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words on the tape, when he’d said being inside me was like coming home. At that moment, I knew exactly what he meant.
    He held still, lodged completely inside me, as his eyes locked onto mine. “Els,” he breathed when I squeezed his cock. “Do it again.” I don’t know how he held still, but he didn’t move a muscle when my vaginal walls squeezed him over and over, though the expression on his face was euphoric torment.
    Then he started to move a bit at a time until he was pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in. His eyes held mine the entire time and the intimacy spurred on my building orgasm.
    Just as I was getting close, he pulled out.
    I gave him a disgruntled look. “Why are you stopping?”
    “Time for a shower.” His chest was heaving as he helped me down from the counter.
    “Why are we stopping?” I insisted as we stepped into the bathtub and turned on the water.
    The water hit his back, shielding me from the initial temperature change. “I want to make this last,” he said, running his fingers along my lower lip.
    I bit him. “You’re just trying to torture me.”
    He grinned. “Hey, you’ve already come once, remember?”
    “I guess so.” I spun us around so that the water was hitting my back and reached for the body wash. I poured some into my hand and rubbed it onto the wide expanse of his chest, soaping his dark hair. My hands ventured down, rubbing along the deep ridges of his six-pack.
    “Mmm, go lower,” he said. “I’m really, really dirty down there.”
    I held his thick cock in my hand and used the body wash to stroke him from the base to the tip and back down again. He groaned as the water washed away the soap and created more friction.
    “My turn,” he said and soaped me up, spending extra time on each of my breasts, massaging them tenderly. He lifted my leg so that my foot lay on the side of the tub and got on his knees to wash between my legs, running his fingers to the crease of my ass, the tip of his finger pausing at my anus, then sliding back to the front. When the soap had all washed off, he dipped his head and flicked his tongue on my clit.
    Then he stood up, towering over me, and swiveled me around so that my back was to the cool wall. He held my wrists above my head with one hand while the other lifted my thigh. He thrust his cock into me as we kissed, holding me in place with his entire body. His shaft rubbed my clit as it slid in and out, creating the most delicious sensation. He let my wrists go and hooked both hands under my knees, lifting me up and bearing all of my weight as he pounded into me.
    “God, you feel so good,” he said between his teeth.
    My lips traveled all over his face, kissing the cleft on his chin and along the stubble of his square jaw. He was everything and everywhere and I loved him and cradled him like we had no tomorrow.
    When I felt his muscles tightening, I squeezed harder and sped up my own impending orgasm. He was breathing hard, continuing to plunge into me even as he came. “I love you so damn much, Elsie,” he rasped and I climaxed with his words, my insides trembling as intensely as the emotions roiling through me.
    I laid my head on his shoulder, overwhelmed with love for the man. He was my beginning, my middle, and my end.
     
    We made love on my bed once more before we fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. My body was tired but it was my heart that bore the most fatigue. I was glad that sleep stole me away because I was sure I’d have stayed awake the entire night, trying to second-guess my decision to move.
    In the morning I woke to soft kisses traveling across my shoulder. When I opened my eyes, I found Henry clamping his mouth around my breast and laving it with his tongue. “Morning,” he said against my skin with a sexy grin, his hair messy from sleep.
    “Morning.” I arched my back and stretched, and he continued his adoration of my body, moving his attention to the other breast. He slipped his arms