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He shook his head and stepped forward, not realizing he was moving until he was right in front of her. His brain had short-circuited at seeing her standing there. He couldn't stop his finger from reaching out to push the towel down slowly, exposing inch by delicious inch.
"No, I was getting it ready for you. Don't want you to catch a cold while on vacation, now do we?"
She sucked in a breath and let the towel drop, pink staining her cheeks and trailing down her chest to cover her breasts. Her hands wrapped around her stomach. Her nipples were a dusky rose, and he couldn't resist bending at the waist and flicking one with his tongue.
She gasped, and her hands waved to her sides. It was cute, like she didn't know whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. He straightened and stepped to the side.
"Your shower, Luce."
When he watched her walk to the shower, her ass swaying, his mouth went dry. This woman held a tether to him. He felt helpless as he followed her into the shower and stood in the door while she reached up and took the ponytail holder out of her hair.
The movement brought her breasts up more. Fuck. She'd hinted that sex was on the table for the duration of their vacation, and in this moment it was all he could think about.
He shoved his wet shorts down and stepped forward, pulling one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping. She arched her back, gasping his name and settling her hand on the back of his head.
He slid around her to sit on the shower bench and ran his hands up the outside of her thighs. Her skin was smooth as silk. He released her and looked up into her shining eyes.
"Tell me what you want, Luce." He wanted to make this good for her. He needed to.
She bit her lip as her eyes widened. Then she spread her legs further apart and blushed deeper.
"I—I want to feel your hands. All over. But especially there." His hands trailed over her ass and gave it a squeeze before sliding to the front. Her neatly waxed short mound of hair was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, shaped like a heart with the bottom tip pointing straight to her pussy.
He grazed his fingers down the short cropped patch and cupped her. Her hands settled on his shoulders as she ground onto his hand. Her mouth dropped open on a silent gasp, and her eyes fluttered. She was so responsive, and he easily dipped a finger into her slick folds.
He watched her facial expressions shift with every touch until he found the spot that made her moan and bite her lip. Then he pressed into it, slowly at first, over and over until she threw her head back, the water cascading over her hair and down her back.
Steam filled the room, but he never took his eyes off her. She was moaning softly, her eyes closed as she rode his hand. He flicked her clit with his thumb, two fingers inside, and she splintered in his arms.
She shook, her knees giving way, and he pulled her forward. He held her with one arm and felt her pulsing around his fingers. He was rock hard, but the beauty in his arms had him captivated.
"God, Lucy, do you know how beautiful you are? When you come like that, your little moans, the way you pulse around my fingers. It makes me want to turn you around and slide home."
She moaned and swayed in his arms. She squeezed his fingers tighter, and he curled them, making her gasp.
"Then do it," she demanded, raking her nails on his biceps where she hung on tight. "Fuck me, Mason."
He kissed her hard, their lips molding and his tongue diving inside. It wasn't gentle. No, this was raw and desperate. He needed her so much it scared him.
He broke the kiss and stood, spinning her around. Her hands landed on the bench, and she wiggled her ass at him. He grabbed his dick and at the first touch of her entrance, he groaned.
"Fuck, Lucy. Tell me what you want."
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes half-closed with desire as she spread her legs wider. "Fuck me already."
His vision swam as he pushed just the tip in. She clenched, and he grabbed her hip with the other hand. "How do you want it? Hard and fast? Slow and steady?"
He wanted to give her exactly what she needed.
She dipped her head and faced forward again, breaking eye contact. "Nice and slow at first while I get used to you."
He gritted his teeth and eased in. She stretched and melted around him. Every gasp made him jump inside her. He pulled out almost all the way, then eased in deeper, one slow inch at a time.
She arched her back and lowered her head to her hands on the bench. The angle changed, and he went deep all the way to the hilt. He groaned and pulled out a little, then drove back in.
He held still, hoping he hadn't cracked a tooth from clenching his teeth and trying desperately to keep it slow and steady the way she wanted. Then she squeezed him.
"Holy hell," he whispered. He set up a slow rhythm, plunging into the wet heat that gripped him so tight. When he bottomed out, he paused for a heartbeat before pulling out slowly.
