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around the tip of him.
    “Are you fucking kidding?” he moans, leaning into my touch, “That shit was nothing compared to what we have between us.”
    “Good answer,” I smile, letting his staggering manhood slip from my hands as I turn away from him, steadying myself against the shower wall.
    A low, lusty growl escapes his throat as he runs his hands from my wing-like shoulder blades, down my spine, right over the firm rise of my ass. As he grabs hold of my hips, I can feel his rock hard member between my legs. Harrison lets himself linger there against me, and I imagine what it would be like to truly feel him everywhere. I arch my back just a hair and his manhood glances against that tight, untouched place that no man has ever touched. I’ve never felt safe enough or close enough with anyone to experiment that way. But with Harrison.
    “Is that something you want?” he asks, holding himself there against me.
    I glance over my shoulder and meet his firm, open gaze. “Like I said,” I tell him, “I want everything with you...”
    Our bodies are so slick with water that I can’t tell how wet the idea of taking him from behind is making me. But I can feel my sex throbbing hotly at the thought of trying something completely new with him. And if his stiffening member is any indication, he’s as into the idea as I am.
    “I can’t say I haven’t thought about it...” he says, his voice rasping lustily. “Have you ever...before?”
    “No,” I breathe, “No, not ever.”
    “Hmm...” he growls, sliding his hands over my round ass. “We’d have to go slow—”
    But his voice trails off as I press back against him, just a tiny bit. The slick tip of him is poised just against that muscular, untouched circle. The sudden pressure sends a ripple of pleasure through me. It’s the first time I’ve ever dared to try something like this, a totally foreign sensation...not a bad one, by any means.
    “I want to feel you there,” I breathe, bracing myself against the wall, “I want to know you that way.”
    “Just keep telling me what you want,” he says. I nod eagerly.
    With a deep breath, he leans lightly forward. I can feel him pressing against me there, sinking into that most improbable place, if only a tiny bit. I forget how to breathe as a new, dizzying feeling takes hold of me. I don’t want to go slowly—I want more.
    “Oh!” I cry, as I press back against him, more quickly than is wise. A sharp, pressure uncoils within me as I try and take him all at once.
    “Are you OK?” he asks, turning me to face him.
    “Yeah...” tell him, “You’re just...you’re so huge, baby...”
    “There’s no rush,” he smiles, pushing the wet curls from my forehead, “We’ve got all the time in the world to try everything you like. All I want to do is make you feel good, Siena.”
    He guides me over to the built-in ledge, and I sit down on the cool little seat. I plant my knees on the edge as Harrison falls to his knees before me, spread myself open to him. I’m aching with desire for this impossibly perfect man. My knees begin to tremble before he even touches me.
    “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before, Siena,” he tells me, resting his hands on my tender inner thighs, “I’m the luckiest man in the world just to be here with you.”
    Before I can utter a word of reply, Harrison’s brought his mouth swiftly down to my pulsating sex. His full lips close around that hard, raw button at once, and my hands rake along his muscular back as I let out a blissful cry. As his tongue teases me toward my tipping point, I know that I’m a goner. My full, orgasmic moans echo off the bathroom tiles in no time at all. What can I say? My man knows what he’s doing.
     
    When we’ve finally exhausted ourselves and stepped, spent, from the shower, the day is ready to begin. We dress and pack slowly. With the tournament finally over, everyone’s getting a slow start this morning. But in a couple hours’ time,