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She'd never, never fooled around in a shower, and
Vincent had enough strength and muscle to really fool around with her curvy
body. He even had enough strength to hold her up against the wall and to thrust
into her so hard she gasped with water getting in her mouth.
    He made
her scream over the pounding water, coming again ... but he held off, pulling
her off him to wash her hair, and then her breasts, which he thought really
needed washing.
    “This
needs a good scrub,” he advised her, pulling the column of his rigid cock up between
her legs, then pulling the thick shaft free.
    She
laughed, grabbing some soap and getting her palms soapy, then she stroke the
heat of his erection making it slick. Vincent's muscular back found the wall to
lean on and she looked between his leanly aroused face and his hard cock
filling her hand.
    He finally
stopped her, rinsing off and turning off the water, but when she got out going
for a towel, he picked her up before she could reach it. Then with a swinging
motion he caught her thighs, lifting her up, and he started to carry her to the
bed.
    “We’ll
get it all wet,” she exclaimed, amazed he could pick her up and not even
against a wall for support.
    He
stopped with her nearly to the bed, while she clutched his shoulders and he
seemed to ponder what she'd said for a second, then he turned and started
walking out of the master bedroom. “There’s other rooms,” he announced. “I’m
licking that sweet, hot pussy of yours.”
     
    FOUR / EASY
ON ME NOW
     
    Tess
woke in the morning lying on her belly. She was naked in bed, in the master bedroom
of the condo, and she could feel fingers lightly stroking the crease of her
behind.
    “Sweet
ass.” Vincent’s gravelly voice sounded by her ear. “You ever let a man in
here.”
    Her
heartbeat seized, then began beating super slow as some fear collided with
instant excitement. “N-No,” she stuttered, turning her head to look at
Vincent's inky black eyes, while his fingers kept stroking and her butt started
small movements following.
    He felt
the movements and his gaze turned molten and wicked like only pitch black eye
can. “I like that,” he said, then he grabbed a cheek, squeezing. “Virgin ass.”
    Her eyes
widened and she was about to start sputtering millions of excuses and reasons
she … they, should not go there, when he chuckled, and said, “You need
to get to work, beautiful, I let you sleep in.”
    His hand
still warmly held the contours of her buttock, while she quickly turned her
head to look at the bedside clock. “Oh, heck,” she exclaimed. She had an hour,
maybe. As she rolled out of bed, and away from his enticing hand, she wondered
how Vincent knew what time she had to be to work. Once she stood beside the bed,
she winced lightly. She was a tad sore after their marathon sex sessions last
night, and she meant mar-a-thon. My God, Vincent was amazing!
    “Damn
it, knew you’d get sore,” he muttered, and she turned to look down at him; a
pure masculine vision sprawled across the bed with tussled black hair and a
fine, rope-muscled chest. He was so handsome lying in her temporary bed with
his well-built chest bare and just a sheet pulled up to barely cover his groin.
    “Not
sure you know this about women, honey,” she started to explain back. “But we
have a good sore and bad sore and this, baby, is a really good sore.
It’s going to put me back into our hot moments together, all day, whenever I
feel it.”
    “Hot
moments,” he stated, with his gaze trailing over her really naked body, in the
light of day. It was one thing to see naked bits and parts of her, here and
there, but all at once, when she was sober. Eek. She scurried to the bathroom,
her finger pointing at him. “No shower sex, now. No, no . Get me? No!”
    She got
ready in less than twenty minutes. It was record time and mostly because
Vincent was gone from the bedroom when she got out of her quick shower. Putting
on her makeup, she realized that