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brain took complete leave and all he could think of was tasting every corner of her body
and finally being inside her.
And hadn t that been the most glorious experience. Holy Christ. She tasted like
every kind of sin and pleasure in the world and felt like it too.
How could he find the best way to tell her that the women he d been having
disconnected sex with and that was all it was these days had starved themselves and
over-exercised to where they were nothing but hard muscle and bones. It was like
taking a piece of stone to bed and worrying all the time if one push would break every
bone in your body or cut into your skin. Grace was like a sexy cloud, ripe and mature
with the right curves.
Her age never entered the equation, not as far as he was concerned. After the past
few years he felt older and far more used up than her forty-four years. Besides that,
there was something so fresh and appealing about her, something that chiseled at the
stone where his heart lay.
Sex with her was like nothing else he d ever experienced. Glorious. Fulfilling. For
the first time in as long as he could remember, he actually lost himself in the act and it
was so much more than he d hoped for. All he d wanted was one night with her but
now he knew it wouldn t be close to enough. The list of things he wanted to do to her
with her unreeled endlessly in his mind. The trick would be to convince her.
And to find out how hard and how far he could push her.
At least for the time he was here. He d make that perfectly clear. But Jesus, he
wanted her in his bed every one of those nights.
He turned on the water in the shower enclosure, waited until it had reached the
right temperature, then stepped inside, still holding Grace. Her head was leaning on his
shoulder, her eyes closed and he wondered if she d fallen asleep. But when he set her
on her feet, her eyes opened and a sly smile quirked at her mouth.
 Is this where I get to wash your body?
 Uh-uh, darlin . This is where I get to rub lather all over yours, paying careful
attention to all the tempting crevices.
 No fair, she told him.  I want to have fun too.
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 Oh trust me. He licked the edges of her mouth then sipped gently from her
shower-misted lips.  You ll have plenty of that. I promise you.
He turned her slowly beneath the soft spray until her skin glistened with drops of
water, then took the soap and worked up a thick lather with his hands.
 Don t move, he commanded.  Just enjoy.
He took his time working the lather into her skin, starting with her shoulders then
moving down her arms to her wrists. When he locked his soapy fingers with hers a
strange feeling danced through him, one he did not want to identify. Sex, he told
himself. I want to have sex with this woman again and again. Sex. Just sex. Anything else
would open a gate to a road he d ridden before and still had the scars to prove it.
Her skin was soft and supple, not hard and overused like most of the women he d
taken to his bed. It rippled beneath his touch like the finest silk. Her hips flared out
from the indentation of her waist like a lush goddess, her thighs firm and full. Even her
ankles and knees were tempting and exciting.
He nearly lost his concentration when he applied the lather to the rounded cheeks
of her ass, trailing his fingers through the cleft and pausing just for an instant at the tiny
opening of her anus. God, how he d love to fuck her there. To plunge his cock into that
hot, dark tunnel and ride her until she screamed her completion. He wondered if
anyone had ever breached that opening or if he could be the first. If she d let him. His
cock hardened at the images that conjured up in his mind.
 Turn around, he told her in a thick voice.
Leaning her against the shower wall, he began the application of soapy lather on
the front of her body, massaging it into her full breasts, tweaking the nipples and
playfully dabbing bubbles on each. He tormented himself by crouching down and
going directly to her ankles, bypassing her cunt although it beckoned him like a
seductive drug. When he reached the tops of her thighs and ran his thumbs along the
crease where hip and thigh joined, her breathing hitched and she widened her stance in
silent urging.
When he plunged his soapy fingers between her folds, the walls of her vagina
clamped down on him, pulling at him, and he felt them fluttering.
Jesus. This was the most responsive woman he d ever met. Nothing was calculated
or planned. She just& was. Despite the massive orgasms they d just shared, she was
riding the curve of ecstasy again, the flutters growing harder and faster. A tiny moan
whispered over her lips as she squeezed her thighs around his wrist.
He was surprised when she grabbed his hand and jerked it away.
 My turn. Her voice was breathless.  Stand still and don t move.
It was difficult to do as she ran her delicate fingers over his body, rubbing here,
teasing there, dragging her nails over his hard nipples and down through the hair to his
groin. When she lathered his rigid, ready cock, paying special attention to the head and
the slit, he had to bite his tongue to retain some semblance of control. But when she
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reached between his legs to cup his balls, manipulating them with her fingers, he pulled
away, moving her to the side.
 That s it, he groaned.
Opening the shower door, he reached for the condom he d dropped onto the vanity,
ripped open the foil and rolled it onto his erection in record time. With the strength that
he d acquired fighting the massive bulls, he lifted Grace as if she weighed nothing and
impaled her on his penis, filling her with one hard, quick thrust.
 Wrap your legs around me, he commanded.
She slid them up his hips and locked her ankles at the small of his back, pulling him
tight against her. Pressing her to the wall, he slammed in and out of her as if his life
depended on it. His head dropped enough for him to take one rosy nipple into his
mouth, sucking it hard and pressing it against the roof of his mouth before clamping it
between his teeth.
Back and forth his hips pistoned. She met him thrust for thrust, a high, keening
sound rising from her throat, her hands clutching his shoulders to keep her balance. He
felt the orgasm rising within him, sending lightning streaks along his spine and
tightening his balls.
Feeling her pulse around him, he took them both over the edge, the slick walls of
her cunt pulling at him and milking him through the thin latex. He took her mouth in a
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