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bedrooms. I walked into the one that was furthest from the elevator; it had a large bed, fireplace, a large closet and a cozy chase by a window that took up the entire far wall. It was done in deep reds, and black.
    Dean’s hand slowly slipped between my arm and side, and he hugged me as I looked out the large window at the view of the city. He placed his hand on my stomach and pulled me back against his chest, his faint cologne wafting softly into my nose. I closed my eyes when I felt his lips on my neck; he kissed my ear lobe, softly clenching it between his teeth before kissing my shoulder.
    “Do you still want to take a shower?” He asked , and even though I couldn’t see his smile, I knew that those sexy simples would have been flirting with me.
    I let a smile spread across my lips , my eyes still closed, as I slid my hands up and down his firm forearms. My senses were so overwhelmed with this comforting. All these weeks being surrounded by gray metal, and away from the sunshine, no human contact that wasn’t stolen in seconds of solitude, and no comforts of home, not even a carpet in the birthing. Now here I was surrounded by beautiful things, luxurious things that I’d never seen before… and being caressed by the man I’d been fantasizing about for the last few weeks.
    Dean tightened his arms about my waist and pressed forward, still holding me unyielding against his front; he walked us into the bathroom. It was stark white, with elegant black accents here and there, a black toilet and sink. It had what looked like a marble tub, but I thought might be granite; it was huge and sat in the center of the room, the black and white granite flooding over to line the bottom of a glass enclosed shower that had two shower heads.
    Dean reached into the shower and turned on both heads before stripping his shirt over his head, his muscles flexing slightly with the movement. He turned to me, and wrapping his arms around me and kissed me softly before looking down at my face. I placed my hands on his chest lightly and stared at them against his bare skin for a moment before I looked up into his dark eyes and pressed my lips against his again. I watched his face carefully as he took my shirt over my head, his eyes open slightly, and resumed kissing me before he did away with my jeans.
    W hile Dean removed the rest of his clothes I stepped into the shower and adjusted the water, the warm steam engulfing me. I stood under it with my eyes closed, letting it fall over my face; it felt glorious to be under fresh water, and not the harsh drying water that was on the ship. I jumped a little when Dean’s careful fingers touched the scar below my tattoo, I turned around to look at him, and there was a question in his eyes for only a second before his mouth was on mine again. I felt tears threaten suddenly, and unexpectedly, but I fought them off; I moved my hands along Dean’s shoulders, made silky from the steam and water; and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him to me.
    My breasts pressed agains t him fully and I moaned into his mouth when his hands found my rear and squeezed it hard, pulling and molding me to fit his hands. His beautiful pink cock was magnificent as it stood perfectly erect and pressed into my hip; I wrapped my hand around it and slid my hand up and down once before releasing him again and running my hand back up his stomach, chest, and around his neck. He looked into my eyes, his blonde hair collecting droplets of water, I felt the need to tell him everything that had happened to me, explain to him why I was feeling this way. But I didn’t allow myself, I didn’t want to let him in, I didn’t want to let anyone in, not yet.
    I slid my hand down his shoulder and along his arm as I leaned my head back against the cool glass wall. I left my hips pressed to his, and his hands held them as his thumbs lazily stroked the sensitive skin at my hip bones. I stared at him through the steam; his lean torso was