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raging
libido down to a manageable level. Reaching out, he adjusted the
temperature and extended his free arm.
    She stepped
into his embrace, no coyness about her manner even when his cock
pressed into her stomach. She treated him to a hot look, hands
smoothing over the width of his shoulders. “You’re a big lad all
round, aren’t you?”
    “Yeah.” The
rough growl of his voice, thick with desire, was almost
unrecognizable. “Want me prove it to you again?”
    Wicked heat and
mischief sparked in her eyes. Shaking her head, she went up on
tiptoe to plant a trail of kisses over his wet shoulders. Nips and
hot, open mouthed kisses that tested the strength in his knees.
Locking them, he concentrated on keeping his hands light on her
waist. Letting her touch him, kiss him.
    “Hmm, you
know.” She traced the line of his collarbone with her tongue. “I
think I need to check for myself.”
    He swore, the
expletive violent, and followed with a shaky laugh. “God, yeah. I
mean… Please.”
    Dropping his
head back, he let her have open access to his body, marvelling all
the while that she wanted to, that she was still here. But she
seemed as fascinated with him as he was with her. A hum rose in the
back of her throat, a pleased little sound that reminded him of a
cat purring. He liked it. Liked her.
    Fuck, yeah, he
liked her.
Really
liked her.
    Her hands
smoothed over his chest, tracing the line of his pecs before moving
down to his abdomen. Male vanity made him tense, bringing his six
pack out into high relief. He wanted her to see and feel the best
of him.
    Her fingers
worked down. He sucked his breath in, anticipation holding him
prisoner as her hand drew closer and closer to his cock. The memory
of her fingers wrapped around him last night made his cock jerk, a
bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. God, if she didn’t touch him
soon…
    The wet heat of
her tongue flicked over his nipple the same instant her small hand
closed around his cock. The breath punched out of his lungs as his
back arched, and his hips thrust forward all at the same time, body
jerking different ways as it chased the pleasure she offered.
    “God, yeah. Do
that more.”
    Reaching up, he
planted a hand on the walls either side of him. He didn’t trust
himself to use the showerhead to hold onto. The sensation of her
mouth and her hand on him…he’d tear the damn thing right off the
wall. It was all he could do to stay still as she explored him, but
there was no way he was moving. Not while she touched him like
this.
    Licking and
kissing the flat discs of his nipples, she alternated flicking her
tongue over them with gentle nips that made him gasp. Gritting his
teeth, he shoved his hands harder against the tiles. Anything to
stay upright.
    Heat surged as
she worked him, pumping his cock in steady strokes that threatened
to blow his mind. His hips developed a mind of their own, rocking
counter to the motion of her hand. Looking down, he watched the
head of his cock flash in and out of her grip. God, it was the
sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
    “Hmm, big…but I
think I need more evidence.”
    Tom threw his
head back, the back of his skull thunking against the wall. She was
trying to kill him. She slid to her knees right there in front of
him, hands on his thighs for balance, and he lost the ability to
think.
    The first warm,
wet rasp of her tongue over his cock made him flinch, the second,
moan, and when she leaned forward to engulf him in the heated
cavern of her mouth, he was done. She had him; heart, body and
soul. The fact that she’d do something like this for him without
asking, without the coercion he’d always had to exert with previous
girlfriends to get such a treat… it blew his mind.
    She slid down,
more of his cock enclosed by silky heat until he was sure he was
going to choke her. Then she pulled back, and his eyes rolled back
in his head. Removed from the warmth of her mouth, cooler air hit
his wet shaft, and he shivered. But