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breath moved across her shoulder and he kissed the sensitive spot between neck and shoulder, then licked gently at the spot his teeth had marked during one of their couplings. When his hand moved between her thighs, it was all the drive she needed. With lightening speed, she rolled out of his reach and ended up on the floor.
    "Uh, Henry. I hate to say this. I mean really hate to say this, but I am way too sore for anymore fun and games. Not to mention sweaty and sticky.” The way she had landed left her wrapped in the covers and Henry gloriously naked. Naked and aroused.
    She had discovered last night that the scar running down his face continued on his chest and narrowly missed the inside of his thigh. Whoever had attacked him had meant business. Her lips tingled as she remembered tracing the path of that scar with her tongue during the night.
    Westa cursed the frailty of her body as that one memory managed to trigger a flood of moisture that relieved the sore throb of her channel. His uncircumcised penis had definitely been interested in morning activity and the sweet drop of moisture at the tip made it look like it was crying at her rejection of its overtures.
    "Are you comfortable down there or would you like me to help you into the shower?"
    "Well, I have to admit that the view is lovely.” His cock twitched in reaction to her words and she smiled. “But you are right, a shower is probably what I need.” A bath would relax her, but her muscles would be in no shape to move at all after it. A shower was best.
    In a mere breath, speed belied size as he leapt from the bed and instantly knelt beside her. He grinned at her and scooped her up from the floor, bedding and all. She was trapped in a cocoon that was scented with sweat and sex. Not a terrible thing, but it was getting to be a little musky. He deposited her on the lid of the toilet and brought the temperature of the shower up to tolerable. When it was ready, he peeled her out of her wrap and lifted her into the shower.
    "Put your hands on the wall. I'll take care of the bathing."
    He helped her take up a frisking pose against one wall of the shower and began to slowly lather her up. In more ways than one. His hands took their sweet time on her shoulders and hips, lathering up her thighs and calves with a devotion to the purpose that was admirable considering the prodding she could feel at random moments as he took care the side facing him.
    He shifted her gently to rinse her back, buttocks and legs, then began his careful cleansing of her front. Her nipples hardened under the slick and foamy strokes, she shuddered as he moved his hands down her belly, then skimmed aside to run down the front of her legs.
    "Lean your head back."
    She did and was rewarded by a torrent of heated water sluicing through the elf-locked hair that he had created the afternoon and night before. It untangled under his touch and he shampooed it for her, then used a conditioner to bring it back to its normal appearance. She pushed back with her hands and he washed her face as it was pelted by the slick torrent of water.
    "Alright sweetie, head forward and back to the wall. I don't want you to move your hands or feet one inch, all right?"
    She nodded in assent and waited for whatever he had planned next. There was only one part of her left uncurbed and it was bound to drive her nuts waiting for him to touch her between her thighs.
    His hands on her hips made her jump slightly, a shiver and a shake, as he drew slow circles on her flesh with his palms. The soap made his touch glide across her as he inched forward until his hands were flat on her belly, framing her navel. That was the moment when his erection lodged between her legs and he began to rub his cock between her thighs with a slow and deliberate motion matched by his hands on her belly.
    Her blood was pounding so hard in her ears that she didn't hear herself moan. His fingers finally slid between her thighs to give her a cleansing so