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I start with her back, slathering soap over her dewy skin, moving downwards, squeezing her plump ass, already dreaming about what she’d look like on her hands and knees in front of me.

Then, instead of turning her to face me, I wrap my arms around her from behind, and I feel her shiver when I cup her breasts. I angle my head to kiss her neck while gently playing with her nipples.

“You have perfect tits,” I groan into her ear, trailing my fingertips down to the apex of her thigh, still kissing and sucking on her neck.

When my hand moves between her legs, she jerks in my arms. I keep moving downward until her entire body is covered in soap.

“Spread your legs a little,” I command.

My hand dips between her legs, stroking her gently. She leans into me, her breath shallow and her eyes closed. I rub a finger teasingly against her clit and watch as her chest moves up and down faster.

When I pinch her nipple with my other hand and start to apply more pressure on her clit, she starts moaning, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I could stay in this shower with her forever.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.” I keep teasing her until her legs start to tremble, and I hold her tighter to make sure she doesn’t slip.

“Please,” she says, her voice full of need.

“Please what?”

She doesn’t seem to be able to answer.

“You want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she pleads, her voice louder this time.

I remove my hands from her body and lean forward to turn off the shower. “Bedroom. Now.”

I guide her out of the shower, grabbing the towel on the nearest hook and helping her dry off. When we’re both semidry, I wrap her in a towel, pick her up, and fling her over my shoulder.

“Hayden,” she yelps, but I’m already halfway out the door. I stalk down her corridor, with Robin giggling across my shoulder.

We reach her bedroom, and I close the door behind us just in case Mortimer decides to come in. I’ve been around enough cats to know they like to show up at the worst moments.

The towel around her body falls open when I drop her on the bed. And now, sprawled out in front of me, she looks just like I imagined her earlier.

A voice inside of me tries to warn me that if we continue it’ll be really fucking heartbreaking when I leave at the end of the summer, but I can’t stop now. Not when she’s propped up on her elbows, looking at me with so much longing in her eyes.

I drop to my knees, pulling her toward me so that her butt is lined up with the edge of the bed. I spread her legs wide open and stare at what’s in front of me.

Fuck. me.

Seeing her up close, her pink pussy glistening with wetness, makes me moan. “You’re fucking soaked for me,” I manage to say, pleased at that. “I’ve been dreaming about tasting you.” Then I can’t take it any longer and bring my mouth to her clit.

Her hips buck, and I grab her thighs to steady her.

I intended to go slow, but after everything that just happened in the shower, I don’t have the willpower for that. I suck her clit into my mouth greedily, alternating between sucking and swirling my tongue around it. Robin is wiggling beneath me, one of her hands in my hair, pulling hard.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”

Robin’s moans grow louder, and it spurs me on even more. I’ve always loved this. There is nothing hotter than going down on a woman. But eating out Robin is a whole other level of hot.

She’s shaking, her legs locked around me tightly, and I’m not even sure I’m breathing anymore, but if this is how I die, I’ll die a very happy man.

I push my tongue inside of her, her taste so sweet that it’s my turn to moan now. The next time I suck on her clit, I bite her lightly, and she moans my name.

My name on her lips while she screams with pleasure might be enough to make me come right this moment.

I know she’s close when she’s trembling beneath me, panting heavily. I keep my mouth on her while she rides out her orgasm, her body twitching in the most satisfying way.