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The sounds our flesh made were almost drowned out by the sounds coming out of her mouth, and mine. Sweat dripped down my body and mixed together with hers so that we were slick and shiny, our faces red, veins bulging as we tried our best to fuck each other into oblivion.

Eventually however, nature did what it does and I could feel the orgasm bearing down on me. “Fuck.” I breathed, as I closed my eyes, letting sensation overwhelm me. For a moment, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, all I could do was shake into completion.

I could feel her inner muscles clenching around me as if wanting to suck every last drop of come out of my dick. It was all I could do not to come again just from the thought. I collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her right into me, our bodies sticking together because of our other body fluids. We lay there panting, just trying to come down from the high.

This was the life.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

MARCO

Ithink I must have had a little nap, because I startled awake to find that Audry was tracing patterns over my abs. I turned my head to smile at her and she smiled back, but I knew all was not well on the ranch. I stroked her hair and looked into her eyes. “Before we start round two of our argument, how about we get in the shower first.”

Her smile widened. “That's a good idea. But I don't want to argue with you again. I do want to talk.”

I nodded. “Understood. Less arguing, more talking.”

I got up from the bed and held her hand out to her. She took it and I pulled her off the mattress. We walked hand in hand to the bathroom and got in the shower. I held her close to me, as the water beat down on us, and kissed her. I wasn't trying to start anything; I just wanted to kiss her for the sake of it.

I loved kissing her.

I loved the way she wrapped her arms around me, playing with the small hairs at the nape of my neck, before splaying her hands on my shoulders, and just holding on to me so tight. I lifted her up, widening my stance so I wouldn't slip and fall, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as we kissed some more.

Eventually I put her down, picked up the shampoo and began to wash her hair. It was like cuddling a beloved pet the way she leaned into my rubbing and scrubbing, making soft appreciative sounds in the back of her throat, and waking my libido up again.

Down boy.

Once I was done with her hair, she made me turn around so she could do mine. I had to bend over for her to reach it, but I didn't mind. Her washing my hair was just as much of a sensual experience for me as it was for her. We both took a loofah and began to wash each other's bodies. I could see that her nipples were peaked, her skin flushed and knew that she was just as aroused as I was.

She wrapped her hand around my dick soaping it lovingly, and I gasped throwing my head back as I basked in the sensation. She continued to stroke and caress me and because I'm not a selfish person I reached for her, tenderly rubbing her clit as we moaned in tandem.

When I felt her clench against my finger, I let go as well, come spurting upwards and coating our clean bodies. We both laughed, washing and rinsing off one more time before getting out of the shower. I blow-dried her hair so that it wasn't dripping wetly onto her shoulders, before we grabbed our bathrobes, put them on and flopped down on the bed.

We put our heads on the same pillow and she grinned up at me. “Happy?” She asked.

I didn't know what specifically she was referring to, but the answer was always going to be yes. I nodded.

"Good.” She put her head on my chest and began to trace patterns on my skin once again. I ran my fingers gently through her hair, and we lay quietly, just drying off.

“Marco?” She said finally.

“Yeah?”

“I know we have our issues and I know you're trying to protect me in your own way. But I need you to trust me too.”

My brow furrowed. “I do trust you.”

“If you trusted me you would let me make my own decisions and know that I had taken every contingency into account. I'm not trying to hurt myself or you.”

“I know. It's just hard… after having lost Amy because I took my eye off the ball, maybe I'm a little bit obsessive about keeping you safe.”

She snorted, “There's no maybe about it. You are an obsessive, possessive bastard.” She looked up at me with a grin, “I kinda like that about you.”

“Except when you don't.”

“True.” She said breezily, “but it doesn't have to be an insurmountable problem. We can work on it together.”

“I would like that very much. I love working on things with you.” I turned so that I could look her in the eye, “I love how your mind works, so analytical, just a stickler for detail, nothing gets by you. You're amazing.”

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