With everything that she's been through these few days, she was willing to let herself get drowned in his sweet torture, to live this night as if it's her last with him, and to savor all the sweet sensation and butterflies in her belly.
Tears roll down her cheek, combinations of bitter and sweet. Thanks to the falling water, he didn't notice and kept on kissing her like never before.
There was just something different about his kiss, for some reason, it felt good and passionate unlike the demanding and lust kissed she's used to.
His hands travel up her thigh to her ass, copping it, pulling her even closer covering the gap between them.
He let go of her lips and found her soft breast with hardened nipples. His warm tongue on it sends her to the beyond. It had always been magical with him but this night, it was more…everything he was doing to her only intensified the pleasure by ten, something she'd never thought of.
He sucks and plays tags on it with his tongue, as moans escape her lips, unable to hold it anymore.
"Mmm…that's it, moan for me…more" he groans as he says in-between her skin, sending electricity throughout her being. As if responding to him, she moans again, louder than the first. He was satisfied with her response, liking the fact he wasn't resisting.
Going down on his knees, he raises her legs, sticking his face in between her thighs as he pushes out his tongue to meet her treasure. She flinched at the feel of his tongue on her, not like he'd never done it before but the feeling was unbearably great.
She could feel it, her body shivering to his every touch and movement, her heart dancing in excitement and her stomach floating in the ocean of pour bliss.
How can he be this excellent in making her feel and yearn more for his touch, his sweet torture?
But if it's to drown in the ocean he has created in her, then, she will gladly happily dive in without a second thought.
Down he keeps on doing his magic, sending her to the world of excitement and back. His tongues move in and out of her, as he greedily bites on her pussy lips, then her clit demanding a release from her.
Her legs could no longer hold on to her body, they were paralyzed, temporarily though.
The wet floor only contributes to it as she slides, falling on his face.
Thanks to his strength and balance, he caught her still, letting her pussy grind in his face as he swallowed her heavy liquid falling into his mouth like a pole of water.
Her scent was all over his nostrils but he didn't mind, he loved it always. The sweet smell of caramel combined with the sweet vanilla taste was a perfect combination for any cousin.
He died letting a drop of her juice fall to the floor, as he sucked on her pussy, taking in everything.
He licks dry her pussy lips, staring at her lost in the ocean of complete pleasure his tongue is giving her.
Seeing her lost face intensifies his desire to take her, to bury himself deep in her.
He pulls away and captures her lips. She could taste herself in his mouth but she didn't mind…all that matters is him kissing her.
She was already getting lost in his kiss and taste and only then, he pulled away leaving her craving for more.
He stares into her amber-blue eyes as if trying to read through her emotions. She wanted to put him back, devouring his delicious lips but she couldn't. She just couldn't spoil the moment, and make him leave for she knew she'd be the one craving him, dying slowly with every passing second.
She bites on her lips at the thought, lowering her gaze to the floor not wanting to look any further 'cause with every passing seconds, the desire to do her thoughts is kicking in even more and she doesn't trust herself.
"Come closer little one," He said in a husky yet seductive voice. Before her mind could process what he said, she was now standing before him. Her body reacted to him in a swift, not like she was complaining.
"Undress me," he said in a commanding voice. He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with a pair of black trousers. It was dripping wet.
His light brown hair was now thick brown in color, as water dripped down his hard jaws to his hairless chin.
Compared to the first time he asked her to undress him, she was no longer scared. She stood before him, undoing his buttons one after the other till the last, exposing his hairy chest to her view.
Taking off the shirt, he was left with only his pants on. She gulps at the sight of his toned abs, with water dripping down following its curves.
Unconsciously, she licks on her lips lost in the sight of his god-like figure.
His little monster bobs up and down in his pants as if responding to her.
"Take it off," He tells him. Her gaze travels down to his pants, staring at the hilling areas knowing he is super hard there.
She goes down to her knees and grabs his belt. Her long slender fingers worked on it, and the sound of someone unbuckling the belt could be heard in the room.
After a while, she was down as it fell to the floor. Her focus was on his pants, the desire to undress him was way too much to ignore.
In a swift movement, his pants were set free as she pulled it off which he willingly complied, leaving him with a pair of blue boxers on.