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“My clit.” The words are a gasp. “Touch my clit.”

I smile darkly. “All you had to do was ask, Skip.”

My fingers slip between the folds, and I almost lose my fucking mind.

I press my mouth against her ear. “You’re so fucking swollen.” I slip my thumb inside her and close my eyes at theribbed, molten tightness. “Fuck, Abby. You’re so wet and tight... Christ.”

I roll her clit until her every breath is a moan and my cock is so hard I feel like it’s going to explode.

“Fuck me,” Abby groans, her hands pressing against the glass as she pushes back toward me.

“Not yet.” I peel her limp body away from the glass and turn her around to face me.

Christ.

Soap glistens on her breasts, dripping from the taut nipples. Her pulsing clit pokes through the blonde triangle, begging to be tasted, but I know if I put my mouth on it she’ll come in an instant. Her eyes are locked onto my cock, and she licks her lips unconsciously.

“On your knees.”

She sinks down with a soft moan that drives me fucking insane, staring up at me with her lips parted, waiting.

My hand twines in her hair, holding her there as I savor the moment. Her knees slide further apart, showing off her glistening need.

“Hands behind your back.”

She does as she’s told, her darkening nipples and hitched breath betraying her arousal.

“Open your mouth.”

Her lips open with a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes open slowly, glazed and dark, and I stare down at her as I feed my cock into her mouth, inch by inch, teeth gritted in the effort to stay in control.

She moans around my shaft, and it leaps in her mouth. My hands tangle in her hair as she sinks onto me, her tongue swirling the ridge beneath the head of my cock until I can barely breathe, let alone stand. Still I hold her there, savoring the delicious pressure of her mouth sliding up and down mypounding cock, poised right on the brink and riding the feeling as long as I can.

Abby squirms on the tiles, her hips gyrating in slow circles.

“Touch yourself.”

Her hand comes around her belly like she’s hypnotized, slides between her legs, and she gasps around me.

“Fuck this.” I lift her from the floor. “I need to be inside you.” Ignoring the soap and the running water, I virtually carry her out of the shower and lay her down on the bed. Lifting her leg, I plunge inside her in one smooth, hard stroke.

Oh, fuck.

There are no memories, no dreams, that can ever compare to this. To the silken, ribbed clench of her around my cock, the smooth walls that feel designed just for me.

“Ohhh!” Abby cries against my ear, her soap-slick legs wrapping around me in a wet, hot cocoon. “Fuck, Dimitry...”

I lift her ass and thrust deeper, groaning as I hit balls deep and stay there for a minute, rocking against her. I withdraw slowly, the head of my cock nudging the sweet, spongy part of her that makes Abby cry and shudder against me.

“I’m so close,” she whispers against my ear. “So fucking close, Dimitry.”

“I want to feel you come.” I thrust home hard, and she gasps. I take her mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of her, lost in the magic I thought I might never feel again. I duck my head down to take her nipple, and Abby cries out softly, arching beneath me.

Her hips buck, and I feel the first ripple of her coming orgasm.