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with Sebastian. I set my book down, plugging through gamely merely because I wanted the French. I thought the original novel was nowhere near as good as either the film or stage adaptations. Opening the door, I was caught off guard as Sebastian pulled me into the bathroom with him.
    "You were certainly hungry tonight," he joked, pulling me towards the shower stall. "Were you trying to build up your energy for tonight?"
    "No," I said, lust running through me as he kissed my neck. "I was just . . . hungry."
    "I've been hungry too," Sebastian replied, pulling my t-shirt up over my head and unsnapping my bra. My breasts tumbled into the warm air, only to have him devour my right nipple with his sensuous lips. I could feel my knees weaken, and I still had my damn workout shorts on. "I've been hungry for you.”
    "I've wanted you since breakfast," I said, struggling to maintain some form of composure. I could tell by his ardor he needed a quickie — something to settle him down before he worked on his own homework. Reaching for the button on his jeans, I opened him up quickly and slid the denim down his muscular hips. "Ever since you called me Little One in front of mom and Donald."
    "You liked that, did you?" Sebastian replied, pulling my own shorts off. Naked, he dragged me into the shower, turning on the hot water as soon as the glass door was closed. The warm spray mixed with the warmth of Sebastian's body had me quickly quivering. Lifting my leg, I could feel his massive cock already pressing against me, wanting entrance. Unable to deny my him anything, I wrapped both my legs around him, trying to get high enough to allow him to fully enter me. Sebastian helped, lifting me up in his muscular arms to press me against the back tile wall, his lips releasing my nipple to crush against my mouth. Our tongues dueled, winding and twisting against each other hotly. I was desperate to feel him inside me. "My pace," Sebastian reminded me, the evident chuckle in his voice from reading my mind. "Remember, always my pace, and you'll be taken care of."
    “Yes, I remember,” I replied, my words curling into a moan as Sebastian rewarded me by lowering my body onto his cock. I felt more stretched than normal — his massive ten-inch cock normally took some time to prepare for. But we’d been lovers for long enough that it wasn’t painful at all anymore, especially as aroused as I was.
    I give him a lot of credit, for someone as aroused and as needful as he was that night, he still took his time. After he was all the way inside me, he paused, looking me in the eye until I gave him a slight nod telling him I was ready. Holding me steady against the tile, he began thrusting, his long full strokes sent chills from my toes all the way to my eyes. The sound of the shower drowned out a lot of the sounds I was making — so I let myself go — nobody could hear me. Instead, I focused on what I always did whenever we had sex, making my body as pleasurable to him as he was to me.
    One of the little secrets I had started since Sebastian and I first had sex was exercising, of all things, my vaginal muscles. A little Internet research and some practice, and I could wrap myself around his cock better than ever. It wasn't all for his benefit either, I found out. I was more turned on than ever as I squeezed, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock as it slid in and out of me.
    His thrusts became faster and harder, my breasts shaking with every impact of his body against mine. I couldn't believe how helpless, and how powerfully turned on I felt, suspended against the warm tile wall as Sebastian fucked me. He changed up his strokes, sometimes going long and deep and sometimes short little thrusts that wiggled inside me. Capturing my lips in a kiss again, he pulled me off the wall and laid me gently on the floor of the shower stall before starting to slam me again, my cries tearing between our lips as shockwaves rippled through my body.
    "I'm going to come,"