Lies Lovers Tell by Zuri Day Read Free Book Online

Sean walked into their suite on Catalina Island. It had been the best Fourth of July Maya had ever experienced, and the reason could be summed up in one word: Sean.
    “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” Sean said as he walked up to Maya, placed his large hands squarely on her round booty, and squeezed her lusciousness up against his hard, long shaft.
    “Um,” Maya sighed, as she gently ground her pelvis against Sean’s muscled manliness.
    “You’re a dangerous woman, Macy Williams.”
    “Me? You’re the one with the weapon.”
    Sean picked her up and walked purposely toward the bedroom. “Let’s take a shower,” he whispered.
    Sean and Maya undressed each other quickly and stepped into the oversized stall. Soon they were rubbing silky, soapy bodies against each other; their mouths hot and wet, tongues thrusting, heads turning, trying to find a position that would give them more of each other. They couldn’t seem to get enough.
    Sean poured soap onto a sponge and lathered Maya’s body all over. He paid particular attention to her breasts, booty, and the apex at her thighs while not neglecting her arms, legs, and face. In turn, Maya soaped Sean all over, turning him around to admire one of his best features: a strong, round backside with a deep dimple just above each cheek and a perfectly positioned black mole at the top of his ass’s crevice. She ran the sponge up the length of his hard, muscled thighs, over his butt, around to his rigid manhood, across a six-pack stomach, and between his powerful shoulder blades. There were no two ways about it: Sean Wynn was the finest man on this side of forever.
    Sean turned, picked up Maya, and positioned her up against the smooth shower stall glass. Maya wrapped her legs around Sean’s midsection, her nana throbbing with anticipation. Sean held her up with one arm, and with the other, gently fingered her nub. He slid a soapy finger between the folds of her feminine flower before thrusting two fingers inside her.
    “Ooh,” Maya moaned, even as she rocked back and forth, her body craving more, craving Sean. “I want, I want…”
    Sean knew what she wanted. His fingers worked like magic, playing her g-spot like a guitar. Before Maya knew it she was climaxing and at the height of her orgasm. Sean fastened her against the glass and plunged his eight-inch shaft deep into her warm cocoon. He stroked her steadily, masterfully, as if he’d been custom-made to bring her ultimate fantasy to life. His tongue thrusts matched his hip movements, slow, circular gyrations lavishing love on Maya’s mouth, even as his juicy Johnson lavished the inner walls beyond her lower lips. He turned their bodies slightly, until the water was shooting over them, between them, hot, wet, steamy…just like their lovemaking.
     
     
    Maya stirred lazily, mindlessly swatting whatever was lightly touching her face. She shook her head and swatted again, unwilling to open her eyes and leave the wonderful world of sleep she’d entered after a torrid night of endless sex. But the pesky creature wouldn’t leave her alone; there it was again, on her eyelids, her nose…Maya slapped hard.
    “Ouch!” Sean yelped in mock pain. “You hurt me.”
    “Bugs get squashed, don’t you know that?” Maya replied, yawning as she rolled into Sean’s arms. “Good morning.”
    “Um…it is a good one,” Sean replied. “And a late one too. Get up and brush your teeth. I’ve ordered breakfast.”
    “Oh my goodness, what time is it?” Maya asked, straining to see the clock on the nightstand next to Sean. For a couple of seconds she panicked, forgetting it was a holiday, her mind racing through a list of to-dos for Brennan & Associates.
    “Time for my chocolate nymph to prepare for the feast I’ve planned.” Sean tussled Maya’s short curls. “C’mon now…we’ve only got a few more hours before we get off Gilligan’s Island and head back to the real world.”
    “Ugh, don’t remind me.” Maya