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of her neck as he finished undoing the zip
    on her dress. She moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Slipping the straps of the dress from her shoulders, the garment fell down her body to puddle at her feet.
    “You’re beautiful Genevieve. Truly stunning.” His lips made their way along her jaw to her
    mouth. The sound of sincerity in his voice shocked her and she opened her eyes to see raw desire
    in his.
    With shaking hands she reached for his belt buckle, pulling it loose while praying he
    wouldn’t see how anxious she was. Neither spoke as she undid his pants, hooked her thumbs into
    the waistband of both his pants and briefs and gave them a tug. The garments slid down his
    powerful thighs to the floor, exposing his thick length to her.
    She licked at her lower lip as she looked down. He was large. Much larger than she’d become
    accustomed to and slightly intimidating. She felt like a damned virgin again.
    Dane hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face so her eyes met his. He lowered his
    mouth to hers while undoing her bra, letting it fall down to the floor and ridding her of her
    panties, leaving her completely exposed to him.
    He pulled her tight to him, his rock hard shaft pressing against her bare stomach. Opening the
    shower stall door, he backed her up until the warm water beat down onto her back. As the water
    began to beat down upon their heads and bodies, it turned pink, taking with it the sticky juice and filling the stall with its fruity smell.
    Dane reached over her shoulder and squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm and then
    spun her around so her back was to his chest, with his cock prodding at her bottom. It was
    distracting and Genevieve couldn’t stop her body from rubbing back against him, tempting his
    rod. His sharp intake of breath from her rubbing against him made her smile; at least she wasn’t
    the only one fighting to keep control.
    “I’m not going to be able to get this juice out of your hair if you keep teasing, baby.” His
    hands began to massage the shampoo into her hair.
    “Sorry.”
    She wasn’t.
    It felt incredible; he seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to soothe her
    nervousness and increase her arousal. She never imagined having a man shampoo her hair could
    be so arousing, but then again the feel of his cock pressing against her bottom was adding greatly to her need for him.
    “I don’t think you are.” His lips were once more teasing her neck.
    Closing her eyes she laid her head against his chest and savoured the waves of pleasure he
    was sending through her. She heard a soft squirting sound and then came the feel of a washcloth
    on her stomach. Lifting her hands over her head, she locked her hands behind his neck,
    stretching up and back against him, granting him unrestricted access to explore her body with the sudsy cloth.
    ~*~*~*~*~
    ~ Dane ~
    Taking things slow was becoming excruciatingly hard. All he needed to do was bend her
    forward and her beautiful pink pussy would be exposed for him to take. It was taking every
    ounce of strength within him to keep from doing just that. If Genevieve were some random
    woman he’d picked up at a bar that’s exactly how this scenario would go down. Either that or
    he’d have her on her knees worshipping his member with her mouth.
    But he sensed her vulnerability and inexperience. And a part of him wanted to savour this
    first experience with her. He usually never planned for a second time, but he knew there would
    be with her. Hoped anyhow.
    Dane slid the washcloth up her body until he reached her collarbone and then began to work
    his way down. His caress of her breasts through the cloth rewarded him with a soft whimper. Her
    nipples hardened to tight peaks as the coarse cloth caressed first one then the other.
    “Oh, God. Ummm.” Genevieve lowered one hand from his neck and reached behind her
    grasping his cock. Just the feel of her small, soft hand caressing him was putting