Please, come" she then shifted to begin walking, still allowing his hand to pinch her rear as they walked into town. Soon they passed many in awe, man... men with mouth agape as the farmboy strode through the streets as a king. The two eventually found themselves in a bathhouse, a luxury he never had the opportunity to see. Much less the chance to be led by such a striking woman.They continued on towards a door, the house suspiciously quiet. The woman placed her hand on the entrance, graciously. She really did not care what he did with his hair. She onlywanted to see him do it and let him know he was being watched. She wasamazed how quick and precise he was. He did not use too much heat whenmaking the curl and let the hair cool properly. His timing was exact.Fifteen seconds per curl in a little over five minutes he was done withthe curling. He puttered around for about fifteen minutes then he combedout and shaped the curls. Perhaps it was because of Ellen or perhaps itwas fear of. His hand deftly slipped into her hair, grabbing the back of her head and pulled her firmly to him as his tongue slid into her mouth. Sarah was caught by surprise for a moment, his tongue reaching deep into her mouth. Eagerly she responded, sucking his tongue hard, drawing him closer. Reaching his hand across, his fingers headed towards her firm legs. His fingertips finding the inside of her knee, he unhurriedly grazed his fingers over her smooth skin. His kiss was sending waves of desire. I squeeze my eyes shut as he pounds into me. Finally at the last second I feel him still around me. "Christian, talk to me, you okay?" I ask as I clasp his face in my hands. He gives me a face-splitting grin and comes undone on top of me. My head falls back, pressed hard against the pillows. He pants and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and set my forehead against his. "I have no words to explain how amazing that was. You are so intoxicating...like a damn drug." I murmur.