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“Here you go,” I say, stepping into the shower and turning the water on.

“Do you need to clean up, too?” Zara asks, looking at me from under the rainfall jets.

“Not really,” I admit. “I just wanted to be alone with you. But if you don’t want me here, I can leave.”

I almost expect her to tell me to go, but she smiles. “I was hoping to be alone with you too, Chance.”

It’s all I need to hear. My lips find hers as I hold her face with my hands. She parts for me, warm, soft, inviting. I kiss her hard, my tongue caressing hers, my hands traveling down her shoulders as I push her against the tiled wall of the shower.

Zara doesn’t shy away from me. She gives as good as she gets. She matches every stroke of my tongue, every graze of my teeth. Her delicate hands feel their way down my chest, causing goosebumps to scatter in their wake. I’m obsessed with her. Her beauty, her mouth, her sexy body in this red bikini.

“This ok?” I check, pulling slightly on the strings tied behind her neck.

I want her so badly, I can barely fucking breathe; but I would never rush her, or try to take something she doesn’t want to give.

She nods, her teeth scraping on her bottom lip. Her pupils are blown, her chest is heaving and she’s so hot I almost can’t take it.

I give that red string a final pull, and her bikini top falls down, revealing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen.

My mouth leaves hers and I rain down open-mouthed kisses down the swell of her tits, feeling their weight in my hands.

“Oh.” She closes her eyes when I tease her hard nipple with the pad of my thumb.

I repeat the move, pinching it between my fingers when she moans her approval.

I close my mouth over one of the pebbled peaks, swirling my tongue around it.

“That feels good, Chance.”

The sounds of my name on her lips is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I need to hear it again. I want her to beg me for more.

I tease her again, sucking and scraping my teeth over her nipples, alternating between them.

“You taste so good, baby.” I press her further against the wall, pulling on the second string that keeps her bikini top hanging down her chest. “That looked good on you, but it looks even better on the floor.” I chuckle when the sopping wet garment lands on the shower floor in a sodden heap.

The feeling of her wet skin against mine goes straight to my cock, and I grind my hips. “Zara, can you feel what you do to me?”

Her hand sneaks between us and she rubs my hard-on through the fabric of my swimming trunks. “You do the same to me. You make me so wet.”

“And here I was thinking it was the shower,” I chuckle, running a finger on her lower stomach, along the band of her bikini bottoms.

She laughs at my lame joke. “You know what I mean.”

I know exactly what she means, but all my blood has migrated south and all I can think is that I want more. I need more.

When I followed her into the shower, I didn’t really have a plan other than kissing her again. Now that we’re here, with very little separating our bodies, I want everything she’s willing to give.

“Zara, I want to make you come. Will you let me?”

I see a flicker of doubt in the green depths of her eyes, and I think I might have fucked up. Maybe I pushed her too far.

Her answer surprises me. “Only if I can make you come too.”

Sweet Jesus. My cock throbs in response, clearly on board with the idea.

I’m dying to pick her up and fuck her against the wall of the shower floor, with the warm water falling down on us.

There should be condoms in the small shower cabinet by the control panel. The twins used to keep it stocked in case one of them wanted to get their freak on during one of the epic beach parties they were known for throwing. I’ve taken advantage of that supply a few times myself once I was old enough to be allowed at those parties.

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