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scraping against it. He starts to move his hands. Over my hips and stomach. And then they're on my chest.
    The sensation is so different than usual, so much hotter and wetter. His teeth scrape against my ear. Pangs of desire shoot through me, straight to my core. He brings his hand to my breasts. Fuck.
    "Luke," I moan, arching my body into his until I can feel his cock against me. I grab his ass, pulling his body towards mine. But he grabs my hips and pushes me hard against the tile.
    "Not yet," he whispers in my ear. He takes a long look at me, his eyes filling with delight. "You're too fucking sexy, Ally."
    He cups my breasts, his expression getting more and more intense. I'm desperate with want, almost shaking. I kiss him, hard, my tongue plunging into his mouth. He responds with the same ferocity, kissing me hard, sliding his fingers over my nipples. I groan, and he responds with a harder touch. Every stroke of his finger sends another pang of desire through me. My sex clenches. "Luke..." I moan. "Please. Fuck me."
    "Soon," he says, and he presses his lips against my neck. Then my collarbone.
    Almost. Please...
    Then he brings his mouth to my nipple. At first he only brushes it with his lips. It's so light and delicate, I can barely stand it. I dig my hands into his hair, and he does it again.
    "Don't stop," I groan.
    He slides his tongue over my nipple, his hands sliding between my thighs. I start to shake. I'm pooling with need. I need him inside me. I need him to fuck me.
    But he doesn't stop. He lavishes my breasts with attention, rubbing his wet thumbs against one nipple while he sucks on the other. I feel pangs of want in my sex, a building tension. I could almost swear I'm going to come from this, that he's going to suck me to an orgasm.
    "Luke," I groan.
    He responds by sliding his tongue over my chest, tracing the outline of my nipple. He flicks his tongue against me, soft then hard. Then harder and harder, until it almost hurts.
    He strokes my inner thighs, so, so fucking close.
    Then, finally, he stands and kisses me. It's so much harder than before, so much more intense. He reaches for the showerhead. Fuck. It's detachable.
    He moves closer to me, presses his lips to mine again. Then it's his entire body, hard against mine. I wrap my arms around him, kissing him harder and deeper.
    "Turn around," he says. "Hands on the wall." He plants a soft kiss on my neck. "Can you stand?"
    I nod.
    "Not now, Ally. Will you be able to stand when you're coming so hard you're shaking?"
    "Hold me."
    He moves behind me and places a hand firmly on my hip. I lean into him, pressing my back against his chest, my ass against his cock. I close my eyes, quivering with anticipation.
    I feel the water streaming onto my stomach. "Tell me if it's too much." He kisses my neck again. "Too hot or too cold." He slides his hand around my hip, resting it just below my belly button. "Or if it feels so fucking good you can't take it anymore."
    No way in hell.
    I groan, arching my body into his. He brings the showerhead to my shoulders and works his way down. It streams over my chest, the lightest pressure. He slides his free hand over my nipples as he moves the showerhead across my chest. I close my eyes, leaning into him to inhale the sensation. It's so warm and soft, somehow touching me everywhere all at once.
    He brings his lips back to my neck, sucking this time. His touch is so light, lighter than the water. A tidal wave of want surges through me.
    He moves it down, slowly, along my stomach down to my inner thighs. Closer and closer...
    And closer...
    Jesus. My thighs buzz with pleasure. How the fuck can water do that?
    I turn my head to meet his mouth and he kisses me deeply. His hand slides down my torso until it's inches away from my clit. He moves the water closer and closer, until it meets his hands.
    And then it hits my clit.
    My sex clenches, a dull ache. Luke moves his hands over me, spreading my lips apart. He moves the shower head