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thoroughly fucked, not
just freshly, Claire thought with a grin as she stepped into the
curtained enclosure. The hot water helped to chase away the chill
she'd felt since leaving Malcolm's side. She reached for the bottle
of scented body wash settled into the wire basket hanging from the
ceiling. It smelled like ginseng and orange and was supposed to
"make your body come alive," according to the blurb on the back of
the bottle. She didn't know about that, but it did smell good.
     
    She squirted a generous amount onto her net
sponge and began to cover all the places that were still glowing.
Her body ached pleasantly in a dozen places, and between her legs
she was downright sore. She touched herself there and thought of
Malcolm's hands on her, and the soreness dissipated at the memory
of his tongue against her clit.
     
    She washed her hair with shampoo that matched
the body wash, and reveled for a moment in the delicious scented
soap. She loved the smell of citrus. A thought tickled the back of
her mind, but slipped away when she tried to grab it. Something
about the soap, something about the shampoo? Something about the
smell reminded her of something, but she couldn't quite put her
finger on what.
     
    "Good morning, sunshine!"
     
    She jumped a little and the almost-memory
fled. She peeked out around the shower curtain at Malcolm, bare as
birth and just as unashamed. He used the toilet, and she admired
the taut curve of his buttocks and thighs. He turned and caught her
staring.
     
    "Like what you see?"
     
    He waggled his eyebrows, then his hips and
she started to laugh. Whatever had been troubling her thoughts
disappeared as neatly as if she'd stuffed them in a trashcan. She
laughed even harder when he whipped open the shower curtain and got
in with her.
     
    "There's not enough room in here for two,"
she mock-scolded.
     
    "No?" He looked around in pretend surprise,
then took her into his arms and pulled her against him. "What about
if we stand verra, verra close together?"
     
    She tilted her head so he could kiss her.
"Mmm. That might work."
     
    His tongue made a slow, leisurely exploration
of her mouth before he nibbled on her lips and nuzzled her neck.
"You're all slippery."
     
    He moved his hand from her back to between
her legs. "Especially here."
     
    She drew in her breath with a hiss as his
fingers grazed her clit, then slid along her folds. "I wonder
why?"
     
    Malcolm's eyes looked green now, like an
emerald covered in dust. "Let's think about that, shall we?"
     
    His kissed her again while the spray poured
down over both of them. His fingers tweaked her already swollen
clit and she gasped inside his mouth. Her hands gripped his
shoulders. He lifted her leg to pull her even closer against him.
His cock took the place of his hand, and she rubbed her clit on his
erection.
     
    The shower really wasn't large enough for
both of them. Malcolm's elbow rapped the tile wall when he turned
her, and he muttered a hearty, "Oh, for fuck's sake!" as Claire
laughed and made him kiss her again.
     
    "Ignore it," she told him. "The hot water
won't last forever, you know."
     
    "Think we can be quick enough about our
business?"
     
    His grin made her knees weak.
     
    Looking at that smile, Claire thought their
business could be very quick indeed. Already she felt the first
pulses of climax building in her nipples and clit. "I don't know,
lover. How fast can I make you come?"
     
    His pupils grew large and dark at her words
and he licked his lips. Before he had time to answer, she went to
her knees in front of him. She cupped his testicles in her hand.
She tilted her head to take the length of him down her throat. She
closed her eyes against the wash of water as it sluiced over
her.
     
    He filled her. She sucked him, down to the
base then out to the tip, where she swirled her tongue along the
rim of his penis. His cock thickened in her mouth, and beat a
tattoo on her tongue and the insides of her cheeks.
     
    Malcolm put