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the other found a condom in his pocket. Claire tugged his jeans down over his hips, and then followed with his briefs while he ripped open the packet with his teeth. From her perch, she couldn’t lower them any further, and Helmut was in too much of a hurry to completely remove them.
    She took the small latex circle from him, and slowly unrolled it down the hard length of his cock. It stood huge and throbbing among the thicket of dark brown curls of his pubic hair. He gritted his teeth as she rubbed his length.
    He positioned himself at her entrance and paused. Claire whimpered, arching her back and rubbing up against his shaft.
    He gazed into her eyes. His temples were flushed with exertion and his breath was ragged. Slowly, eyes locked on each other, he pushed himself into her tight opening.
    Every centimeter of his languid descent felt like delicious agony to Claire. She could feel the tiny shudders again and grasped his bare, muscled butt, urging him faster, harder. But he continued at the same maddeningly slow pace until she writhed and moaned. And filled every bit of her.
    “Please,” she whispered, wanting more. Wanting him to move, to slam into her. To claim her completely.
    Helmut withdrew almost to the end and slid back into her, teasing. She wriggled her hips, squeezing his cock and rocking her pelvis against him as best she could. She had virtually no leverage to push against, and instead wrapped her legs up and around his waist, urging him deeper. Closer.
    She saw the moment his control collapsed. He pumped into her, hard and fast. Claire clung to him, grinding her clit against him on every down thrust, arching her back to maximize friction on her g-spot with every upward pull.
    If before she had climaxed with tiny ripples, this one was a full-blown tsunami. She cried out in pleasure as she felt the waves rush over her as he thrust again and again. The ripples continued to flow with each thrust until she felt the muscles in his back tighten and he pinned her hips as he came inside her.

Chapter 10
     
    Helmut braced Claire’s hips to keep from dropping her backwards onto the cold hard stone as his breathing slowed. He would never look at a kitchen the same way again.
    The musky scents of sex and of Claire mingled with the lightly tropical scent that he’d come to associate with her. His face was buried in her hair, and he wondered briefly if it was her shampoo that always reminded him of coconuts.
    Claire wriggled her hips lightly and he reluctantly began detangling their bodies. Gently, he settled her bottom more securely on the counter and eased himself out of her. She uncrossed her ankles, loosening that delicious hold she’d had around his waist. He trailed the pads of his hands up the outsides of long, slender thighs to the backsides of her knees as he slowly lowered her legs down.
    “Those are the nicest flowers I’ve ever received,” she said with a contented sigh.
    Helmut chuckled. “The coffee wasn’t bad either. Great kitchen...”
    She grinned, and he reached up to tuck a stray lock of her hair back behind one ear. Her temples were flushed a pretty pink and her eyes twinkled a naughty shade of blue.
    “Why don’t I show you the rest of the place? There are a few more rooms that you might enjoy.”
    She placed one hand in the middle of Helmut’s chest and gave him a playful shove backwards, but he stood his ground. She slid down onto her feet, her body sliding seductively against his during the short descent. He felt his cock stir at the full frontal contact.
    “Granite is nice, but it’s a little cold.” Her voice sounded breathy, and her lips, still swollen from his kisses, were slightly parted. Helmut grinned again and kissed her hard and thoroughly on that plump mouth.
    Helmut gripped her bare bottom and pressed her hips hard against his growing erection as her tongue teased and taunted his. With a moan that sounded almost irritated, she wedged her fingers against his chest and gave