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“Let’s go, sugar lips, we’re taking a shower.” Before she opens her mouth to respond, I bend over and lift her from the bed, hauling her over my shoulder and positioning her ass in a very tempting place. I don’t resist, kissing the soft skin of her firm round rear.

She shrieks, bursting out laughing and I wonder, belatedly, whether her roommates are around to hear this. Then I shrug as I deposit her in the shower and turn the water on because I don’t care.

“You’re out of control,” she says, giggling as she looks up at me with the kind of expression that tells me she likes it.

“I love taking you by surprise, exciting you, putting that look on your face.”

“You mean the look that says I might enjoy another⁠—”

I put a hand over her mouth and lean into her, flattening her against the wall. “Don’t say it,” I growl. “I want to be the one to suggest it—no, to promise it.”

She licks the palm of my hand, and I move it. “Orgasm. Another orgasm.” She’s giggling and squirming under me as I tickle her with my fingers on my way down to finding out how swollen the folds of her pussy are.

Anticipation raises my excitement and my dick as it presses against her thigh, twitching and greedy.

“What do you⁠—”

I stop her from saying more, covering her mouth with mine and gently biting her lower lip. Actions speak so much louder than words, though I’m not sure what I’m saying besides I want you desperately.

There’s more. I know there is as my hands move up and down her exquisite body. Letting myself go, giving free rein to my body to say whatever it wants, I let passion have free rein.

“What about soap?” she says into my mouth.

I nip her lip. “You don’t need soap. I’m going to lick you clean.”

Making good on my threat, I run my tongue down her throat, slowing over her rapid pulse to suck and enjoy the effect I have on her. She shudders, so sweet and so sensually responsive.

“I must have been a saint in my last life to deserve a girl like you.” I kneel as I worship her body, lower and lower, with my mouth and tongue and eyes.

When I reach her naval, I suck the droplets of water pooling there and smile as her stomach contracts and goose bumps appear everywhere.

“Trick, I…” She doesn’t finish her sentence as my mouth travels lower, impatient to reach home, where the treasure lies.

Holding her thighs, parting them wide while she holds onto my shoulders, I kiss her pussy and thumb the throbbing nub I find before swirling my tongue, tasting her sweetness.

My voice hoarse, I say, “Did you know you taste like honey?” Because it’s an amazing truth. she’s like no one else. I suck and lick and listen to her quick breathing and desperate moans as she grasps my hair, pressing my face deeper into her.

I oblige, taking her asscheeks in my hands and pulling her in for a voracious swallow of her creamy sex, inhaling the scent until it almost makes me dizzy.

She’s squirming and panting and her folds swell. Her sensitive nub feels like a silky pearl a treasure, one that I need to plunder. With a greedy growl, I take her into my mouth, flicking with my tongue, swirling and scraping with my teeth until I feel her teetering on an orgasmic convulsion, and then I bite down and suck in her release as she clenches around me, spasming and screaming my name, over and over until my head explodes with sheer bliss.

We end up wrapped in towels on her bed, as I hold her. Pure joy blocks the rest of my tangled emotions from surfacing as I hold her, reflexively smiling while I stare at her. Maybe I’m trying to communicate something with my eyes, but it comes from somewhere deeper than my conscious level because no words come to mind, let alone to my lips.

“I admit it,” she whispers.

“Admit what?” I push a wet curl from her eyelid.

“Maybe the secrecy does make it exciting⁠—”

I chuckle. “You are a naughty⁠—”

She puts a finger on my lips, but she’s quick enough to take it away before I can suck it into my mouth as she giggles.

“I must be getting slow.”

“Let me finish my thought.” She pauses to test whether I’m going to stop her again or listen. It kills me, my heart beating faster and my chest tightening, but I prepare to listen, knowing instinctively I’m not going to like what she says.

“But there’s a downside to all the secrecy—the lies. And that outweighs the excitement because I’ve been worrying too much since my conversation with Daniel.”