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“You’re always starving.”
“True.”
“I’ve never met a man who eats as much as you do and still manages to stay trim.”
“I have a healthy appetite.” I nuzzle her ear.
“There’s no time for that,” she scolds.
“There’s always time for that.” I cup her face and kiss her, and she sighs, opening her mouth to accept my tongue. She tastes minty—she’s cleaned her teeth. She gives a soft moan, which sends hairs—and everything else—rising across my body.
I kiss her for a long time, my hands skating over her body, and for the first time I stroke her breasts. When I tease her nipples with my thumbs, they tighten and glisten like wet pebbles in the ocean, and I bend to suck them, trying different pressures until she clenches her hands in my hair and exclaims, “Oh!”
Fired up now, I move her into the corner of the cubicle, and she gasps as I back her up against the cool glass. I kiss down between her breasts, lower onto my knees, and follow the trails of water over her tummy and the soft skin of her mound. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I slip my tongue down into her, and her long, breathy exhale fills me with joy.
“Henry,” she whispers, “oh my God…”
As I begin to arouse her with my tongue, I bring up a hand to join in the fun, moving my fingers beneath her. She parts readily for me, already swollen and slippery, and, palm up, I slide two fingers inside her, curving them toward me and pressing gently to find her G-spot. The clench of her fingers in my hair tells me when I’ve found the target, and I massage it as I continue to flick my tongue over her clit.
It doesn’t take long for her to reach the point where her breathing becomes ragged and her legs start to tremble. After withdrawing my fingers, I get to my feet, open the cubicle door, and retrieve the condom from the sink.
“Oh, you came prepared,” she says, watching me tear off the wrapper and toss it away, come back in, and roll the condom on.
“Like I’d expect us to get in the shower and be all wet and slippery and not have sex.” I spin a finger in the air. “Hands on the glass.”
“Seriously? There’s not enough room—”
I take her by the shoulders, turn her around, and place her hands on the glass wall, then tap her foot with mine. “Spread ’em, girl.”
She widens her stance, mumbling something. I move until my back is against the glass, pull her with me so she’s bending more at the waist, then guide the tip of my erection into her. It takes a bit of maneuvering to get the angle, but eventually I push forward and slide slowly into her.
“Ahhh…” Her hands curl into fists on the tiles, so I stop and let her adjust.
“All right, baby girl?” I stroke her back, then around her ribs to her breasts and tug her nipples.
She groans and moves her hips, coating me with her moisture, then pushing back so I slide into her a little more. Letting her do it at her own pace, I continue to caress her, enjoying the sensation of her silky skin beneath my fingertips as gradually she impales herself on me, until our bodies are touching, and I’m right up to the hilt.
“Ohhh…” She shudders. “Wow.”
“Good girl,” I tell her, bringing my hands down to hold her hips. “I’ll take over from here.” I pull almost out, then thrust in again, and she groans.
Turned on and fired up, I set up a fast pace, and Juliette can’t do much except hang on for the ride. She leans her forearms on the glass to steady herself, and I lose myself in her soft, wet body, only half conscious of the water spray pouring over us, filling the air with clouds of steam.
At first she lets me lead, her body a little tense, but gradually she relaxes and throws herself into it. She pushes back against me, and I slide a hand around her hips and find her clit, then circle the pad of my middle finger over it as I continue to thrust.
It doesn’t take long, only a few minutes, until we’re both panting. I hold her hips again and thrust hard… ah jeez, I’m so close… come on Juliette… and she lowers her own hand between her legs, which I love, and arouses herself until eventually she cries out and clenches around me. I give in to the climax I’ve been struggling to hold onto, and come hard, driving us both over the edge, our bodies locking together and turning to stone for a few moments before we both gasp and go limp.
Her legs tremble, and I quickly slide an arm around her waist to catch her before she falls.
“Careful.” I withdraw, turn her, and hold her tightly.
“My legs are all wobbly.”
“Mmm. Mine too. Come on.” I turn off the shower, grab a towel, then lead her out. After getting rid of the condom, I wrap my arms around her and hold her as I gently rub her skin with the towel until she’s dry. Then I lower her onto the toilet seat and towel her hair until it stops dripping.
“You okay?” I ask, lifting her face so I can look into her eyes.
She nods. Her eyes are huge.
