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Rory scratches his head. “What do you mean?”

“You say it like, ‘sanguish’ with a soft ‘g.’”

“That’s weird.”

“Or brilliant,” I counter.

When we finish eating, I wrinkle my nose. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I can smell myself. I need a shower bad. You want to join me?”

“It would be an honor to shower with you.” He stands and offers me his hand as he bows. His wavy bed-head is adorable, and even his beard is a bit messed up from our intense fucking. I smile and take his hand.

I lead him to the shower and let him adjust the water temperature to his liking. “This okay?” he asks. It’s a little on the hot side for me, but I don’t mind it much.

His skin reddens a bit with the heat as the water glides down his body. I bite my lip.

“Again?” he rolls his eyes. “Fine. But you’re really taking advantage of my body, miss Almonte.” He grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes.

I laugh. “No. Let’s clean up a bit. I really need the shower.”

“Okay.” He grabs my loofah and the washcloth I brought for him, and I pour body wash liberally on both. We soap up and giggle as we get clean. I feel naughty, like a little kid who ate too many sweets before dinner. I wash my hair and am surprised when he shampoos his beard.

He chuckles at my expression. “It takes a lot of work to keep this beard.”

“I like it,” I say.

“Oh?”

“It’s a great feeling when it tickles my inner thighs.”

“Only for you, Valentina, I promise never to shave it off.”

We are both rinsed off, and he grabs me by the waist, so my body is flush with his. His lips crush mine as he plays with his tongue on mine. He cups the back of my head as the water falls down both our faces, keeping my eyes shut tight. As we devour the others’ mouths, his erection hardens against my abdomen. The water rolling down my body, his tight grip on me, and the erection twitching between us are all too much. When the hell did I become so damn insatiable that I want him again?

I break away from him and kneel on the shower floor much too quickly to give him a chance to protest. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I pump once, then twice, while I squeeze gently. Rory groans, and his hands fist at his sides. He leans his head back on the tile, and the water now hits his chest and six-pack. I look up at his body and lick my lips. His gaze is glued to my face with hooded eyes.

Bringing my grip to the base of his shaft, I lick the head of his cock.

“Fuck, Valentina,” he groans. His breathing quickens, and I take the head into my mouth, sucking on it gently before letting him out of my mouth again.

I look up. The water bounces off those six-pack muscles, making me squint. “Is this okay?” I ask as I pump with my hand once again.

“Fuck, yes,” he all but screams, and I take him into my mouth again.

This time I take him deeper into my throat as I continue to stroke his base with my hand. He grips my hair in his fist and starts guiding me to the rhythm he wants, and I let him. Rory tastes divine, and seeing his body wet like this has my own wetness gliding down my thighs all over again. My pussy clenches at the sight of him with his eyes shut tight and the veins in his neck straining with the pleasure of my mouth.

“Stop,” he growls and pulls me away by my hair.

“No,” I whine. “More. Please.”

“Fuck. It’s hard to deny you, but I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

“I want you to come in my mouth.” I reach for him with my tongue, but his grip on my hair is too tight.

“No,” he shakes his head, though I know his resolve wavers. “I’m not wasting this on your mouth. Not today.” He bends and places his hands under my armpits so he can lift me to my feet. He lands a wet kiss on my lips and pants when he breaks away.

“I’m about to impress the hell out of you,” I tell him, and his eyebrow arches. I’m leaning against the cool tile of the shower wall, and I bring my right leg all the way up to rest against his shoulder, effectively doing the splits while standing.

“You are going to be the end of me,” he groans. He presses his erection to my entrance, and I grind my clit up and down the shaft. I could come from just this friction alone.


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