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The dark red syrup and cooked-down berries were smeared up and down the length of his dick.

He jumped as she had when the coolness hit him.

“Damn,” he said.

“Now you know. Lie back and enjoy,” she said.

She looked up and saw him on his elbows getting ready to watch the show.

Leaning over on her hands, her breasts were hanging down, her nipples grazing the hair on his legs and offering up even more of an erotic sensation to their playtime.

She dropped her head down, her tongue coming out for the first lick.

She got some of his dew in with the berries and the sweet and salty combination was oddly enjoyable.

She was so focused on cleaning everything up that she’d put on him that she didn’t realize how close he was to coming when she covered him completely with her mouth for one more quick pass.

Thankfully she was deep enough because he started to squirt out fast and she was a little more prepared than last time and swallowed quickly, then did it again before she pulled back.

“Sorry,” he said. “It happened before I could stop it.”

She started to laugh at the sweat on his brow. “Yeah, I know that feeling too,” she said. “And with the fruit, it tasted much better. It was easier too. Maybe I should do that more.”

“I’m not sure I’d survive if you did this more than once a year,” he said.

He did look gutted, then pulled her up so that she was across his chest. “It was pretty wonderful huh?”

“Yeah. Getting dirty isn’t that bad of a thing.”

“No,” she said. “Not when we work together to clean it up.”

She said it so softly she wondered if he got the meaning behind her words.

Together they had to clean up the mess they’d made of things the first time around.

“Just remember that,” he said, standing up.

Guess he did.

“We should probably take a shower. I’m still sticky.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

He picked her up. Cradling her in his arms. She felt small when he did things like this.

Like he was protecting her. She never liked feeling vulnerable, but with Gabe, she was slowly accepting that she had no control over those reactions.

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FIRST STEP

Gabe was drying his hair after Elise left the bathroom.

He was only running a towel through it and then would comb it.

She hadn’t washed her hair like him. He needed the extra time alone to get his heart under control.

For weeks now he was positive he was falling in love with her.

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