(Not PG cause you don't want to read it with your parents next to you, right?)

My dear innocent and dirty waffles, it seems that the two can't stop, I advise you to take caution. Just scroll it down and stop after the roses if you don't want to taint your innocence. But then who doesn't want smut? *Wink*

My senses had become numb,

my body still shivering from that unparalleled bliss,

while my mind was frozen as I entered

a trance-like state of supreme tranquility.

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"How do you feel?" I asked as I lathered her back with soap, feeling the silkiness of her skin underneath my palm. My hand running up and down her back, from her shoulders down to her lower back, then sliding to her side, loving the feeling of her curves.

Just then it dawned on me that she's in pain after that fall.

"How about your lower back, babe?" I asked with a start, my hand sliding down onto her lower back, gently massaging it.

Clara Bell's hands stopped halfway of running it across her face as she tried to wipe off the water that ran along her face.

"I don't know what happened but I don't feel the pain anymore," turning her head to look at me. "Weird..." she mumbled, turning her head back.

"I'm still gonna call a doctor to examine you before we leave tomorrow," I said over the noise of the running water.

"Okay," was all she said and my palm stroked her lower back, gliding it upwards. I felt her visibly shuddered under my palm and I smiled.

I leaned closer to her, lips nipping her neck, running my tongue across the curve of her neck, ignoring the splattering of water on my face and her neck.

"Are you sore?" I whispered against her neck.

My friend as hard as a rock and had been pointing at the direction of her plump butt.

Not now, dear friend.

Gotta wait for a day at least until she feels better.

This were the times I wish that little head has a little brain in there and knows when to stop when it needed to.

But then, who am I kidding?

He's insistent.

I have been like a horny teenager every time our skin contacted, and now that I have had a taste of her, it's going to be a struggle every day to fight for it.

"A little," she murmured, almost inaudible. She was almost leaning against me, her back was facing me.

The running water was like a rain from above our head. Glad that her shower head was design like a rainfall. Even the sound of the water running was almost sounded like a rain.

It's relaxing plus the warm water, it is a bliss.

And I know it will also help relieved some of her discomfort from our previous intimacy.

It's the best one I've ever had and knowing I was the first man in her life, it made it more even special, more intimate and will be forever inked in my heart and mind.

And with her with me right now, sharing this moment, showering together, it was seventh heaven.

I just wished the time will stop.

I sighed in happiness and curled my hand around her tiny waist and pulled her against my chest.

My not so little friend twitched in happiness too, touching her silky plump yet firm butt, he's in heaven.

"And you're hard again," she remarked giggling.

The warm water cascading along our bodies, her skin glowing under it. She leaned her head back, leaning against my shoulder and I kiss her neck, nipping it briefly then sucking it, trailing down her shoulder.

A low inarticulate sound of pleasure left her lips. My hand cupped her perky rounded breast, it was perfect, it fitted my big palm perfectly. And gave them both a firm squeeze, then rolled my thumb over the tip and I was rewarded with a louder cry of pleasure.

A cry that I love to hear.

A cry of ecstasy.

"Alex," she moaned, causing my heartbeat to quicken, then she grounded her plump behind against my all so ready friend. All my blood rushed down to my groin and my arousal becoming painful. Not so pleasant and at the same time, pleasant.

Truly a complicated, weird sensations.

My hand slid further down and found her most moist and ready.

"Are you sure?" I whispered against her ears.

My body shuddered with overwhelming desires to take her again, but I know she's sore and I wouldn't want her walking like something was stuck in between her legs.

My middle finger slip in between the lips and rubbed her clit with the pad of my finger.

She leaned her body closer against my body as she squeezed her legs tighter, my finger still rubbing her nub. Her eyes was closed, the water pelted against her face.

Series of deep, low, almost throatily sound rumbled at the back of her throat, it was a raw primitive sound that only heightened my arousal, a rush of aching sensations in between my thighs.

A low groan rumbled deep at the back of my throat.

Her legs started to shake visibly, her muscles underneath my hand tightened.

I pulled her legs apart, then went to work on her clit, she dropped her head against my shoulder as she moaned my name louder, my now not so little friend had hardened and I felt that pre-cum seeping, but I willed myself to focus on pleasuring her.

She hastily pulled her head back up, avoiding to drink more of the running water, but that didn't cease the fire of passion that slowly burning her.

I'll get my turn.

For now, it's all about her.

I want to make it special for her, a memorable one. One that she wouldn't forget and would get addicted to it.

It will be her heroin.

And his name is Alex.

As she is mine.

I slowly turned her, facing me, my hand curled around her waist and pulled her tighter to me. I kissed her with all my heart, tenderly, memorizing every details of her lips, the curve, plumpness that felt like a melting chocolate against my tongue.

Her lips tasted sweet with the shower water, but it still tasted her.

Exploring her mouth, the way her tongue danced with my tongue, it's all tattooed in my mind, in my heart.

I pulled her to the shower wall, and leaned her against it, the water can now only reached my back.

My lips trailed down, along her jawline, sucking briefly not enough to leave marks, all the way down to her collarbone, down to her chest and giving her twin hills the same amount of attention. I suckled her pebbled pinkish tip like a hungry new born. Rolling the tip of my pointed tongue then sucked it.

Her low, long cry of pleasure even made me motivated to hear more of it.

Her breathings ragged and quick.

Moving onto the other and did the same thing, sucking, licking again and again.

Series of her loud moan filled the room. It is a music to my ears. It amped the excitement, stoke my desires and made my body tingled.

My lips reluctantly left her breasts, but quickly relaxed cause I know it will be a better place.

My lips trailed down her flat belly, all the way to the line that connected to her treasure.

I parted her legs as I looked up. Her head was leaning against the wall, her eyes are closed, lips opened as she breathed quick and heavy. She looked a perfect lover that was possessed by me.

I smiled and dragged my eyes onto her folds. Parting the lips, I tease the nub with the tip of my tongue.

She sucked in her breath.

I ran my tongue across her slits, then suckled her bundle of nerves hard, then rolled my tongue, then sucked it again.

Rolled my tongue, lap it, then suck. Same rhythm, same beat.

Her body writhed, her fingers wound into my wet hair, ignoring the sudden fleeting sting when she jerked it, pushing my head closer to her wet folds.

I pleased her with my tongue while watching her in awe as she lost herself, writhing in abandon. Her face switching emotions as pleasure took over her body.

I could feel her legs getting taut as I slid my tongue into her entrance, then ran it across upwards then sucked her nub.

She was moaning so loud, and I was lost, possessed too with that low, deep sound she made.

My finger slip into her soaking wet entrance, then slid it in and out while my tongue sucked and licked the nub.

My tongue found the strumming rhythm while my finger found that special button.

Her legs and her belly quivered. I knew she's close.

My finger curled slightly inside her, in and out until it hit that spot, then I sucked her clit so hard, then she tried to pushed my head away from her clit but I held her legs firmly as I sucked her now overly sensitive nub throughout her orgasms. Watching her convulsed, her head turning in every direction her hands dugs into my shoulders.

It was so beautiful watching her body thrashed, possessed by me. And I thought she was done, again her body started to get taut, and another orgasms hit her.

I tore my tongue and lips away from her swollen honeypot, cleaning her honey when her body leaned limply against the wall, then rose to my feet and caught her before she falls, and held her tighter against me.

"I'm exhausted, but very much sated," she mumbled, her voice still sounded after sex. It made me smile.

"It was beautiful watching you," I said and claimed her lips in a slow, tender kiss, ignoring my hardened friend, so ready to hammer and tried to enjoy that beautiful moment in silence.

Just our soft sighs while our lips locked.

"How about you?" she asked as she pulled away from my kiss.

I know she felt my arousal.

"It will die down soon. Don't worry about me."

I smiled down at her.

"Let me take care of it," she smiled up at me, excitement glinted on her dark blue eyes and before I could comprehend what she meant, she was already on her knees.

I sucked in a heavy breath as my body shuddered deliciously when her warm palm wrapped around my over enthusiastic friend, twitching against her warm hand.

The rushing sound of the water running from the shower faded from my ears.

She wrapped her other hand, joining the other hand that barely covered it.

"Oh!...." I moaned, lowering my head and watched her in awe.

My mind was racing in crazy directions, lost in control.

Who's this?

What happened to my sweet, innocent Clara Bell?

The excitement, eagerness on her eyes almost made me cum.

It felt so intimate, it made my heart beat wildly against my ribcage.

She stuck her tongue out, licked it from the bottom, gliding her wet tongue upwards, almost slobbering, wet, slippery tongue going around and then licked the tip, while the other hand massage my balls.

Her eyes filled with raw passion mixed with deviltry locked with mine.

Delicious sensations oscillated straight down to my spine with her first wet lick.

An electrifying feeling rush through my body, settling on now engorged sex just seeing the pure pleasure on her face, her wicked tongue.

My cock twitched, she went again on licking around it, upwards and her hands stroking it intermittently. Her tongue goes again, like a silk gliding upwards my sex. Licking, wetting it with her saliva until it was so moist and then she sucked me into her.

"OH FUCK!" I groaned.

Feeling like her silken mouth had pulled my soul out of me but in a delicious way.

Warm, pleasurable sensation erupted, racing through my body, starting at the head of my shaft and rippled out to everywhere else.

She twisted her warm hands around my shaft as she licked and sucked it like a skilled lover. At the thought that she had done it with other man, made my heart constricted.

But my mind soon drifted back to her lips, deliciously wrapped tightly around my shaft, and miraculously her sparkling white sets of teeth disappeared.

Not all first timers would perfected giving a man head, causing me to wonder if...

I quickly stamped the curiosity down and let out a low growl of pleasure when she sucked me again, like dipping your body in a warm bath but with a suction of a vacuum.

She was literally sucking my cum out of my balls.

Where the hell did she learn that trick?

She sucked me again and again, then pushed it all the way at back of her throat.

My chest rumbled as a deep, guttural sound reverberated at the back of my throat.

Loud cry of pleasure filled my ears as I felt my climax nearing.

The tip of my shaft deep into her throat, and she bobbed her head all the way down until it hit the back, then she goes on and on with a sucking pressure.

My body tensed and feeling hot, coursing down through my veins, down to my lower belly and into my inner thighs.

I felt the sweat trickled down my forehead and on my back. My legs and stomach tightened downwards.

A soft rumbling when she gagged against my shaft whenever my tip hit the back of her throat heightened the pleasure that now had my mind numbed.

I felt a little liquid seeped through my tip and I pulled my cock out of her mouth but she held my hips firmly and I welcomed the pressure building up, faster and faster as she licked and sucked me all the back to the back once again.

I wanted to pull my shaft out of her mouth before I shoot out all my load into her mouth but her hands holding my hips firmly and the overwhelming pleasure her mouth is giving me, had me lost of control of myself.

I was under her power.

My cum spewing out of my tip, I can feel I'm close to erupt.

The smell of sex filled my nostrils, the washroom felt like Sauna... hot, wet and sweat.

All I could hear was my loud guttural groan as the pressure getting overwhelming until I reached that no point of return with the slapping sound of my shaft whenever she sucked in all the way to the back of her throat over and over.

When her hand reached for my balls and massaged it while she sucked me hard, that pressure reached its pinnacle.

"Oh fuck, Babe! I'm...," I groaned, my , my hand shoot out, cupped her head, but she quickly pulled her mouth away before I could, then she stroked the cum out of me.

My eyes closed momentarily welcoming that violent spasms oscillated on my shaft deliciously, as I shoot out all my loads, her hands stroking me hard until the last drop.

I felt like I spiralled down into an abyss, in a haystack of electrical charges.

My senses had become numb, my body still shivering from that unparalleled bliss, while my mind was frozen as I entered a trance-like state of supreme tranquility.

When I opened my eyes, I gulped.

She was rising from her knees, my cum all over her face, it was the most erotic sight I've ever seen.

She smiled wickedly.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled sheepishly and she chuckled, sidestepping me and stood under the running water and then rinsed her face.

"That was great!" I said, planting a kiss on her shoulder.

I just realized the water wasn't warm anymore, not cold, but room temperature.

I quickly adjusted the temperature until the desired degree.

I reached out for the soap and handed it to her hand while her eyes was closed, just letting the warm water run along her face.

We quickly finished showering then I ordered food for our dinner.

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After placing my order, I dialled my brother Max.

"Hello," came a rough baritone voice, sounding exhausted.

"Did I call you at a bad time?" I asked.

"No...no.." he replied, but I could hear a tinge of frustrations in his voice.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

I shook my head. I know my brother can handle himself, but I couldn't help but worry about him. I'm his eldest brother and I care about them so much.

"Yes. Just exhausted," he replied. "What's up?" he asked after.

"Clara Bell had a fall three days ago... I need a physician to check on her. She had some pain every now and then, but bearable I believe," I explained briefly.

"Where are you?" he asked after. "Is she okay? And how did she get it?"

"We went horse riding at the Santorini's."

"Did she fall head first—" he asked, a tinge of worry in his tone. I smiled. "

"On her back," I threw in.

"Most minor back injuries healed by itself within 6 weeks. Usually you will not need any other tests or treatment. If she feels some pain, you can give her some pain relief drugs, you should get one over the counter," he explained further. "But if she has a problem with her bowel or bladder, weakness or numbness in both legs, then she has to get an x-ray," he continued on.

"I don't think she had any problem about her bowel or anything you mentioned," I replied.

"If you guys comes back, I can check on her," he said, protest arise deep within me. "I haven't seen her in a while, I missed her too."

A soft growl left my lips, a taste of adverse awareness on the idea of him touching her.

"We are not coming back anytime soon. I'm taking her to Mykonos and I'm going to..." my head turned towards her direction, sitting comfortably on the sofa, watching. I was standing by the glass wall, mindlessly watching the skyline while on the phone, "propose." My tone lowering into a whisper.

"You are?"

"Yes. Reason why I called, I'm wondering if you know someone here that I can call. Preferably, a lady doctor," I stated.

I heard a loud chuckle on the other line. "You're turning like dad," he commented causing me to frown.

"Do you know anyone, Max?" I asked sharply.

"Well, I know someone who just moved there, Dr. Patricia Lang. I'll text you her number. If you are bringing Claire to the Island, I suggest to get her an x-ray just to make sure," he advised.

"Sure, I'll do that. I'll bring her tomorrow. I'm gonna call her as soon as I get the number and get an appointment for tomorrow," I said, watching Clara Bell snuggling a cushion on her chest as she laid horizontally with another cushion under her head on the sectional sofa, eyes trained on the screen. My lips curved into a smile.

"Thanks, Max. See you when we get back."

"Sure. Say hi to Clara Bell and good luck," he replied, laughing. "I know you need a lot of that," he joked and I can't help but laugh too.

When he ended the call, I called Langdon. I'm gonna need some clothes for tonight.

Just after I talked to Langdon, my phone buzzed. It was Max text.

I checked the time on my phone and it was already 8 at night. I felt that it's unprofessional to call at this hour, she probably is tending with her kids, so I decided to sent her a text instead.

Stating a request for an appointment tomorrow afternoon and not forgetting to mention my brother just incase, and leaving some compliments about her work ethics.

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