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what she wanted, and pressed
her body close to his. “You taste good.”
    “I drink a lot of coffee.”
    “Makes for bad morning breath.”
    His mouth relaxed into a smile. “I clean my teeth a lot too.
For you, I’ll give up the coffee if you want.”
    “What a sacrifice.” She kissed his chest. “For that you
deserve a reward.” She knew exactly what she wanted to do. What he’d denied her
earlier by being so eager. She continued down his chest, fascinated when she
reached his stomach and his muscles tightened. He must have realized what she
planned to do. She cupped his balls, massaged them gently, then more firmly as
she felt his erection harden. She wanted him in her power, used, and well and
truly tasted.
    His masculine musk rose to taunt her, fresh and inviting. He
smelled needy. She didn’t know if he consciously pushed his pelvis forward,
inviting her to take hold. Far be it for her to refuse an invitation like that.
    The first swipe of her tongue gave her his taste and she
knew it was a flavor she’d never forget. Salty, with a touch of sweetness and
something like citrus, something she wanted more of. So much more.
    When she took the head into her mouth, he groaned and
tunneled his hands into her hair, his fingers curling around her scalp, holding
her but not pressuring her.
    She took her time tasting him. She guessed he’d bent to
watch her when the water stopped raining on her head, but it still hit her
lower back and bottom. Knowing he was watching her ramped up her own arousal,
and the space between her legs became damp from more than water. “Touch
yourself,” he whispered, barely louder than the rainfall. “Let me see how hot
this makes you.”
    She sucked him deeper and opened her legs slowly, careful
not to let her knees slip on the tiles. But they were textured, so not much
chance of that. She could glide one hand down her body, slowly, aware he was
watching every moment. He shifted, and while she could still suck him, he must
have tilted his body to one side. To watch her while she gave him head and
touched herself.
    Oh God, so fucking hot.
    Heat bathed her fingers, her clit as hard as if it hadn’t
gone off less than half an hour before, her pussy open and wet. She thrust two
fingers inside as she sucked him harder, deeper, as deep as she could, then
withdrew to lick around the flange behind the head, then took the bead of his
essence at the tip for her own. From now on, she wanted every drop of what he
had to give. Everything.
    Lapping up everything she could, she opened her mouth again,
only to find herself lifted to her feet. His hot mouth fastened on her own,
sharing his glorious flavors. He took barely a couple of seconds to tear open
another packet and sheathe himself, then he was in her again. V found herself
hoisted into the air so he could press her back against the tiles of the
shower.
    She leaned back, trusting him to keep her safe while he
plundered her. His hair plastered against his skull, hers clinging to her body
in wet strands. It caught behind her, forcing her to tilt her head back. She
watched his face as he pushed into her body, his eyes savage now, dark with
need and desire, and she rejoiced that she could do this to him. He proceeded
to drive her to oblivion.
    Hard, violent thrusts drove her up to orgasm level fast.
She’d always thought she was one of those women who came rarely and had to work
at it, but he gave her no mercy. He brought her up so fast she hardly had time
to register the fact before she was shuddering against him, her body his to
command.
    He laughed, the sound dark and victorious, then with a few
more hard thrusts, he gave a small, strangled cry and came.
    Carefully, he unpeeled her from the wall and held her around
her waist so she could lower her legs and find purchase on the floor of the
shower. He rid himself of the condom and washed her once more, then himself,
without uttering a word and without taking his gaze away from her. His