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He seelance up at hi his hair, and I can’t help but pour so his back

"Mrowls and leans his head back in the spray to rinse his hair

"How often do you work out?" I ask

"Just about every day," he replies and turns around, pouring the fragrant soap into his own hands "Turn around"

"How about you?" he asks as he startsmy shoulders

"What was the question?" I murmur

I hear his chuckle "How often do you work out?"

"I do yoga three or four times a hen I can fit it in My work is pretty physical too That’s it" I shrug

"It’s working for you" His voice is sincere and I glance back at him and smile

"Back at you"

He rhythmically circles his hands over my back and down to my bottom, and then steps aroundreat hands," I whisper and brace reat skin," he responds

His hands run overdown my torso

He eases one hand down er He backs ainst the wall and pulls my earlobe between his teeth

"Ah!"

"I would love to make love to you here, baby, but there’s no condorin and I look up into his bright blue eyes

Before he can slip a finger insidehis finger intoit hard His pupils dilate and he bites his lip

"I have a better idea"

With that I run my hands down his chest, over his abdomen and to his hips

I sink down to my knees and am at eye level with his i up and down, looking up into his eyes

"Shit, baby" He closes his eyes and leans both hands against the wall of the shower, and seeing the pleasure on his beautiful face empowers me

I lean in and lick around the rim of the head, then take him in my mouth and suck hard

"Fuck!"

Oh, yes!

I push and pull him in and out ofand licking, swirling around the tip as I pull up He starts to rock his hips againstthe tip at the back of onna come"

But I don’t want to stop so I don’t I continue the torrabs hold of the bun on top of rin up at hiainst the tile As he catches his breath he looks down atet out of the water"

He pulls away, turns off the water and hands " He grins wickedly and I laugh at hi the towel around rey t-shirt on the floor and scoop it up I drop the towel and pull the shirt over le atin the doorway, a towel around his hips and his eyes on me

"That’s some show, Nat"

"Glad you liked it," I reply with a s to eat in the kitchen"