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“It’s better up close.”
                  Reed tugged his t-shirt over his head and then hastily unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, shoving the denim down his legs quickly.  He wore nothing beneath them and his cock was already hard.  A shiver of anticipation swept through Cass as she watched him move towards her, naked and powerful.
                  When he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain around them, it was as if they were the only two people in the world.  Reaching for the bar of sweetly scented soap, she pressed it into his hands, “Let’s get clean so we can get dirty all over again.”
                  Reed took the soap from her and pressed her back against the wall.  The warm water sluiced over her skin, painting a path of rivulets over every luscious inch of her.  With deliberation, he began to move the soap over her skin in a gentle, teasing motion.  Her rib cage, the soft mound of her belly, the dip of her waist and flare of her hips--he touched her everywhere except for the places where she longed to feel his hands.  Her frustration was written plainly on her face.  She clutched at his shoulders and her teeth tugged at her full bottom lip as she tried to keep from making demands or pleas.  
                  With his hands gliding freely over her soapy skin, he moved so that the back of his hands brushed the undersides of her breast.  It was a fleeting caress, just enough to ratchet her desire to the next level.  Pressing his mouth against her neck, his teeth scraping the delicate spot just below her ear, he whispered, “All you have to do is ask me, Cass... I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you tell me what it is.”
                  “You are driving me crazy,” she gasped, as he nipped her collar bone. 
                  “Just say the words, Cass.”
                  “I want your hands on my breasts,” she added, her teeth clenched. 
                  Reed smiled as he did her bidding, cupping the soft mounds in his palms, pressing against her puckered nipples as he kneaded them.  “Is that all?” he prompted. 
                  “You just get off on hearing me talk dirty,” she accused. 
                  “Yes, I do,” he responded. 
                  “Fine!  You want dirty, I’ll give it to you.  Pinch my nipples...”
                  Reed’s cock twitched as he took her distended nipples between his fingers, plucking at the hardened buds until she shuddered and gasped.  When she moaned his name it was all he could do not to just sink into her right there.  But he wanted Cass to be certain, and he needed to be certain himself that everything he did was what she truly desired.  When her back arched away from the shower wall, her head falling back and her breasts thrusting forward, he couldn’t resist a taste.  Dipping his head, he took one taut peak into his mouth, scoring it lightly with his teeth before suckling deeply.  Her hands speared into his hair, pulling him closer, pressing deeper into his mouth. 
                  “Oh, god!  Reed!  Yes!” she cried out breathlessly.  “More!”
                  “Be very specific, Cass.  Nothing else happens unless you ask for it.”
                  “Fuck me, Reed.  I need to feel your cock inside me,” she pleaded. 
                  There had never been an invitation he craved more.  Pressing her against the wall, he hooked his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her.  He pinned her there with his body, his cock nestling against her moist slit.  Parting her legs further, pressing her knees back towards the wall, her body opened to him.  His cock slid between the honeyed folds, pressing against her entrance.  A flex of his hips and he was burrowing into her warmth, the sheath of her sex clasping his cock as