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for the taste of him, she leaned forward and licked droplets of water off his abdomen, humbled when he moaned and trembled.
    Despite the water, his skin still tasted like sweat. Salty and sweet and she reached past him and grabbed the fresh bar of soap sitting on a rack beneath the showerhead. Walking around him, she smeared it across his skin. Dragging her nipples across his arm. The curve of his spine as she reached up and caressed every inch of his magnificent, ripped back. With a quiet sigh of pleasure, David settled his hands on the wall of the enclosure and leaned forward, inviting her to explore his body.
    She particularly liked soaping his ass. Then the long, powerful lines of his legs. And when he turned and drew her hands to his cock, she didn’t resist. Her soapy hands slid along his length easily and he showed her how to hold and stroke him. How to cup his balls and tease them with the tips of her fingers until he was moaning and his hips bucked.
    “Ahh, you’re going to make me come,” he breathed harshly, yanking her hands away from him.
    “I want you to come,” Samantha murmured hotly. Nudging his darkened nipple with the tip of her nose.
    “Inside you. I want to be inside you when I come,” David grit out then took the soap from her and slid it down between her breasts. Across one. Then the other.
    “Then take...”
    “No,” David insisted firmly. Stopping the movement of his hands and staring down at her intently. “No,” he repeated, with an obvious effort at gentling his voice. “You have to be ready before I take you. Especially the first time.” With a slow, deliberate breath, he soaped her stomach then her hips.
    “How do you know?” Samantha inhaled sharply at the feel of his warm, rough hands on her. “Have you...?”
    “Have I made love to a virgin before? Yes,” he answered with naked honesty. “The last time I was a virgin. And I don’t want to talk about it right now.” David lifted his bright eyes to hers and something in them softened. “Ask me later. If you want. My life’s an open book for you, Sam.” He set the bar aside then slid his fingers between her legs.
    Samantha’s head fell back and she sighed wantonly, clutching his shoulders when her knees threatened to give. Nothing had ever felt as good as his thick fingers, stroking her pussy. Caressing her fleshy nether lips. She didn’t know what was wetter—the water drizzling down her body or her. Then she began to shake when she felt a single, rough finger probe the opening to her body and slide into her.
    She arched her hips into David’s hand, driving him deep. Then she gasped and winced when she felt a tiny pain. Even as it faded it radiated into her belly and thighs. Samantha kept her face down, not wanting to show him her discomfort. Or her unease. But David slid the fingers of his free hand beneath her chin and lifted her face to his.
    “That’s your maidenhead,” he whispered. Eased his finger out of her then pushed it back inside. Slowly. Barely penetrating her. Then did it again.
    “Will it...will it hurt?” Samantha asked. Hating the uncertainty in her voice. Wishing she wasn’t scared.
    “Yes,” he answered. “It has to tear when I put my cock in you. But after it’s done, you won’t feel it again.”
    “Okay,” she said, exhaling deliberately. “But you’re big— really big,” she continued, touching the head of his cock. “And I’m not exactly giant-sized over here.” She wanted to make it sound light, made one corner of her mouth turn up. But couldn’t quite pull it off. “That’s just one finger you’ve got inside me and don’t get me wrong it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt but even that I can feel stretching me.”
    David kissed her forehead, then leaned his head against hers. “I know. And I can’t describe how fantastic and hot and tight you feel.” He kissed her forehead again, still easing the tip of his finger in and out of her. “That’s why I’m petting