Sophia let the hot water of the shower pound her body, easing aches in her unused muscles and nerves. She felt a fulfillment totally foreign to her, a satisfaction she'd never felt before with any other man. Fire flashed over her as she remembered the hours with Clint last night. Her pussy throbbed with the memory of his wonderful long, thick cock filling it. She could still feel the imprint of his calloused hands on her breasts, his mouth on her everywhere.
He must have bewitched her in some way she thought, because this was so very, very unlike her. All her life she'd been so careful in her relationships. Never rushing into anything. Taking her time. Getting to know the other person before accepting intimacy. Of course, look where that had gotten her. Still alone at thirty-five without a prospect in sight.