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you, and for you to relax.” He then gave an exaggerated huff and said in a serious tone, “But I guess sacrifices must be made in the call of duty.” He pushed down his jeans and kicked them to the side.
    I giggled, “Life must be so hard for you, Mr. Fisher.” I slowly ran my fingers first down his hard, smooth pecks, then down his ripped six-pack abs, and then slowly back up and across his broad muscular shoulders.
    “ I know,” he said in a slow and ragged voice. “It’s not every day you’re forced to get in a bathtub with the naked hot girl of your dreams.” He pulled me towards his half-naked body and I felt his hard erection against my thigh, which ignited a growing need at the pit of my stomach.
    “Who said I was going to be naked?” I laughed.
    “I did,” Brandon said as he pulled my shirt off me. Then his lips and tongue gently traced an invisible line across my bared neck and shoulders as he slowly pulled down my bra straps. A second later, I felt my bra fall to the ground and I inhaled sharply as his wet lips found their way to one of my breast as his hand kneaded the other. My body arched against his touch as my hands grabbed tightly onto his rich, brown hair, urging for him lower to explore more of me.
    Brandon looked up at me, his eyes glinting with sparks of desire. “Let’s slow it down.” His voice was ragged and I knew he didn’t mean it.
    As if confirming my thoughts, he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my legs. His face lingered in front of my panties as he breathed me in. “The things I could do to you, Emma.” I could hear the need and restraint in his voice, and I felt all my blood rushing down between my legs, towards the exact spot that was currently inches away from his lips. I moaned as I felt his hot breath on my inner thigh. He slowly pulled down my panties and looked up at me, his smoldering, brown eyes were wild with hot intensity.
    “I need you now,” I begged as I backed up against the wall and spread my legs wider, desperate for a part of him to be inside of me. He gently ran his fingertips up the inner parts of my leg towards my pleasure spot, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt two of his rough, skilled fingers enter me and I cried out in pleasure.
    “Fuck, you’re so wet, ” he groaned. He moved his fingers in and out of me with increasing momentum as his tongue explored and tasted me. My body convulsed as the ripples of pleasure built inside me. “God, Brandon. I’m about to come,” I moaned.
    “Yes, come for me, baby,” he growled as he watched my body quiver with pleasure.
    “But … but I want you inside me. I want you to come with me.” My voice was shaky and I gasped each time his fingers entered me , each time a little deeper and more forceful than the last.
    “Don’t worry. We’ll have time for that.” I met his wild, intense gaze as I felt my body spasm into ecstasy. “Oh. God. Brandon,” I screamed as my body tightened around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed through me. Finally, I felt my body grow limp as I held onto him.
    “I love it when you come.” Brandon grinned as he slowly removed his fingers from inside me and licked them, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now let’s get you in that bathtub before I can’t bear it anymore and take you against the bathroom wall.”
    Even in the fog of my delirious comedown from pleasure, I was turned on by his words and wanted every inch of him to be inside me—deep inside me. My breath caught as I watched his manhood spring out into view as he pulled down his boxer brief. He was very hard. He was very ready. I felt myself tighten in anticipation below. I was ready for him.
    We stepped into the tub and as I sunk into the hot water, I sighed as I felt my body instantly relax. Brandon faced me from the other side of the tub and our legs entangled around each other. We smiled at each other, and I realized how happy he made me.
    “You’re amazing, Brandon Fisher,” I whispered.