Arranging Love by Nina Pierce

shirt. It was a primal ballet that they had perfected over the years, each move intended to excite and tease while satisfying the incredible need for flesh to heat flesh.
    His cock, hard and ready, slapped against his belly as Meghan slid his jeans to the floor. The silky heat of her hand running the length of his shaft elicited a mutual groan of desire. She stepped away from him, the corner of her mouth and one eyebrow lifting in invitation as she stepped into the heat of the shower.
    Pulled by an invisible force of nature, he followed her and pulled her tight against him, the rush of heat adding to the flush of water trailing over his body. He kissed her, long and tenderly, his tongue flirting with hers. She tasted of mint and something totally her own, and Peter’s head spun with the dizzying need to drink in all of her.
    Without breaking contact, Meghan poured shampoo into her hands and began lathering his hair, her fingers masterfully massaging away the stress of the day. The suds slid over his shoulders and down his back, coating them both in a slippery sheen. His hands followed the contours of her torso, up over her hips to her narrow waist, and settled on her breasts. She moaned as his thumbs teased the pearled peaks. Bending her back, he let the water rinse away the last of the shampoo and expose her beautiful breasts. His mouth traveled over her chin and down the curve of her neck, stopping to scrape his teeth along the sensitive pulse at the base of her neck before laving one steepled nipple.
    Meghan murmured his name, digging her fingers into his hair, arching her back, her body begging him to suckle and tease the sensitive flesh. One arm held her as she melted against his assault. The other hand slid over the quivering muscles of her belly and curled around her pubic bone, the fingers gliding into her slit. Her legs separated for him, and he found the nub of her clit, already firm with desire. Silken moisture poured from her sex even as the heat of the water pounded down on them. All the while, his tongue and teeth flitted over her nipples, her moans of pleasure driving him into a frenzied pitch of need.
    Turning her, he canted his hip and his cock slid between her legs. He held the fleshy mound of her tits in his hands, alternately massaging and pinching her tender nipples. Meghan leaned forward, bracing her hands on the wall of the shower. Her pussy pulsed as she arched her back, inviting him to fill her.
    With one hand, Peter slid the head of his cock through the creamy wetness of her slit, the other reached around to flirt with her swollen nub.
    “Please, Peter, don’t tease. You, I want you.” The husky heat of her voice washed over him, and he couldn’t deny either of them the satisfaction of joining their bodies.
    He pressed into her, slowly filling her body, reveling in the silken warmth of her surrounding his cock. The need for release pulsed through him, and he pumped his hips in time with the rhythm. Meghan quivered in his hands, her muscles taut. They were both close, their bodies having climbed the torturous mountain of desire, and now they both circled the precipice of elation.
    Peter continued the leisurely assault on her body, even as Meghan begged for him to increase the tempo. He wanted to draw out their bliss until their bodies teetered on the edge of release.
    Meghan’s internal muscles clenched, pulling him impossibly deeper. Her body tensed, then trembled as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cries of pleasure rose with the steam, filling the bathroom.
    Ecstasy filled him, and Peter tumbled with her into the sublime rapture of release. His seed pumped from his body, and a feral cry of satisfaction ripped from his throat. His heart pounded in his chest and swelled with love.
    He held Meghan until her body no longer quivered, whispering sweet words of endearment, wondering how he ever could have questioned their relationship. Why he had wanted something more was beyond him. Meghan’s