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wasn’t so bad. And, I—I enjoyed getting to know you, Abby. A lot.”
    She laced her hands around his waist again and held him, pressing her cheek into his chest. “Same here.”
    He cupped her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “I wouldn’t have met you otherwise, I don’t think. I wish there was more time before you had to leave.”
    She stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips softly. “There’s as much time as you and I want. And I’d like us to get to know each other better too.”
    “So you—”
    “Andrew, I’m kind of far away, but not too far. San Francisco is less than four hours from here. In good weather anyway.”
    “So you…you’d…” he cleared his throat. “Would you like to go out with me sometime, Abigail Wittfield?”
    “I would,” she answered cheerily. “I would love to.”
    “Great.”
    He leaned down and pressed his lips into hers, fiercely yearning for more of her—for all of her. He parted her lips and invaded her mouth with his tongue, taking her mouth in the way he wanted to possess her body but couldn’t. There wasn’t much time before the others would be up. He took what he could, and etched the sensations into his memories as he went.
    “Abby,” he groaned into her mouth as he claimed her.
    He felt her tiny hands tugging at the towel around his waist. “I want you now.”
    “Do you think your friends may be up soon?”
    “I don’t really care right now.” She wrapped her fingers over his cock. “I want as much of you as I can get before I have to leave.”
    She slid her hand up his shaft, slowly and deliberately. Andrew closed his eyes and let her. He had to return the favor. He pried her hand from his member, took off her robe, and picked her up to deliver her into his shower. He stood in the path of the cold water until it warmed up, and moved behind her to let the water flow over her.
    “So, where were we?” He wrapped his arms around her body from behind.
    “Oh, I think I remember,” she answered, turning to resume her massage on his cock.
    “Ahhhh.” He moaned. “Have I told you just how good you are at that?”
    “Perhaps.”
    He snaked his hand down her belly and found her slit. “I’ve been thinking. I could work on improving too. Practice makes perfect, right?”
    “Mmmm. Not true. It’s you. It’s us. We’re perfect.”
    He grinned, chin resting on her shoulder. His two fingers slid inside her slowly, pressing gently against her inner walls, while his thumb strummed on her clit. He kept the motion subtle, but let her know he was there. It became harder by the minute to focus while she so adeptly stroked and played on his shaft.
    She rocked her hips and bent her knees, and he sensed she wanted to feel his fingers more deeply, or even better, his cock buried deep, bringing her the pleasure he hoped she would only ever know in future with him. Sliding his fingers out, he bent on one knee to meet her pussy head on. Sure she could no longer stroke his raging hard-on, but he knew what was coming next would make it all the more worthwhile.
    He spread her legs and let his tongue find her clit as he reinserted his fingers and quickened their pace.
    “Andrew, oh God.”
    “Yes?”
    “I—oh God.”
    She may have forgotten what she wanted to say. Her legs seemed to weaken and buckle slightly as he continued to plunder her sweet, wet pussy. His fingers were doing wicked things to her insides and he doubted she cared about much else right now.
    She shook her head. “Your fingers—”
    He pulled his head back and looked up at her. “You mean these fingers?”
    He withdrew them. She whimpered.
    “Don’t stop, Andrew. Please don’t stop.”
    Ducking his hand back down between her thighs, he slipped three fingers inside her this time, pumping the digits in and out of her slowly. He curved them and touched her G-spot, which made her legs tremble even more. He flicked again on her clit with his tongue, circling it as his palm nuzzled