell asleep with him still inside me.
The next time I came awake he was gone. I sat up and looked around the empty room. Last night seemed like some dream I’d made up. But when I turned around to look at the rumpled pillow next to me I knew it was not. I threw my face into the pillow and breathed him in.
Oh, Luca, Luca, Luca. What will I do when you throw me away?
After a while, I got out of bed and began to dress. The dark soil and the little seeds that held the promise of blooms would heal me. I went to the kitchen. I thought it would be too early for Madam to be there, but she was at her usual chair drinking from her cup. The two boxes of treats were also already prepared.
“Thank you, Madam. You are very kind,” I said walking towards the boxes.
“Not at all. It is nothing.”
“No, it’s something. John really appreciates it. I see how much he enjoys the cakes and cookies when he stops for his breaks. You always know exactly what he likes. He eats one box for his coffee break and saves the other for his tea break.”
“Yeah. You’ve really made his day.”
“No, it is not I who did that. It is you. It was your idea. I only wrapped the sweets.” Then she allowed a smile to touch her thin lips. It was only small, but it was the first smile I’d seen on her face, and it made her quite pretty.
I beamed back at her. “Have a nice day, Madam.”
She nodded. “You too.” Then she went back to studying her notebook.
It was still dark when I left the house and began to walk towards the greenhouse. When I got closer I could see the lights were already on. John must already be there. As I walked through the entrance he came out from behind some plants and stood peering at me anxiously.
“Good morning,” I greeted brightly.
“How are you feeling today?” he asked.
“Great. I’m ready to do a full day’s work.”
“Hmmm,” he said doubtfully.
“Really, I am,” I said with a grin.
“Well, I went into town yesterday afternoon and got you some flower seeds.” His voice was gruff.
My eyes went wide. “You did?”
“I see that you’ve prepared the soil in the pots, and the moon is waxing, so it would be a good day to plant today.”
“Why does the moon waxing matter?” I asked curiously, as I walked towards him.
We walked together towards my section of the greenhouse. “Don’t ask me why but the moon affects the way plants grow. Always plant when the moon is growing and prune back when the moon is waning.”
“I see. I never knew that. Maybe that was why all the plants I ever tried to grow died on me. Every single one,” I admitted gloomily.
“That’s strange. The moon can make your plants healthier or make the harvest more bountiful, but it doesn’t kill the plants. Maybe your soil was wrong.”