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flesh gaining in
rhythmic intensity. Pressure rose inside her, tension setting all her nerves
tingling, a crescendo just out of reach.
    Then he changed his tempo, short, shallow strokes and long,
deep, thrusts, none of them predictable. Ten or so and she was done.
    She tightened her heels against the small of his back, held
on to his shoulders and surrendered to a powerful, all-consuming orgasm. She’d
never come so fast before, or so hard, peaking before she realized her orgasm
was on her.
    “Oh God, oh God,” was all she could manage. Not original,
but he responded with a muttered curse as he surrendered to the magic they’d
created between them.
    His cock jerked inside her as if it had a mind of its own,
driving her to another quiver, a coda of pleasure. Without the condom, he’d
have drenched them both.
    He cried out, “Violet!” particularly gratifying since she
wasn’t at all sure he remembered who she was, and rolled over, taking her with
him, so she ended up on top. His cock slid out of her, her body closing behind
it, swollen tissues already mourning his loss.
    They kissed, gently at first and then harder. He cupped the
back of her head, holding her in place while they took their pleasure in each
other.
    He made a small sound of satisfaction deep in his throat,
and released her. “Fucking A.”
    “Yeah,” she agreed. “It was, wasn’t it?” Unable to make any
significant moves, she rested her cheek on his sweat-drenched chest. Somewhere
along the way they’d lost all but the bottom sheet. Even the pillows were gone.
    They lay in silence for several minutes until he tightened
his arms around her. “Let’s shower.”
    She was glad one of them had the energy to move. He sat up
and took her with him, sitting on the edge of the bed until she regained her
senses and found her footing. She followed him into a large bathroom that had a
walk-in shower at one end, thankful for a tiled wall to lean against. He paused
for a moment before he joined her and she realized he must be getting rid of
the spent condom when she heard the toilet flush.
    Then he came to her and wrapped one arm about her waist
while the other took care of handling the complicated-looking apparatus that
eventually sent warm water cascading down on them. A rainwater head. Perfect.
    He washed her, pausing to drop kisses on her forehead, her
lips and eventually her breasts while lime-scented shower gel washed her clean,
left her fresh and new.
    Then she washed him. She made him turn around so she could
admire his gorgeous rounded butt, perfect for gripping as she’d recently
discovered, and the curve of waist above, where the knobs of his spine led up
to powerful muscles and strong shoulders.
    He laughed when she tickled between his cheeks, teasing him
and then retreating. His reaction intrigued her. He didn’t seem in the least
threatened, as some men had when she’d tried that. She mostly did it to
discover their reaction. She slid her fingers lower, to the sac holding his
balls. This time he groaned when she dragged her nails along the soft, wrinkled
pouches.
    And turned around to grin down at her and hold her steady.
“You are good, lady. I thought we’d work well together, but you’re better than
I imagined.”
    His growled compliment gave her more satisfaction than she
could have imagined. “It’s not how I imagined ending the evening.”
    “Have I spoiled your plans?”
    “Kind of.” She smiled up at him, unable to keep the
happiness from bubbling over. “I was planning to go home and collapse into
bed.”
    He raised a brow. “And I changed that how?”
    “Alone.”
    “Ah.” He reached for her but didn’t hold her close. Instead,
he looked her up and down, scanning her breasts, her almost flat stomach, her
curved hips and that patch of golden curls. “You’re perfect. I’m real glad I
wrecked your plans.”
    “So am I,” she whispered and went up on her toes to kiss
him. She sank back on her heels when she’d taken