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needed to make
him want. I needed to make him aware of my presence and want more.
    He growled again as he turned to face me. My hand fell away
from his shaft as he loomed over me, a wildness in his eyes that I had caught a
glimpse of earlier. He pushed forwards, his hands on my flared hips as he
leaned into me. I gasped as my back hit the cold tiles and then again as he
lowered his head, his mouth finding mine.
    Then I was silent. Breathless, as his mouth took mine. He
kissed me with a ferocity that eclipsed my tentative explorations of his body.
This wasn’t a man who feared rejection. This wasn’t a man who feared anything.
This was… this was a man who wanted me.
    For what seemed like the hundredth time today I felt myself
welling up, but I ignored the tears as they were washed away by the hot spray
of the shower. I refused to give in to my fears of rejection and instead
returned his kiss. I could not match his ferocity, but I could match his
hunger.
    Our tongues dance and fought with each other as I became
lost in him. His hands moved, exploring me as we explored each other’s mouths.
One slid round to my ass, fingers splayed to cup a cheek and pull me closer.
The other worked its way up from my hips, along the curve of my stomach. There
was no hesitation, no sense of disgust or revulsion at the ample flesh he found
there. If anything, the more he explored my ample body, the hungrier he and
more desperate his kiss became.
    He broke the kiss and we both gasped for air as the water
streamed down our faces. There was nothing playful about his grin, somewhere
between a snarl and a smirk as he edged me towards the shower door with an
unsubtle implication of lets-move-this-to-the-bedroom. But I resisted and
instead placed a hand on his chest, and pushed him back against the
tiles.
    “No.”
    I wanted him. I wanted him on the bed. I wanted him inside
me. I wanted him to take me with all the ferocity and desire that I could see
in his eyes. But not yet. As hard as it was to deny myself, I didn’t want to be
his last meal.
    I wasn’t even sure if it made sense. I wanted to be the
promise of a banquet when he returned triumphant from whatever private battle
it was that he had to face. I wanted him to know that I’d be waiting for him.
Hungry and unfulfilled. That I needed him to return. I was probably crazy. We’d
known each other for a matter of hours and for all I knew he just wanted to
have his way with me, get on with it and never see me again. But this felt
right and I hoped he understood that.
    I didn’t want to be his last meal… but that didn’t mean he
had to go hungry.
    I grinned back at him, my palm still pushing against his
broad chest. He could swat me aside like a bug if he wanted, but instead he
played along. Allowing me to hold him there as I turned the tables.
    I stepped closer and pushed myself up on my tiptoes, forcing
my breasts against his chest, the hair scratchy against my nipples. Again I
reached down to find his shaft. He was hard now, impressively so. The warm,
firm, flesh of his member jutting uncomfortably against my stomach.
    “Well aren’t you just the big, bad…”
    “Don’t,” he was grinning though, teasing me, “don’t say it.
You’ll regret it if you do.”
    I looked up at him and pouted, “Oh you’re no fun. Don’t you
want me to...”
    I released his shaft and cupped my pale, soft breasts in my
hands, lifting them as if to offer them to him, “huff…” Then I lowered myself,
sliding my chest along his, and down his torso, my soft skin against his hard
muscles, “and puff…” Until I was on my knees, my breasts against his hardness.
I wrapped them around his impressive member, cocooning him in the ample soft
flesh of my bust. I looked up at him a sly smile as the tip of his member
peaked through my cleavage, “and blow. ”
    He groaned, a deep vibration in the back of his throat, as I
pushed my breasts together to create a warm, snug and deliciously soft home for
his