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He was trim and lean in the waist and hips. His stomach was flat under the washboard lines of his abs. A perfect V slanted down toward a cock bigger than I had expected.
"Wow." I grabbed the bar of soap and started to wash my arm.
"Wow?" He took the soap and turned me gently so he could run it over my back.
"Yes." I pulled my hair up out of the way. "You're hot. Mmmm, and you have great hands."
"Thank you." He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. He kissed around to the side and let his tongue flick across the point just under my jaw. "You taste good."
He wound a hand around me and ran the soap over my breasts, first one, then the other. From there, he moved down my belly.
I shivered with the deliciousness of his touch. This felt so decadent and right. His touch was light, gentle, but erotic at the same time. My exhaustion wasn't gone, but I put it aside in favour of quickly growing desire.
"It's my turn." I took the soap from him and turned him so I could lather his back. I started at his muscular shoulders and worked down slowly. I took my time with the firm cheeks of his ass.
He gave it a playful wiggle.
I giggled and moved the soap over his hips and around to his rock hard belly.
"All right, turn around." I soaped up my hands and placed the bar back on the shelf.
Danec turned, but I saw him swallow. He knew what was coming and so did his cock, which was half erect already.
I gripped it carefully in my hands and rubbed my fingers up and down until his length was slick with lather. I worked it a bit more firmly, as his cock hardened more. The water washed the soap away until there was nothing under my hands but wet cock.
The more I worked him, the more individual bumps rose on his cock. Those bumps became nodules the size of a pebble, like a handheld massager, or pearls.
Holy fuck, how would he feel inside me?
While I worked, his hands wandered all over my body, caressing here and stroking there. He brushed over my nipples, down my belly to my other curls.
His hand slid between my legs and grazed against the front of my folds.
I shifted one foot enough to part my legs a little more.
He slipped his hand in further and brushed against my clit.
I whimpered as even that small touch sent bolts of desire arcing through me.
"Danec," I said breathlessly. "I want you."
He silenced me with a kiss as sweet as it was wet with water from the shower.
He pulled back and spoke with a husky voice, "I want you too."
I worked his cock until his eyelids fluttered shut and his hips bucked against my hand.
Before he could come, he drew himself out of my hands and knelt down in front of me. Gently, he parted my legs and pressed his face between them.
I propped my foot on the seat to the side of the shower to give him better access.
His tongue, split in two, flicked lightly against my folds. Then firmer as his confidence grew. Both sides licked my clit, tickling and teasing. He must have pulled both sides of his tongue together, because in the next moment his touch was firm, hard, the texture licking insistently while his lips sucked all around me.
I arched my back and let the water wash down over me, while an orgasm built inside me. Every flick, every lick, every suck drove me higher and higher, closer and closer. This was more than just pleasure, it was intimacy between two people who cared for each other. Who had been through an ordeal and survived.
Every moment showed how we felt about each other. I trusted him with all of my intimate places, inside and out.
"Danec," I breathed. I moaned so loudly the whole ship might hear, if the walls weren't thick enough to keep in the sound. "Yes…" I cried out as I came, hard and fast, my body rocking, grinding against his mouth.
