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Slowly—far more slowly than any sane man could tolerate—she washed every inch of me, from my balls to the head of my cock.

By the time she finished, I was breathing harder than I wanted her to know.

My cock was rock hard, my balls aching, and I was close enough to the edge that when her hand wrapped around my shaft and pulled me toward her mouth, every muscle in my body tightened.

Her tongue circled the head and lapped up the bead of pre-cum.

My eyes damn near rolled back in my head.

If she wrapped those lips around me and started sucking, I was going to detonate down her throat.

The thought alone shoved me closer.

But that wasn’t what I wanted tonight.

I wanted inside her.

I wanted to bury myself in that tight pussy and fuck her until both of us went over the edge together.

I’d already kept her from going over one cliff.

I had no intention of saving her from this one.

Just as her lips began to slide over the head of my cock, I reached down and scooped her into my arms.

She let out a disappointed little huff.

I grinned.

“Don’t pout, Mouse. You might not like what happens when you tempt me.”

A disgruntled little sound escaped her.

I filed that one away too.

So there was a feisty little streak in her. That, I would have to coax more out of her.

But right now, I had a dripping-wet woman in my arms and a bed waiting in the next room.

I reached behind me and shut off the shower, then grabbed the towel from the hook and dropped it over her.

“Your job is to get us dry before your back hits that bed.”

She laughed and immediately began swiping the towel over both of us.

The bedroom was only a few steps away. The bed was small, but after the places we’d slept the last two nights, it might as well have been the fucking Ritz.

In one smooth motion, I dropped onto the bed with her in my arms and rolled until she was straddling me.

Christ, the view was glorious from here.

Her hot pussy settled over my cock. She smiled, gave me a quick kiss, then scooted lower, dragging her slickness along my length.

She leaned over me, bracing her hands on either side of my hips, and began kissing every bruise and mark across my chest and stomach with an almost reverent tenderness.

When she reached my cock, she flattened her tongue and dragged it slowly from base to tip.

My stomach tightened.