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“Purring for me?” He dragged his lips back, his breathing harsh as his hands gripped her hips and he forced her to her feet. “Grab the metal rings, Dawn. Hold on tight.”
The metal rings were two towel holders hanging out of the way of the water. Her hands latched onto them as he turned her, then rose before her.
He stripped quickly. The sodden clothes were tossed to the corner of the shower and his erection stood out from his body, flushed dark, the veins pulsing beneath the flesh.
Bronze flesh rippled over hard muscle as he moved to her again, his lips tasting hers, his tongue stroking over hers, tasting the last remnants of the heat spilling from her tongue.
His hands caressed as he tasted, skimming down her sides, over her hips, parting her thighs.
“I want to taste you.” He reached up and readjusted the fall of water until it cascaded around them rather than over them. “I want my tongue inside you, licking all your sweet cream. Feeling it on my tongue, against my lips.”
She nearly lost her breath at the look of sensuality on his face. Her hands tightened on the rings as he slowly went to his knees once again.
He lifted one of her legs, placed it gently over his shoulder, then bent his head to her.
“Seth—” She cried out his name, her head falling back as her hips tilted forward, giving him access to her flesh, feeling his tongue stroking, slowly, so slowly around the hard nubbin of her clit.
His thumbs parted the folds and his lips covered the pulsing knot of nerves so he could suckle it, making her insane with need. Powerful flashes of sensation raced through her nervous system. Tiny implosions centered in her womb had her jerking, reaching, begging for release.
“I could taste you all day.” His voice was hard, lustful. “Every day. The sweetest flesh in the world.” His lips caught a flushed pussy lip, sucked it into his mouth, licked over it.
The bare flesh had no protection. There were no curls between his touch and her flesh. There was only the heat tearing through it.
Then one hand cupped her rear, the other looped beneath her leg and dragged it to his other shoulder. He was supporting her, his hands on her ass, holding her to him, and he began to devour her.
Hard, hungry thrusts of his tongue speared into her vagina as he lapped. Lapped and moaned and caressed flesh, so needy, so hungry for touch that it rippled and milked his tongue.
She tightened on the thrusting flesh, her thighs framing his face as she writhed into the delicate fucking. She was pierced by flames. Flames that whipped through her body, clenched her muscles and left her reaching, climbing, desperate for release.
Then he licked up, circled her clit, surrounded it with his lips and sucked, sending her spinning, racing into ecstasy as she wailed his name, certain she would never recover from the pleasure tearing through her.
But he didn’t give her time to recover. He came to his feet, her legs sliding down his arms until he was wrapping them around his waist.
“Hold on tight.” His voice was hard, his expression heavy with lust as he gripped his cock and fitted it against the hungry opening between her thighs. “Hold on to me, Dawn. I’m going to fuck us both into oblivion.”
He eased inside her.
Dawn’s head thrashed back and forth. “Harder. Take me, Seth. Take me hard.”
He stretched her open slowly, inch by inch, the muscles in his upper body straining, his neck corded at the force of control needed to take her so slowly.
“Please.” Her hands tightened on the rings as he bucked against her once. One inch driven in hard, and it wasn’t enough.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t beg. Pleasure was attacking her from all ends, wrapping around her as she felt him throbbing inside her.
Dawn tightened her legs around his hips, tilted her hips and tried to take him deeper. Seth held her steady, his gray eyes nearly black, locked on hers.
“I want to feel every clench, every flexing little ripple over my dick,” he growled. “I want to feel you take me, Dawn. Inch by inch.” And there were a lot of inches to take.
By the time he penetrated her fully, Dawn was a writhing mass of nerve endings, jerking in his grip as she fought for release. She couldn’t speak, words wouldn’t escape, only the little mewling cries that Seth seemed to love so much.
The pleasure was almost agony. It was building inside her, tightening her womb. As his pelvis rubbed against her clit, he drove her higher. As he pulled back then worked his way inside her again, a frustrated, tormented growl left her throat.
Her head lowered to his neck, her teeth raked the little wound she had left there before. She sucked it, feeling him tense, curse, but his movements grew stronger, the thrusts harder.
She felt him moving inside her, more than filling her, stretching her, burning her, and the pleasure of it was building until it whipped through her, exploded in mindless rapture and had her arching tight against him. She tightened, her pussy flexing on his cock as he gave a hard groan, pushed in hard and fast, once, twice, then buried deep as his semen began to spurt inside her. The deep, heated pulses of pleasure extended her orgasm, sent another hard shudder through her body.
She was awash in pleasure. Taken past ecstasy. She hung in his grip, his head bent to her shoulder as both of them fought for breath, and felt as though she had become a part of his skin.
