Chapter 170

“uh ah I want you upright for this rock star.”

Jon obeyed without a word…following her.

Cheyenne splayed Jon’s arms on the wall, spreading his thighs.

She placed a kiss on his shoulder blade..”hhmmmmm…I love you like this..”

Her hands stroked his warm skin, starting at his shoulders. Her palms traced his muscled outline, down to his waist, a finger tracing his fur trail, moving down to his sexy ass, she took her time kneading his tight butt. Her palms tingled as she grazed his hard thighs.

Jon’s head was tilting towards her, soft grunts spilling from his mouth. Cheyenne knelt down, her hands stroking his hips, she moved around and took his swollen shaft into her hand, the other hand squeezing his fleshy sack.

Her thumb stroked his wet tip, her thrusts causing him to buck against her. His biceps bunched as he tried to control his body’s scream for release.

“Oh fuck baby..”

She let him go and he gave an unsatisfied moan.

Cheyenne dipped the brush into the tub….starting at his shoulders she made twirls and circles working her way down.

The brush moving over his skin sent his senses reeling and he could feel goose bumps breaking out all over his skin.

Cheyenne was enjoying her sweet, erotic artwork, his muscles splayed under her touch, his skin a golden shade.

She moved lower onto the hardness of his thighs…. Jon grunted at her teasing ministrations.

The brush moved slowly and sensually over his skin, it reached the inside of his thighs and he sucked in his breath.

The feeling was mingled with sensuality and ticklishness. The brush moved away, and for a few seconds he stood there….silence.

Cheyenne stepped back and took in the sight before her. Blonde muscled god, splayed at her mercy against the wall, tensed and dangerously aroused, deliciously covered in dark sweetness.

His “baby?” jerked her back to reality and she stepped towards him whispering…

‘I’m here” He could hear the dark sexuality in her voice.

His head leaned back and he sucked in his breath. His heart was racing like a wild mustang, his need for her burning through his veins.

He jumped slightly when he felt her soft touch against his back. Her face moved towards his, the heat exploded between them as soon as their lips touched, each trying to appease the raw hunger clutching at their insides.

Her hands slipped from his shoulders up to his hands against the wall. The movement pressed her intimately against him and she felt the chocolate smearing, gluing their bodies together in an erotic closeness.

Cheyenne rubbed her breasts harder into his back, pushing him against the cool wall.

Jon’s breathing was out of control, rushing in short gasps from his mouth.

Her tongue found his earlobe and she sucked lightly, her teeth grazing the wetness on his skin.

Her tongue trailed down onto his shoulders, saltiness and sweetness rolling on her tongue.

Jon’s hiss made her smile…he was losing control.

Her hands raked down his sides, gripping his ass. Her tongue followed the chocolate trail down his deliciously covered hardness.

Her breathing was ragged and her nipples ached. Jon’s shivered as she took her time on his back, licking every inch of his golden skin.