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She had to swal ow back her lust before she could speak the next words.
"Your
pants now," she said, watching intently as he lowered his ski pants and thermal underwear at the same time until he stood before her in sleek black boxer briefs that hugged his ass as wel as the erection growing in

front. She had to bite back a gasp at the sight of that arousing bulge.

"Al That’s left are the panties, snowflake." He gave his head a lecherous tilt, punctuating the words with a grin.

Laura’s whole body pulsed with need now, so she didn't hesitate, pushing the cotton to her knees, then letting them fal the rest of the way. His gaze dropped unabashedly to her pussy.

"You now," she said. "Drop 'em."

He had to lift the elastic over his cock to lower his underwear, and she couldn't hold back her gasp this time, reminded anew of what a magnificent

male organ he possessed.

"After you," he offered.

Laura stepped into the shower that was big enough to walk around with ease and sported a built-in marble bench at one end as wel as marble

shelves at different heights. Braden fol owed, turning on the overhead nozzle. "Do you like it warm or do you like it hot?" he asked with a glance in her direction.

"Just warm, I'm afraid."

He winked. "No worries. I can get you hot in other ways."

She was
already
hot inside, her temperature climbing higher with each passing second. Her eyes were drawn back to Braden's enormous cock—it

was difficult to believe she'd managed to handle it. But she wanted it again anyway, and soon.

"Come here, honey," he said from beneath the spray, and taking her hand, he drew her into the warm flow of water, letting it wet her breasts, bel y, and lower. He slid his dampened palms from her hips upward to stroke her breasts, then bent to kiss her mouth.

Just like the previous night and this morning, Braden's kiss was at once easy and stunning, heightening every other sensation. She lifted her hands

to his shoulders, let the kiss swal ow her, let his tongue capture hers. When it final y ended, they both let out breathy sighs, and she couldn't help thinking that even Braden seemed affected. He'd probably kissed hundreds of women, so it imbued her with unexpected power to think hers might

actual y be special in some way.

"Mmm," he sighed. "You make it hard to go slow."

She tilted her head. "Do we have to? Go slow?"

He offered a solemn nod. "Yes."

"Why?" She bit her lip and felt heat rising to her cheeks with the realization that he'd gotten her in the mood for something hard and fast.

"Because I want to wash you."

"Oh . . ."The word left her in an airy sound, her body tingling from the promise as he reached to one of the shelves lining the dark marble wal s.

He picked up a familiar sponge—the same she'd used—and squeezed her pink body wash onto it, fil ing the shower with the scent of fresh

raspberries. He squished the sponge in his fist and white suds, sparkling like Colorado snow beneath the sun, oozed out.

With one strong hand, Braden drew her arm toward him to run the soapy sponge up its inner side. Somehow, her cunt rippled simply from that. He

didn't stop there, though, gliding it onto her breast and around in a smooth circle that nearly stole her breath. "Oh," she said again, off balance from the heady sensation, and he steadied her with a palm at her hip. "You have a way with a sponge, Mr. Stone," she added with a slightly

embarrassed laugh.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he teased, but his eyes were al fire as he drew the sponge slowly around the other breast, leaving a trail of thick white suds behind.

Next, he grazed her stomach, swiping slowly back and forth and making her yearn for it to go lower. Which is when it did—right between her thighs.

She sucked in her breath, parted her legs, and watched as he moved the sponge up and down, every brush stimulating her swol en clitoris. "Mmm,"

she moaned, her eyes fal ing shut to the heavenly sensation.

"You look so good in soap suds, baby," he breathed over her hotly. "Want to hear a confession?" she asked, peering up at him.

His eyes lit up. "Always."

"The first time I took a shower here, after we'd been . . . you know . . . talking on the computer ... I got excited, thinking about you, and I wondered if you'd like seeing me this way, al wet and soapy."

"Unh—you just made me harder, honey," he said. "And I have a confession, too.
I fantasized
about you, al soaped up for me. But the real thing is even better." With that, he thrust the sponge back on the shelf and let his hands close over her soap-covered breasts.

"So slick," he murmured, massaging them. "Slick and sudsy and beautiful." His erection pressed into her stomach, and she couldn't resist curling her hand around it. His groan fil ed her with the need to pleasure him more deeply.

On impulse, she reached for the sponge he'd abandoned and ran it up his rigid length. "Aw, baby," he growled. He stil caressed her wet breasts, peered longingly into her eyes. But then his gaze dropped to the two soapy bodies touching amid the suds, and hers did, too.

She ran the sponge in a circle around his shaft, then slid it underneath to his bal s. Yet another deep moan left him through clenched teeth, and she

wondered if it was possible for her to come just from touching
him.
In addition to gliding the soft sponge between his legs, she swiped it over his chest, stomach, his muscular arms. Then she spun him around to wash his back and discovered as she moved lower that he possessed—not

surprisingly—a fabulous round, firm ass, which also got cleaned.

The more she explored, the more she wanted him. The hel with chatting by the fire—she wanted him to fuck her hard and deep. "I want you," she heard herself murmur, leaning into him from behind. "I want your big, beautiful cock inside me." She reached around to caress it between sponge and hand.

His voice came deep, strained. "Not yet, baby."

She couldn't hide her frustration. "Why not?"

He spoke over his shoulder. "Because I want to do more."

She sucked in her breath, only half appeased, as her cunt ached with need.

"You'l get what you want eventual y," he promised. "But first, we do things my way."

He sounded so sure, so confident—she didn't even think about protesting further. "Okay."

"Good girl," he whispered, then turned, lowering a kiss to her forehead.

Taking the sponge from her hand, he set it aside, then drew her halfway beneath the water. As soon as the spray had cleared the soap from the

juncture of her thighs, he gently pushed her back against the cool marble wal .

He dropped to his knees and used one hand to part her legs, and she shivered with the realization of what was coming. "I want to taste this sweet pussy," he said, then sank his tongue eagerly into her slit.

"Unh!" she cried as the pleasure shot through her.

He licked her again, and again, tongue and mouth eagerly working at her folds.

"Oh God, yes," she whispered, "yes," because if she'd thought Braden's
hands
were skil ed . . . wel , his
tongue
almost put them to shame. He lapped deeply at her most intimate flesh before capturing her engorged clit between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Her hands clutched at his

head, and when she found the strength to glance down, he was peering heatedly up at her. "So good," she told him, her legs rapidly weakening beneath her. She wasn't sure she'd ever been eaten while standing up before.

Soon, he ran his tongue in languid circles around the hot little nub of flesh, almost as if he were French-kissing it, and Laura thought she'd col apse from the pure pleasure. She heard her breath coming heavier, felt her body nearing that crucial apex, gave one more thought to how mind-blowing it

was that she had this man in this shower in this mountainside home so far away from her own, then tumbled into utter ecstasy. She cried out as the

heat streamed down along with the water, the spasms making her clutch at his shoulders as they washed through her. "Oh God, baby, oh God!"

And then she
was
col apsing, her knees gently giving way—but Braden eased her down onto the marble floor, her legs bent in front of her.

Their eyes locked. His shone glassy. She was stil busy trying to catch her breath, but she lifted her hands to his face and kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue between his lips. She shouldn't have been surprised to taste herself there, but she was—at once slightly put off but also aroused, deeply.

"I want you in my mouth," she said. She'd never felt hungrier in her life.

He only grunted in reply, clearly excited, and she said, stil breathless, "Stand up."

Laura had never real y minded going down on a guy as part of foreplay, but this was different. For the first time in her life, she truly wanted it. Had to have it. Had to have Braden's cock in her mouth.

He pushed to his feet, his eyes wild with anticipation now, and Laura moved to her knees. The water no longer hit either of them, but Braden's

perfect shaft stood wetly at attention. She didn't hesitate to drag one long, slow lick from the base to the head, relishing how rock-hard he felt on her tongue. He moaned, his fingertips gently stroking her cheeks as he peered down at her.

Biting her lower lip, she looked back at him for a moment, but then dropped her gaze to the task before her. Curling one hand warmly around his

glistening length, she slid her tongue around the head, lightly tasting the semen gathered there, then sank her mouth over him.

She held steady, testing, weighing—could she do this? Could she

handle something so enormous in her mouth? Certainly, she couldn't take al of it—a physical impossibility—but she wanted to pleasure him as

deeply as possible, so that meant swal owing as
much
of him as possible.

She lowered her lips, letting the thickness of him stretch her mouth, fil her. Above her, he moaned, and it encouraged her to take more, a little more, and then even a little more.

His breath rained down heavy, labored, and he whispered, "Baby ... oh baby ... so fucking good ... so deep ... so deep."

Maybe other women didn't try this hard, and it pleased her immensely that he thought her a skil ed lover. It also persuaded her to press herself a bit farther, until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She worked hard to relax the muscles there—and then she began to move. Up and

down. Taking him in and out. Never as deep as that first, slow, stil descent, yet as far as she comfortably could, continuing to push herself with each stroke.

"Oh yeah, honey, suck me. Suck my cock. You suck it so good"

She'd never particularly enjoyed such talk before, but from Braden she did. Perhaps since they'd met through sex, since everything they'd shared

was
about
sex, it made it okay for this to be about nothing more than animal impulses, carnal desires, raw, unadorned, and dirty. She'd never known dirty could be so good.

She continued working over his erection, caressing his bal s with her hand, listening to his sounds of hot delight from above. She couldn't remember

a time when she'd felt so energetic, so unfettered, free to fol ow urges without worrying what anyone would think or how she would feel afterward.

Her experiences with Braden and the webcam had been a difficult initiation to such feelings, but knowing it had brought her here made it

worthwhile.

"Baby," he growled lowly, his hands in her hair. "Baby, stop now."

When she ignored him, he gently lifted her head until she was forced to release him. She peered up, wondering why he'd stopped her, and

wondering if her lips looked as stretched and swol en as they felt.

"I don't want to come yet" he said, his voice dark with passion. "I want to lick your hot little cunt again."

She felt her face flush with heat. "But I already came.
So
good," she said, remembering the force of the orgasm. "I want to make
you
come now."

But above her, Braden simply shook his head, silently reminding her that he was cal ing the shots here, and that she'd agreed to let him do so.

"I want to lick you again," he repeated, "because this time its going to be different."

She blinked up at him. "Different how?"

"I want to real y
see
your cunt, honey. Want to
really feel
it. I want you to shave your pussy for me, Laura." Laura swal owed, hard.

She knew some women did that—women in porn magazines, and in the erotic story she'd read the other night. But she'd certainly never thought

about doing it herself. Something about it seemed . .. beyond risqué. But then again, everything about this trip had gone beyond risqué, days ago.

She pushed slowly to her feet, final y forgetting about his cock for a minute, so that they were face to face. "It would be more arousing to you . . .

bare?"

He gave a short, simple nod. "I want to see al of you."

She tried to swal ow back the various sorts of nervousness suddenly striking her. "I've never . . . shaved there before."

"Then you'd better be careful," he said, voice deep, commanding. He stepped up close to her and slipped his hand between her legs to cup her. "I want you to be as slick and smooth as a peeled peach."

Laura drew in a deep, fortifying breath. Part of her was scared to death. But she tried to tel herself that was the old, conservative her— not the new, wild, sensual her that Braden had unleashed.

"Wh-where should I. . . ?" she began brokenly.

He pointed toward the marble bench. Two disposable razors and a can of shaving cream sat in the corner. She'd noticed the smal mirror near the

nozzle, and that Braden had left for skiing this morning cleanshaven, so obviously he shaved in the shower.

As she walked toward the built-in bench, situated at the opposite end from the flow of water, she asked herself if she could real y make herself do