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shower and adjusting the spray. When the water was warm enough to satisfy him, he lifted Anya up and stepped into the big shower with her. She slid down his body to stand in front of him and looked up at him.
His eyes had darkened to a deep chocolate and tiny lights of amber danced in the irises. Hunger deepened the lines of his face. When his mouth came down to hers she lifted her face to meet him, her lips slightly parted. Cupping her face in his big palms, he sucked lightly at her lower lip, pulling it gently and licking it with the tip of his tongue.
Heat shot through her, the walls of her cunt tingling and her nipples straining to press into his hard-muscled chest. He nibbled and sucked on her lip until every part of her body seemed to be on fire and her legs trembled. She gripped his upper arms, loving the feel of his skin as the water sluiced over it. When his tongue swept inside her mouth she met it with her own, dueling with him, sucking on it, pulling it deep inside the wet cavern. His hands slid up her ribs and around to cup her breasts. Thumbs chafed her already aching nipples. Anya pressed her body to his, the thickness of his cock pushing against her belly, searing her with its fiery touch.
Anya slipped one hand beneath him to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft, stroking it up and down as she'd done the night before, wringing a groan from deep in his throat. He bit down on her tongue and dragged his teeth across its surface before leaving her mouth to trail watery kisses the length of her jaw and down her neck. She rubbed her thumb over the velvety head of his cock, pressing lightly into the slit. Gus rocked his hips into her touch as he kissed his way down her neck to the pulse at her throat and down the valley between her breasts. Without warning he moved her hand away from him and lifted her to stand on the built-in bench. Dropping to his knees, he nudged her thighs apart and plunged his tongue through her wet curls to the already throbbing lips of her pussy. Anya had to 41
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brace herself on his shoulders as his very clever tongue plunged and licked and lapped, leaving no part of her cunt untouched.
She shook with need as tremors raced through her, fingernails digging into Gus'
shoulders as she sought to stay upright. The climax began to build low in her belly and she threw her head back, waiting for it to overtake her. But as she hung on the edge, Gus pulled back and abruptly turned her around. His fingers wrapped around hers as he raised her arms and placed her hands flat against the wall.
"Don't move," he rasped. "Stay just like that."
Anya closed her eyes and leaned into the wall, still shaking, and in a moment she felt Gus' strong hands rubbing lather into her neck and back muscles. She shivered as his fingers massaged and rubbed and worked out kinks she didn't even know she had. Then his hands moved to her ankles, rubbing and massaging, sweeping the length of her legs up and down, fingers just brushing at the slit beneath her curls. Gus put his lips close to her ear. "Take a deep breath, darlin'. I promise you this is going to feel real good."
His large hands palmed her buttocks, rubbing and kneading, before moving to rub the lather into the cleft between the cheeks. His fingers moved up and down, rubbing the length of the narrow valley, each time passing over the tight muscle of her anus. And each time she shivered, the pulse in her cunt beating heavily, an icy heat racing though her.
Do it!
She wanted to shout the words. Wanted to feel at least his fingers inside her. To embrace the darkly erotic feeling she knew was waiting for her just out of reach. And then he did it, pushing one finger past that clasping muscle, sliding the slickcoated digit into her rectum in a slow, steady glide. She sucked in her breath and tightened around him.
"Easy," he crooned. "Breathe easy, darlin'. This will make you feel really, really good."
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Anya sucked in a