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desirable, so exquisitely delicious yet hungry
at the same time.
    His tongue slid in and out of her mouth,
searching out her very essence, tasting her, teasing her,
expressing his desire and his need. Hot water sluiced around them,
her hands as warm and wet as the soapy water.
    “ Non, non, non. Don’t touch me,” he
panted into her ear as one of her hands encircled his cock. “Not
yet, anyway,” he said as he pulled her hand up to his chest and
ground his cock along the slippery expanse of her belly. “It’s too
good,” he said as he tried to stop himself from pushing his hips
into her. Her gyrations weren’t helping his resolve any.
    “Turn around,” he said, wrapping his arms
around her to hold her still. “I want to come inside you.” Once she
obliged he slipped his cock between her wet buttocks and slid it up
to her tailbone, shuddering. “Bend over. A little more.”
    The image of her wet, dark hair plastered
against her straight back, her round little ass raised as high as
she could manage in the cramped space, rivulets of water streaming
across her smooth skin, was one he hoped to keep alive in his mind
for the rest of his life. He was struck by such a fierce wave of
desire that he froze, shocked at the sensation made almost violent
by emotion. Then he pulled down his cock and plunged deeply into
her, pleased at the part gasp, part grunting noise she made when he
pulled her body back onto his. Bending his shaking knees, he
withdrew almost all the way and plunged again. Trying to hold onto
her, he pulled back and rammed into her again, and again.
    He lost all bearings—it was as if he was
being turned inside out through the end of his cock. He flooded
into her, helplessly, seemingly forever, only to regain awareness
when he felt cool water running over his body.
    They’d drained the tank. He made a mental
note to buy a bigger one for their new house.
    Our new house, he caught himself thinking.
Joanna and I, in a home together. With Daniel. And then, maybe
someone new…?
    He turned off the water, helped Joanna out of
the shower and wrapped her and then himself in a towel. After she
dried herself she twisted her long hair up in the towel and kissed
him again.
    “I think you needed that,” she said
playfully, rubbing her still-hard nipples along the hair on his
chest.
    “How could you tell?” He said, lifting her
off her feet and carrying her into his bedroom. She squealed as he
dropped her onto the bed and clambered over top her, kissing her as
if it was their first time all over again. “Now I’m going to give
you what you need, mon amour. ”
    Undoubtedly she had one of the most
delectable feminine bodies he’d ever seen. Medium height, slender
yet curvy. All her dips and hollows were perfectly matched by her
roundness. Her breasts were especially beautiful. Heavy, round,
just the way breasts were supposed to be, and surprisingly large on
such a delicate frame. He kissed them now, licking and suckling the
pointed nipples. She moaned, and he lowered his attentions to her
belly. Then lower.
    He liked the fact she hadn’t shaved her pubic
hair—just a little trim around the edges, he saw. Too many women
seemed to feel ashamed of their body hair, and Luc couldn’t
understand why. If they actually asked men, most women would find
that their hair was anything but offensive. He buried his nose in
Joanna’s bush and inhaled deeply.
    “Promise me you won’t ever shave this off,
okay?”
    She giggled. “Okay. If you like it.” She
arched her back.
    “I love it,” he said through a mouthful of
hair. “And I love every other part of you, too.”
    She spread her legs a little wider and pushed
her hips upwards. He kissed the damp space between her legs,
savoring her scent, made more intoxicating by a combination of her
desire and traces of his ejaculate. He put out his tongue to taste
her wet labia and was rewarded by a gush of her sweet juices and a
moan coming from somewhere above his