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His callused hands slid up her ribs to cup a full, round breast in each hand and squeezed them gently, which made her moan softly in pleasure. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, slid them up his neck, and pulled him to her for a kiss.

She turned to him. “Can I bathe you?”

At his nod, she reached for the soap and washcloth and worked it into a lather while he wet his hair. She smiled up at him and started at his shoulders. She scrubbed them gently then down each arm and over his wide chest. She let out a sigh of feminine appreciation as she admired his assets.

Her body was swamped with desire. But also mixed with it was a

territoriality she would have been hard-pressed to explain. He was hers, all hers.

A little guilty for feeling that way about someone who was so strong and self-possessed, she glanced up at his face and saw a similar emotion in his eyes. Lust was there, too, unmistakably, but she also had the feeling he saw her as his, all his. She was good with that and smiled deviously at him as she slid the washcloth over his ribs and abdomen.

Instead of trailing farther south where he would have liked her to go, she slipped under his arm to his back and scrubbed it good and hard, just the way he liked it, judging by his groans of approval. He pulled his hair out of the way, and she scrubbed his shoulders and even under his arms.





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Slowly ran the washcloth over one of his ass cheeks, she knelt on the tiles beside him. Her fingers slithered through the suds along with the washcloth as she tended to one long, muscular leg, then the other. She bent over and scrubbed his feet as well. Rachel stood with his help and gazed up into his clear gray eyes as she stood at his side and washed his ass cheeks.

Her fingers and the washcloth slipped into the cleft and slid down. Eli gave a low soft groan as her fingers, covered in the washcloth, delved over that forbidden, sensitive region again and again. He tilted his head back, and he moaned quietly as she swept her finger gently over his perineum. It felt very naughty and sexy to do this for him, and she was turned on as she watched how it affected him. She swept over the whole area again with the washcloth before coming to stand in front of him at his other side.

His hand swept over her shoulder, and she asked, “Am I making you feel good?”

“Honey, you know you are. I’m still tingling,” he murmured huskily.

She lathered the washcloth again and smoothed soap over his lower abdomen. Her touch made his abs ripple as the washcloth slid lower. With great care, she washed his balls lovingly, but thoroughly, until he was panting for breath and murmuring her name over and over again.

“Will it hurt if I use the washcloth here?” she whispered sexily as she ran a finger slowly up the underside of his very rigid cock.

“No, just be gentle when I’m hard like this or use your hand if you want. Or bo—th,” he replied shakily as she gently washed the short, crisp hairs around his cock and then smoothed the washcloth along his length, wrapping her hand in the washcloth around him. After a few strokes that way, she rinsed the washcloth quickly and said, “You can wash your hair while I finish this, can’t you? Then we can get in bed.”

She applied more bodywash to her palm and lathered her hands. He poured shampoo in his hand and watched her movements as he began to lather his hair. She knew he always took a couple of minutes to wash his hair very thoroughly. Once he closed his eyes and began scrubbing, she wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. He gasped again.

“Did I startle you?’

“No–o–o. Feels good. I love your hands on me, everywhere. Ah, that stroking is nice,” he murmured as he moved within her hands. The soap made her hands slip up and down smoothly over his shaft. She swirled her



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palm softly over the head before sliding down again. He placed his big, warm hand over hers and stopped her motions. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in the shower. I want to be deep inside you when I finish.”

His words made her giddy at the mental image of him doing exactly that. “I’m done. I’ll let you finish.” She climbed out and reached for her towel. After drying off and combing her hair, she used his blow-dryer and dried her hair and then went into his bedroom. He’d already lit the candles and turned down the bed, so she set the alarm on her cell phone and placed it on the bedside table then slid between the cool sheets.

He came into the bedroom totally nude, his cock stiff and erect against his abdomen. He stood at the end of the bed and motioned to her to come to him. She rose off the pillow and crawled on her hands and knees to him, delighting in the dark lust she saw in his gaze. He was ready to play, and she wasn’t surprised by how quickly her body responded to the look in his eyes.