Chapter 55

• Maeson was drawn to her, he knew he shouldn’t get closer, but he did. Before he knew it he was standing at the side of the shower. He could smell Kimber and the scent reminiscent of chlorine, and her. He wanted to explode all over her, to primal mark her with his cum as if it contained some scent of him that would claim her further as his. His answer to her posturing, to her lifting her breasts for him to display herself with an audible groan that said everything that had to do with desire. Difference was he was no Mr. Grey that had indecision on what he wanted. He wanted Kimber, as his, but he wasn’t going to coerce her, or take her as some Neanderthal would.
• “I’m going to cum,” he groaned out as he stepped to the side of the shower. He wanted to explode, and he was going to do so feasting on Kimber’s sublime form, that perfect little body.
• He was getting closer, watching her, stroking, and she could see his gaze lingering on her body as she posed for him. She did not try to fully understand his need, his desire, she just knew that she was the source of his arousal. When he stepped to the side of the tub, [tub?] announcing his imminent eruption, she moved towards him. Seeing his eyes still on her breasts, she had an inspiration, based on one of the stories she had read online recently ... about how men sometimes liked to shoot off on someone ... instead of their hand ... or the floor.