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Finding her sly response amusing, he nodded his head. "Heard'ju, Brit," he said with a level of cockiness only he could make look good.

He bit down on his bottom lip while he was eye level with her breasts. He then proceeded to sit delicate kisses along her bare chest, taking his time admiring her body. A faint moan aired out of her as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. Slowly, he swirled his tongue around her nipple before shifting to the other breast. His lips continued to descend lower and lower on her body. He took his time to admire the addition of her new bellybutton piercing, causing his dick to jump as he dispensed his kisses.

He maintained a firm and secure grip on her as he lifted her higher so her legs were resting on his broad shoulders. A gasp fled out of Britain as he positioned her wet core right on his lips and his warm tongue parted the plump lips of her pussy. He submerged his tongue into her wet pink flesh, basking in the taste of her sweetness.

He skillfully worked his tongue, reaching every nook and cranny. He took his time, gradually progressing the pace of his tongue as he devoured her. The hot water that streamed from the shower head coated their bodies, ultimately alleviating any and every sign of tension and stress they carried within the week. This allowed Britain's body to feel open and at ease, which intensified the pleasure he was delivering with his skillful tongue. In ecstasy, her mouth hung agape while moans sounded out of her as Priest sucked on her clit.

"Right there, Priest," she encouraged him before her teeth sank into her plump bottom lip. She could feel every directionhis tongue moved in. He French kissed her pussy with passion, every so often circling her clit with his tongue and bringing her to the brink of her release before pulling back and teasing her. As she rocked her hips to maximize her pleasure, she coated his face with her wetness.

He plunged two fingers deep into the canal of her pussy. Her breathing lodged in her throat as her neatly painted white toes curled in bliss. "Priest!" she quivered out as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. His tongue remained fused onto her clit as he flicked his tongue rapidly against it, all the while working his fingers in her wetness.

He remained latched onto her clit, sucking on it slowly and causing it to throb in pleasure. She could no longer contain herself. She could feel the pressure build in the pit of her stomach as her moans spilled out of her louder. Her sweet, sticky cum pooled out of her pussy, lathering his fingers as her legs shook.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers out of her, an accomplished chuckle streaming out of him. To taunt her, he licked his fingers clean of her cum before an egotistical smirk canvassed his face. He stood her back on her feet, her body limp and weightless as she rested her head on his chest to regain her strength and breathing. She could feel his hand creep between her thighs and his fingers feather over the slit of her still sensitive pussy. Quickly, she grabbed his wrist, swatting him away with her eyes narrowed at him.

It didn't take long for her to regain her strength. He could see the same devilish look he had in his eye take over her usually soft brown orbs. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as Britain lowered herself to her knees. Taking his erect dick into her hand, she marveled at its girth, stroking him slowly. Lowering her head, she teasingly circled her tongue around his bulging tip. Her spitcascaded down his shaft, accumulating in her hands. She took as much length as she could to the back of her throat.

He tried his hardest to contain himself, but she was making it damn near impossible. The warm flesh of her jaws latched around his dick as she bobbed her head up and down. His breathing grew choppy as his ears were delighted with the sounds of her light gags as she worked her mouthpiece on him.

The head Britain was giving Priest grew wet and untamed. Her spit streamed down her chin as she pulled Priest in and out of her mouth. The spit that pooled from her mouth seeped into the crevices of her hands, lathering her palms as she rotated them in opposite directions of each other.

"Fuck, Gioia," a heavy grunt sounded from him as he tangled his hands in her hair, gripping her tresses.

She pulled his dick out her mouth, diverting her attention to his balls. He cursed as he felt a rush of pleasure overcome his body once she swept her tongue against his balls, teasing him. With spit running down her chin and tears brimming her eyes, she gazed up at him, allowing him to bust his thick nut right onto her face. His chest rose and fell heavily as he panted from the climax he had just endured. A content grin etched her face as she rose from her knees and stood underneath the shower head to rinse her face of his cum.

He pushed up behind her, gripping her waist so he could position her how he wanted her. With her bent over and her hands planted against the shower wall, Priest positioned and aligned himself perfectly with her core. He stroked his dick, quickly bringing himself back to life. Priest teased her with the tip of his dick, swiping it along the slits of her pussy. A whimper aired out of Britain as her stomach tightened in deep anticipation of the thought of him being deep inside her walls. With care and patience, he slid his full length into her.

A groan full of satisfaction echoed out of Priest as he sank into the wetness of her pussy. His hooded eyes shut briefly as he clenched his jaws to keep his stamina intact. Britain had the best pussy he had ever experienced, and he would argue that with anybody. He was well aware that what made Britain so intoxicating to him was more than just her pussy being good, but also the fact that he was mentally, emotionally and spiritually aligned with her. Not only were they physically pleasing each other, but they ignited sparks within all aspects of each other’s being.

Priest took another brief moment, simply basking in her tightness. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he fixed himself into a trance-like focus. It was like everything made sense. Time was of the essence, and neither could hear or feel the outside noise of their lives or the world at that very moment. Britain could feel every inch of his length and width as he plowed into her from behind. Humidity rose within the enclosing of the shower as their bodies shed a thin layer of sweat that coated their skin, mixing with the water that showered down on them.

"I love you so much," she professed.

Relinquishing his bottom lip from his teeth, Priest responded. "I love you too, Gioia," he grunted. He sent a smack to her ass, which rang throughout the bathroom and inflicted Britain with a stinging sensation. A wince hissed out of her but was quickly integrated into a moan as he continued to rock himself into her from behind. His evenly cut nails sank into the smooth skin of her waist as he gripped her firmly. She reached behind her, pressing her hand against his stomach in hopes of getting him to ease up on her.

He found her efforts comical, causing a dry chuckle to seep from him as he pushed her hand away. "Take this shit, Britain," he ordered her in his deep baritone as he drilled her with back shots.

He grabbed a handful of Britain's long tresses, pulling her hair as he rocked into her. A loud yelp of ecstasy shrilled out of Britain as her wet walls clenched around the girth of his dick. He felt his stomach tighten as the pressure in his body grew unbearable.

"Fuck," he cursed through clenched teeth. "I'm about to cum, Brit." As soon as his warning fled his lips, he felt himself expand inside of her. A heavy grunt bellowed out of him as he shot his warm, thick cum into her. She followed immediately after, her cum lathering his dick before he extracted his nine inches out of her.

They both felt light and refreshed for the day. Britain stood up straight, her breathing just as choppy as his. As she turned around to face him, they eyed each other with looks of satisfaction prancing across their faces. "I'm pretty sure I'm late now," she said, shaking her head and shaming herself for allowing him to deter her.

He chuckled as a careless shrug rolled from her shoulders. "We both needed that."

Britain couldn't help but agree. Indeed, sex couldn't fix everything, but it was a pretty great Band-Aid to put over all the shit they had going on. It was the perfect morning pick-me-up they both needed.Britain washed up as quickly as she could, getting out of the shower before him. She scrambled to get ready. A frustrated groan fled out of her as she spent additional time drying her hair from the shower since he had a kink for hair pulling. Once her hair was partly dry and she was dressed, she did a quick makeup routine and was ready to head out. As she was grabbing her bag to leave, Priest, who was stepping out of the shower, intervened.

"Yo, where you headed?" he finally asked about her destination as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

Britain was actually heading to the bank to make a withdrawal of the forty thousand dollars she was lending Jazzy, but she couldn't tell him that. She honestly planned on slipping out before he got out the shower, but her timing was horrible. A light smile panned across her face as she made her way over to him. "Just shopping, P. I'll be back," she lied to him.

"Word?" Priest raised his brows. "Y'know we can have Catarina pick up anything you need," he reminded her in hopes that she would actually make use of the estate staff he had on payroll.

Britain waved him off. "It's fine. I want to get out anyway. Jazzy's coming with me, so I'll be okay."

He peered down at her briefly, a little unconvinced. Usually, Britain would be filled with so much anxiety about leaving the home alone to run errands. Most of the time, she would drag him along with her to be her translator, driver, ATM and tour guide. He opted out of overthinking it and brushed it off. "Bet," he nodded. "You need anything?"

Her smile widened a bit at his question. "I'll take whatever you're offering." She smiled cheekily as she held her hand out to him.