Chapter 92. Washed Up

MICHELLE

“Let’s get washed up first…” Devon dragged me towards the shower stall, and as he moved forward, one arm looped around my waist, bringing me closer as his chest rubbed against my breasts, his hard member touched against my core.

I moaned at the contact but then he poured some shampoo on my head, and started massaging my scalp, before he turned on the shower knob, sending suds down my face and over my nose and mouth.

“Devon!” I grumbled, pouting. I reached one hand up to wipe at my face as he laughed, tilting my head back further, his long fingers working through my hair to rinse the shampoo. Once I was no longer worried about drowning or getting soap in my eyes, I relaxed into him with another soft, and contented sound.

Devon chuckled and then pulled me in, the spray hitting my shoulders and running down my back. And then his mouth found mine, his tongue as warm as the air around us. It was gradual, but insistent with mine as he groaned with quiet ye