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bold, she took his wrist and freed herself of his hand. She twined her fingers with his as she brought his hand to his erection. She gripped him, his desire heavy and pulsing against her palm. Excitement rushed through her as her body responded to the opportunity to act out a fantasy she’d been chasing for months. “Hold that thought, you’re going to need it in a minute.”
    His sinister laugh rumbled through her, vibrating places so close to climax she could barely wait to touch him.
    With her hands on his shoulders she guided him out of the overhead spray and against the granite so the body sprays hit them both from the sides. Her mind had spun this scenario so many times she knew she had to make sure he was steady on his feet, and a few inches shorter. She slid her hands to his hips and nudged his foot. “Step out, make your legs wider.”
    He complied, but leaned in and whispered, “Hurry up.”
    It was her turn to laugh as she took his free hand and placed it on the small of her back. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and gave her best teasing grin. “I ought to make you wait.”
    “I have about two seconds of patience left, then all bets are off.” The gravel in his usually smooth voice showed he meant it.
    Creating such a response always ratcheted up her arousal. She met his gaze and did what she’d been playing over in her mind for weeks. She leaned back and lifted one leg as high as she could, muscles stretching as she held on to the back of her thigh, leaned forward, and set her ankle on his shoulder.
    His mouth opened, his eyes sparkling as he stared at her. The look of pure wonder and raw desire in his gaze was worth every Bikram yoga class she’d headed to after work. She eased forward, her calf sliding up his shoulder until she stood in a vertical split.
    She pushed her fingers into his short hair, massaging his scalp in slow circles she knew drove him wild. “Have I convinced you yet?”
    He grunted his response, gripping her hips as he surged into her. She gasped and held on tight, her balance dependent on his. He thrust again, sensation exploding at his fervor, the new position, and pride that she’d had the sensual power to change his mind.
    Their bodies undulated in a perfect rhythm as they raced toward release. Her every move echoed his, both for pleasure and balance. She felt so full like this, so vulnerable every time he pushed his thick cock in deep, each thrust faster than the one before. His fingers gripped her hips tighter, her sex stretched and clenched with each long, hard drive. Sweat prickled her skin as she began to breathe harder, the steam filling her lungs. As if there weren’t enough air, her vision clouded and then blurred around the edges. But she didn’t want to stop, not with pleasure whipping through her, the friction of their bodies driving her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. As the world darkened she closed her eyes, colors exploding as orgasm tore through her.
    She warred between trying to stay standing and fighting for breath. Cal solved the dilemma by lifting her standing leg and tucking it behind his back as he turned them around. Her back pressed against the warm granite as he thrust his thick cock into her. Her leg slipped from his shoulder, catching his arm, but his driving pace never faltered.
    The hard set to his jaw, the wild look in his eyes, told her his control had long since vanished. Knowing that she’d driven him to this point ignited her arousal anew. She squeezed her inner muscles to heighten the sensation, fighting for another orgasm before she passed out from the heat and pure, unadulterated bliss.
    Every time he filled her he pressed just a bit deeper, the tight bundle of nerves between her thighs aching for climax. He drove into her. Hard. Wild. Primal. Nothing could stop him, just as nothing could have kept her body from tightening around him. Orgasm tore through her and she cried out his name.
    He shouted and pushed