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Pressure builds, and my muscles tense. The unmistakable signs of climax. Her mouth feels too good, and the way she watches me while she fucks me with her mouth does something to me that I can’t quite explain. But then she hums low around me, and the vibration nearly sets me off.

“Dixie,” I warn, my voice rough, “I’m close.”

She doesn’t pull away. She speeds up, cheeks hollowing, and her tongue works the underside of my head with every stroke. My hips jerk before I can stop them, and she moans again.

That’s all it takes.

I’m bracing most of my weight against the wall as I come, and she swallows me down as I fill her throat. She continues until I’m spent, and my legs feel wobbly. My brain isn’t functioning well, but I can’t actually remember the last time a woman went down on me.

I reach down and pull Dixie up, kissing her hard and tasting myself on her tongue. She melts against me, her belly soft between us, and I turn us to press her back against the wall and away from the water.

Her vanilla bodywash sits in the corner, and I grab it, lather it in my hands, and run them along her skin. I start with her shoulders, then move down her arms. Her breathing hitches when I pay special attention across the swell of her breasts, and she arches her back as my thumbs circle her nipples. I know how sensitive they are, and I give her the pressure that drove her wild last night.

As she begins panting, I move lower, over the little belly bump, and then between her legs. Her legs part for me, and I slide my fingers between her lower lips, loving how wet she is that has nothing to do with the water.

Rinsing her off, I pay more attention to her clit than is strictly necessary for the task of washing her, but she doesn’t seem bothered. Her hand reaches out to stroke my semi-hard cock as I rub her, making her gasp and tense as I build her up.

“Fuck me,” escapes from between her lips, and I’m fucking ready.

Turning her to face the wall, she instinctively braces herself with her palms against the tile wall, and I guide myself to her entrance. I push in slowly, feeling her stretch to fit me, and I hiss at how hot and tight she is. But what blows my mind in the best possible way is how she backs her ass up to take me as deep as possible.

Water hits my back, but I can only feel the heat between her legs. She moans, pushing herself back with every forward thrust I make, and I feel the urgent desperation. How badly she needs to find her release.

I slip a hand down her front to rub her clit with the right amount of pressure while I cup her breast with my left. The only movement now is my hips thrusting into her, my fingers making tight circles along her pleasure point.

“Penn!” she cries out as her pussy clamps down on my cock in pulsing little spasms.

Her voice echoes in the quiet room, and I refuse to stop. I keep moving. Keep rubbing. And it doesn’t take long before a second comes in close succession. It hits so hard that her knees buckle, but I hold her up, making sure she doesn’t fall and separate our bodies.

Dixie shudders as she moans, low and deep, and I kiss her shoulder as I thrust harder, my own release building. I bury myself deep as heat spills inside her, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasms. It’s the greatest feeling in the world, to have her in my arms, trembling from pleasure as I remain deep inside her.

We stay locked together, both breathing hard, as the water pounds on my back. My forehead falls to her shoulder, and she slowly lowers her right hand to reach back and find my hip.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“Yes, we sure did,” she says with a small giggle.

Eventually, I ease out of her and turn her to face me. Her eyes are glassy with flushed cheeks, and I kiss her soft lips. Slow, sensual kisses that would lead to more if we weren’t both currently spent.

I reach for the soap again, and we clean each other without hurry. My hands graze along her skin as though memorizing every inch. In the back of my mind, I know I am. No matter what she said last night, I know there’s still a chance she’ll leave, and I don’t want to forget a single thing.

Once we’ve finished, I turn the water off and grab the towels from the rack. One perk of living in the desert is no shortage of hot water. And thankfully, it’s early enough that we weren’t scalded.

Dixie steps out and leans against the counter with a happy little smile I’ve never seen before. “That was better than coffee.”

“You can’t drink coffee.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t remember how it affected me.”

I laugh once, short and low. “Good.”

Scratching at the door breaks the spell we’re both under, and Dixie opens it to let Princess inside. “She needs breakfast.”

“Shit, I was going to do that when we came inside, but I forgot.”

“That’s what I’m here for, remember? To make sure she’s covered.”

That’s not the only reason Dixie’s here, but I keep the comment internal. She may be here now, but if I make things too intense too fast, I’m pretty sure I’ll scare her away.