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to worry about her body being exposed.  Being plump most of her life had left her shy about being nude in front of anyone.  But the burning, intense look in Rory's eyes made her sizzle. 
     
    "You're fucking perfect,"  his voice was husky, dripping with need. 
     
    He lifted her like she was petite.  He turned the shower on with his magic and brought her inside.  He lowered her to her feet and wrapped her tightly in his arms.  His mouth cover hers in a kiss that sucked her breath from her body.  He pinned her to the wall, his body covering her, pressing her against the tile, now warm from the hot water.  His mouth took hers with intensity.  It was a kiss of desperation, of possession.  His tongue stroked hers roughly as his hands molded her body, touching her everywhere.
     
    She groaned into his mouth, needing him, needing more. 
     
    As though he sensed her need he brought his hands to her breasts and kneaded them, sending a jolt straight between her legs.
     
    His mouth left hers and wandered down her body.  He lifted her leg to the ledge.  It was high and it spread her legs wide.  As he lowered his body so that he was kneeling before her, she could feel the hot spray of water caressing her skin. 
     
    He filled his hands with her creamy body wash and ran the silky fluid over the inside of her thighs as he dipped his head between her legs. 
     
    Sensation overwhelmed her and she moaned his name.  His mouth covering her aching cunt, his tongue invading her.  He had perfect access with her leg hitched high on the ledge.  She was open and exposed.  His hands continued gliding over her thighs, the lather making it a continuous erotic slide.  His tongue lapped, sliding through her soaking pussy, spearing into her hot channel.  He buried his face, his tongue fucking her, his teeth abrading her clit as he tipped his head back for full access. 
     
    Her hands slapped against the tile, trying to gain purchase as sensation whirled through her body.  It was so much...so much.  "Rory,"  she panted his name, her senses out of control. 
     
    His lathered hands slid up to ass, stroking the globes roughly as his tongue slid to her sensitive clit, laving and nipping.  He gripped her ass and pulled her snug against his mouth, his tongue tight against her aching bud.  He flicked and laved hard and fast.
     
    She felt like she was whirling, the vertigo making her grab for something solid. Her hands landed on Rory's shoulders, clutching him to keep from falling.  "Yes, Rory, Yes.  Make me cum.  Please."  She was screaming as she threw her head back.  She knew she was begging, but she didn't care.  This man had total possession of her body and she needed him to give her release. 
     
    He took one of his hands off her ass, holding her securely with the other.  He slid two of his large fingers into her empty cunt, sliding into her begging hole smoothly.  His fingers filled her, starting a furious rhythm that matched his tongue. 
     
    Faster and faster.  Harder and harder.  So much stimulation.  Too much stimulation.  The pounding of the hot water on her breasts.  Rory's tongue attacking her clit, Rory's fingers fucking her hard.
     
    Her climax plowed over her.  She arched her back and screamed as the pulsations exploded through her body. 
     
    Rory didn't stop.  He continued his perpetual pleasure, drawing her orgasm out, making her body blow apart. 
     
    When he finally rose, she was shaking from head to toe.  He positioned her in front of him, letting her feel the full force of the water flowing over her body.  He held her tightly to him, her back to his front.  She could
    feel his breathing, coming hard and fast, his chest heaving. 
     
    He lifted her out of the shower and grabbed a big, fluffy towel from the rack beside the shower.  The water shut off without anyone touching the handles of the shower. 
     
    She was dazed and a little dizzy.  He held her up with an arm around her waist