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scent out of you,” Rial said as he followed behind after
ridding himself of his clothes.  He squirted an exotic scented soap into the
palm of his hand, rubbed his hands together then brought them to my shoulders,
lathering down one arm and then the other.  With a flick of his finger, he
turned my around and lathered my back then each leg.
    He
was absolute in his refusal to touch either my breasts or my ass, and he knew
it would drive me crazy.  I ached for his touch and the more he withheld it,
the more I wanted it.
    But
he was not about to appease me.  Instead, he filled his palm with shampoo and
diligently washed my hair, rinsed it, then slathered on a rich conditioner. 
After a final rinse, he turned me to him and pulled me into his arms.
    “Now
you smell like a princess.”
    “Yes,
but what about you?”
    With
the same precision he took, I washed him, careful to avoid the large and stiff
shaft that throbbed with anticipation.
    “If
you're not going to wash it, I will.”  He took his cock in his hand and
lathered it up, stroking it with a long, slow pumping action from his fist. 
Breathless, he looked at me through the narrowed slits of his eyes and I knew
it wouldn’t be long.
    With
his free hand he reached for my breast and glided his lathered hand over my
tingling skin, his thumb quick to ride circles around my nipple.
    “I’ve
been wanting to fuck you all day,” he said, releasing his cock and grabbing
both breasts with his hungry hands.  He turned me around, pushed my face to the
wall and slapped my ass then slid his cock in the deep crevice.  “This sweet
ass.  Those jeans sure gave me a great view of this sweet ass.”
    He
yanked my ass closer to him, pressing his palm between my shoulder blades to
bend me over as far as I could go.  “Don’t move,” he growled.
    Thundering
inside me, he pounded his cock deep into the moisture that awaited him. 
Gripping my hips in his fists, he swung me back and forth, slapping my ass
against his thighs while his cock drove in deeper and deeper.
    With
a roar that echoed in the small confines of the shower, he thrust his throbbing
cock into me, while I clenched as tight as I could, sending his body convulsing
as the euphoria filled him.  “Oh fuck. Ohhh fuck, Lilly. You feel so good.”
    When
he’d caught his breath, he pulled me up, caressed my breasts and kissed my
neck.  “I was hungry and selfish.  That’s how badly I wanted you.  Now, I’ll
take the time to take care of you.”  He turned off the water and reached for a
warm fluffy towel to dry me off.
    Still
dripping wet, he brought me back to the bedroom, pulled back the sheets of the
bed and set me down.  His eyes bore through me, reaching deep inside and
drawing out emotions that felt as old as time.
    He
was a man, my man, and I was his woman.
    With
the tenderness of an experienced lover, he caressed my legs, slowly pulling
them apart until he could settled on the bed, his head nestled between my
thighs.  He kissed his way up to my sex and planted a soft and almost chaste
kiss right on my clit before continuing down the other leg.
    It
was slow and delicious torture as he came back, time and again to kiss that
small nub of pleasure, and every time brought me closer and closer to an orgasm
that threatened to explode like never before.
    My
fists filled with the crumpled sheets and my toes curled while my body seemed
to levitate and rise higher.
    Oh,
my God, I wanted to scream.  I wanted that orgasm more than anything, but I
also loved the torturous road he took in bringing me there.
    “I’m
seeing stars,” I finally said.
    “Ready?”
    “Oh,
yes.”
    He
set his warm, wet tongue over my clit, applied just the right amount of
pressure, and within seconds I was gushing like a geyser.  My body shook and
the room echoed with the sounds of my euphoric cries as I buried my hands in
his hair, keeping his mouth over my pounding orgasm, wanting him to feel it, to
taste it.
    And
soon, I wanted