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stroking her clit in time to the diabolical twist within. Her breathing caught on small noises of intensity as she caressed her slick flesh to drive her over the edge.
    Years of practice with thin walls around her made her grit her teeth and let out a moan between them while her body clutched his, twitched and twisted in his embrace.
    He waited until she had slumped against him before his cock churned in the same frenetic dance it had done the night before. He gripped her hips and pressed into her as deeply as she could take him. It wasn’t comfortable, but the moment his cock bucked inside her, he released his grip on her.
    She could feel the soft pulse, and her body responded with a milking caress of its own. Olena pulled her fingers from her clit, and she was going to brace herself on his arms again while he continued to slowly, lazily twist inside her.
    Brin grabbed her slick fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them softly.
    Olena blushed.
    He licked at her fingers before he whispered in a husky tone, “I have been inside you for six hours and now you blush? Interesting. I look forward to discovering other cultural anomalies.”
    “It is just... never mind.” She closed her eyes, but he slipped her fingers into his mouth again. The soft swirl of his tongue around her digits was more distracting than the feel of him still moving within her.
    When her fingers had been sucked to his satisfaction, he released her digits with a pop. His smile was slow. “You taste fresh and bright.”
    Her blush roared back to full force. “Some of that might be you.”
    He grinned. “It could be, but I have no objection. Would you care to join me for breakfast?”
    She nodded and tried to ease away from him. His cock remained inside her longer than she thought possible, but finally, she was free. Cool air rushed between her thighs, and it woke her up better than a cup of coffee.
    Rolling to the edge of the bed lacked dignity, but with cum on the inside of her thighs and those limbs unable to move back into normal position, dignity was not in ample supply.
    She shuffled to the wet room and turned on the shower. It took seconds to get to the right temperature, but she was so relieved to have the familiar touch on her skin, she didn’t mind the initial ice-cold effect.
    Brin wandered in behind her, and he crowded her into the water. “Let me wash your back.”
    She nodded, and he identified and slathered his hands with the soap from the dispenser. He started on her back, that much was true, but his hands were soon massaging her thighs and buttocks before his fingers slipped in between.
    Olena slapped her hands to the wall as she went up on her toes at the unexpected contact.
    She didn’t ask what he was doing. His fingers moved between her thighs easily, and when he reached around to pull her against him, those digits cleansed her of all exterior traces of them. The moment he slipped two fingers inside, she squeaked against the wall, ending on a garbled gargle when she inhaled water.
    Brin stroked her gently, his chest supporting her back as one hand was flat against her belly and the other was delving inside her. She shivered and tried to get a grip on his arms, but he was too slick.
    She held on tight as he dipped in and out of her with unhurried motions. She glanced down and saw his green-gold hand across her belly with the other arm across her hip. The contrast was startling, and she felt arousal creeping up on her once again.
    “You are a little swollen, but nothing that a day of rest can’t take care of. If you burn again tonight, wake me and I will ease it for you.”
    She paused. “You could have eased it without having sex?”
    He shrugged. “That was your call, not mine. The idea of the spark was to force you to seek me out. Sex was never a requirement.”
    She would have opened her mouth in shock but that would have let in a wave of water. She reached for shampoo and scrubbed her hair quickly before rinsing