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I drop the soap and glide my hands over the top of her slippery tits. Shit, they overflow in my palms. Her nipples are dark pink and hard. I dip my head, my lips skating over her shoulder and up her neck. I let my teeth gently scrape her skin. I can’t wait until she lets me mark her. I want my bite to be visible for all to see.

“Do you touch yourself, Kitty Cat?” I purr.

She hesitates. “Yes.”

“Give me your hand,” I demand.

I wait patiently as she slowly puts her right hand in mine. I use my left to play with her left tit. I lace her fingers with mine, my hand on top of hers, and lay them joined on her other breast. She gasps in surprise as I control our joined hands.

I circle her, getting closer and closer to her nipple. Before we make contact, I back off, and she groans.

I grin and bite her earlobe. “I am in control.”

“Yes, Elijah,” she pants.

We cup her, holding the weight of her, and squeeze. I want to suck them so fucking badly. I move on before I pin her to the tile and take what I want.

I travel down her soft stomach and cup her pussy, the wetness there having nothing to do with the water. I take two of our fingers and thrust inside and we both sigh in relief.

“This pussy is mine,” I growl. “I will be the only one to ever be inside it again.” I gain speed. “You are so tight and wet.”

“Please, let me come.”

“Not yet.” She is so soft, sucking our fingers back in, not letting go.

Her hips are grinding, rubbing, taking me to the edge. I press hard against her, encouraging. I can hear how wet she is for me over the pounding of the water.

“How do you feel?” I ask, moving our hands faster, deeper.

“Soft. Wet. Hot.”

“Fuck, yeah,” I whisper. “What do you think of when you masturbate?”

“Someone…like you,” she says quietly. “Someone to take control.”

“Perfect.” Our palms slap against her clit and her chin comes up. She turns her head. I take what she is offering. Her mouth opens hungrily under mine. I time our motions to match our tongues.

She tightens. Her pussy starts to spasm.

“Elijah,” she pleads against my lips.

“No,” I say, testing her desire to be under my command. She holds it back. “Beautiful,” I praise. I want to prolong her pleasure. “A little longer, baby. Hold just a little longer.” I knead her breast.

I add two more of our fingers, stretching her. Her hips thrash wildly. I bite her lip before taking it again. This woman is everything to me. I will do what I have to to keep her. I dream of doing this every day for the rest of our long lives. I want to make babies with her. I get turned on thinking of my seed making her swell with my child. I will tie her to me in every way.

“Please, please, please,” she chants, losing total control.

I wait another minute. “Come, baby,” I demand. I roll her nipple as I increase the speed again and rub my cock harder against her back.

“Yes,” she screams and clasps down so hard I can barely move our hands anymore.

My come shoots out, covering her. “Fuck,” I groan.

I don’t move, letting us both come down. She has come dripping down her legs and I want to drink it up but don’t. I rest my chin on her shoulder and release my grip on her nipple. It’s red and rock hard.

I glide once, twice, in her pussy before pulling out. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them, cleaning every drop. I feel her attention on my face.

“Delicious, Kitty Cat,” I purr.