Brock reached behind my back to firmly grasp a handful of my hair. He used it as a sort of handle; pivoting my face in the angle he needed, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He traced my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, requesting entrance. I parted my lips and allowed him to slip his soft tongue into my mouth, as I slipped mine into his. I have never really gotten over how tantalizingly delicious he is. Savoring every second of this enchanting kiss, I took the opportunity to delve a little deeper into the depths of his hot, sweet mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue along the sharp edge of his teeth, and felt my nose crinkle up. (Our inside joke about me having to sneeze comes from the fact that whenever I get wildly horny, my nose crinkles up and I feel like I'm going to sneeze.) He gently bit my lip, drawing me from my thoughts. Brock's tall, attractive frame easily overshadowed my petite one as we cuddled on the couch. His free hand was gliding from my thigh to my waist. Abruptly, the kiss broke and I gasped in pleasant surprise as he playfully shoved me down so that I was laying on my back. He got a wicked smirk on his face, and before I could even help him, he had removed my shirt and tossed it to the floor. He leaned over me and kissed my lips, then my jawline, and ever so delicately placed warm, wet kisses on my neck. He then blew a gentle breath of air over the places he kissed, creating goosebumps all over my body. When he got to my collar bone, he seductively nipped at it, earning a sultry gasp from me. While he was busy kissing my neck and chest, his hands reached beneath me to unfasten the clasp of my bra. I rose up onto my elbows to make it easier for him. He lifted his face up and captured my lips with his, being more forceful with this kiss. I absolutely LOVE the feeling of being dominated, taken control of. He was pushing all the right buttons. :) With my bra out of the way, he cupped one breast in his strong hand, lightly brushing his thumb over my nipple, causing me to moan into his mouth. A crazed, animalistic groan came from his throat, and he broke the kiss with a moan. He gripped both my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head, forcing me to lie down again. He looked me straight in the eyes, and in between ragged breaths, he whispered, "You're mine, Angel." My body pulsed with need. I bit my lip and squirmed impatiently beneath him, wanting more. Keeping my arms above my head with one hand, he used his other hand to unbutton my jeans. I kicked them off as soon as he had them down to my knees, but kept my silky black thong on. He let go of my wrists and my hands instantly tangled themselves in his soft hair, and pulled his face down to mine. I gave him a deep, passionate kiss before moving down to his neck, attacking it with frenzied kisses and gentle love bites. "Sh-shit..." he breathed out. My hands danced across his chest and shoulders. I flipped us over so that he was lying down and I straddled his hips. I could feel how bad Brock wanted me, his raging hard-on pressing against the fabric of his jeans. (Note: I wasn't quite ready to go all the way with him, but damn it if I wasn't going to give him a good time!) I teasingly wiggled my ass on top of his cock, and he involuntarily gasped and bucked his hips upward. It was my turn to strip him down. I had him sit up so that I was still straddling his lap. Reaching my hands over his shoulders, I clawed at the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head. I couldn't help but run my hands over Brock's perfectly sculpted torso, awestruck by how incredibly sexy he is. I pushed him down and began kissing him again, this time reaching down with one hand to stroke him over his jeans. He made that same growl-like moan (which I would later discover meant that he was trying not to lose control) and I smiled against his lips, knowing that I was the only one that could make him feel this way. He breathily whispered, "Please..." and I decided to kick things up a notch. "Shower?" I whispered back, and he wordlessly stood up and carried me to the master bathroom, the one with the walk-shower. When we walked into the bathroom, he gently put me back on my feet and walked over to the shower to turn the water on. His muscled back flexed as he leaned into the shower. I slipped out of my panties and silently sauntered over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my cheek against his back. He put his hands over mine and murmured, "Hey, babe." I dropped my hands a bit lower to unbuckle his belt and get his pants off. My right hand brushed against his cock, and he hissed in pleasure. With no clothes between us, we stepped into the hot shower. There was a moment of sweet bliss as Brock held me close and we let the hot water cascade over us. As I mentioned before, it was a walk-in shower, meaning that instead of a bathtub for a floor, it was a 7' by 4' tiled area with multiple shower-heads along the length of the wall. There was also a stone bench against the wall beneath one of the shower-heads, and I took Brock's hand and led him to it. He sat down on the bench and I dropped to my knees. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to slowly stroke up and down. His eyes closed and with a moan he rested the back of his head against the wall. My strokes gradually got faster, and every few seconds I would slow down, keeping him from coming too soon. He briefly opened his eyes to look at me, and a devilish gleam flashed in my eyes. Without warning, I took his entire length in my mouth, and he cried out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. I proceeded to alternate using my hands and my mouth, until he started to tense up. "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna c... Oh fuck! Don't stop! OH my god! SHANNON! Fuck, oh my god!" He came on my chest and slumped back against the wall, panting with his eyes closed, shivering with little aftershocks. I quietly stood up and rinsed my chest off while he was recovering.
