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hiding now, kitten.” His free hand pulled my arm away and he glanced over me with a wink.  “I’m greedy, too, I like to see.”
    I was somewhat amazed when he stood there staring at me under the heated stream.  His smile widened, but he gave me a reprieve from his scrutiny as he lathered his hands with a creamy, manly scented soap.  Motioning with his head for me to move toward the back of the shower, I followed his instructions in confusion.  Those beautiful hands found my body, and cleansed me as if I were some precious treasure, making me ache to feel the passion he gave again.
    I’d never felt so cherished until his hands moved between my thighs, giving me the most personal hygiene of my life.  Only the soreness took away from the sensations, and I stiffened.  He carefully led me back under the water to rinse off and I got the first real look at the part I’d missed earlier.
    Outside of some pornos that McKayla had bought us to watch, I’d never seen a man nude, so it was an experience.  From his washboard abs, my gaze traveled lower, and I couldn’t believe his impressive cock had been inside of me.  The man was very well endowed, possibly bigger than the ones I’d seen in the movies.  Continuing to stare, it grew even larger and my eyes widened. 
    “Kitten, you definitely make a man feel like a god.”  He chuckled deeply, the sound heating my flesh as if he’d touched me.  I was fascinated with his body and decided to return the favor by filling my hands with the creamy soap.  My hands were shaking as I washed his smooth, wide chest, muscled arms, and trembled even more when I gripped the steel silkiness of his cock.
    Without any knowledge of what I was doing, I caressed his beautiful package, enjoying the odd feel of him in my hands.  With each stroke he grew longer and harder, and I was amazed that my touch could do that to him. 
    “I think I’m clean enough now.”  His words seemed tense as he pulled back and moved under the water to rinse off. 
    “You don’t like me touching you?” My tone was insecure, because I really didn’t know what I was doing, and I wanted for some unfathomable reason for him to enjoy it.
    “I love your touch, baby, but it makes me want to fuck you, and I don’t think you’re ready for that again.”  To reiterate his words, he slid his hand between my thighs, sliding two long fingers inside my aching core.  I gasped and tightened those muscles in surprise.
    Even though I still felt torn, my core flooded immediately at his fingers inside me, making me want him.  “I think I do want that again.” His fingers inched out and I whimpered in disappointment.
    He washed off his hand, then turned off the shower, stepping out.  “First, we’re going to talk, and if you still want this, then we’ll see.” Grabbing a towel off the rack, he carefully wrapped me in it before getting another for himself.
    He walked out to the bedroom without looking back at me, so I followed.  It felt so strange to be in his room now, and I wasn’t sure why but I felt bereft at his sudden coldness.  It was almost like a switch had been flipped and he was being very impersonal.  I saw the slight blood stains on his comforter, and felt mortified.  He didn’t seem to mind, and quickly stripped it off the bed.
    “That’s going to give the staff something to talk about.” There was nothing humorous in his attitude, and I got the impression he was angry. 
    I had no idea what I’d done wrong, but instantly started feeling more out of the place.  I needed to get out of here, because I was beginning to get a little depressed about what I’d done tonight.  I think that was the moment it hit home, that I’d just screwed a stranger.  Drying off with the towel, I bent down to pick up my clothes with every intention of getting dressed and asking him to take me home.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” The anger in his voice evaporated and turned to confusion.
    “I