They had just returned from the beach and were hot from the sun and for each other. Deciding to fall immediately into bed or taking a shower first was difficult. The shower won. The cubicle was large enough, so she invited him to join her. They soaped each other, taking longer with some anatomy. Hot water streamed down their bodies, turning them even further on. They tasted each others skin, lips and tongues. He stroked her flat stomach, moving slowly down until they reached her dark triangle and spots she was reacting to with moans. He kissed her breasts. Her breath was going faster. Unconscious she opened her legs for him. He was ready to take her. He lifted her easily, leaning her against the wall and entered her. She closed her legs around his hips. Both were groaning. His strokes were slow and languid. She bit into his shoulder and scratched his back, because he kept her in suspense. She would have preferred a faster pace. He cried out, a mix of pain and passion, but still took his time. When she thought she couldn't take it any longer, he moved quicker and quicker, harder and harder until both climaxed.
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