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yourself," he told me. I could hardly have kept from doing so. I wanted to come around him and know what it felt to have my asshole tighten around an exploding cock. I almost came at the first touch of my fingers on my clit. I groaned and writhed against him inside me and his arousal matched mine. I couldn't recognize myself. My body shook with the enormity of the new woman I had become. Each time I thought he could go no further, each time I imagined our intimacy had reached its zenith, he pushed beyond.
    "Come with me . . . come with me now. I want to feel your ass milk me dry."
    I needed no more encouragement. I ground my clit hard and felt the waves begin to crash on the shore of my sex. He thrust deeply and held my ass against his body as the spasms took over. Each time my ass contracted, I could feel him jerk against me as he emptied himself into my bowels.
    He collapsed against me, our legs hanging over the edge of the bed, chests heaving. He slipped out of me softly and pulled me to my feet. I expected to feel ashamed; embarrassed by my complete loss of self and my utter abandonment. I looked into his eyes and saw the sheen of satisfaction. I couldn't feel anything but joy as he held me tight against him.
    "Beautiful. You are such a beautiful gift."
     
     
     
    Five
     
    We both woke up starving. Neither one of us had eaten much dinner on the plane . We had worked up the kind of appetite that mind boggling sex tends to create. We wrapped ourselves in the hotel's cozy robes and scrutinized the room service menu together. Tristan decided on steak and eggs and I ordered a Belgian waffle.
    He finally had the front desk send up our things. I still thought it was a little silly to have all those clothes for two days, but I was getting used to Tristan's strange ways. The only possible reason for him to have them all hung up like that on the plane was so that I could see what he had chosen for me. Otherwise he could have had them all packed in a suitcase like his own clothes were. But, he wanted to make sure I knew that I was going to be pampered again. If it took some invisible someone to do all that hanging and packing, what difference did it make to Tristan?
    After we finished our breakfast, we showered together in the big etched glass enclosure. It was one of those showers that had jets all over the place--two in each corner, a detachable shower wand, and a big rain-water head above us.
    We took turns soaping each other. I loved the feeling of his smooth skin under my slippery hands. He leaned against the shower stall wall with his back to me as I scrubbed his strong broad back. He moaned a little when I reached his ass. I paid special attention to the crack there, poking around his asshole just a little before I slipped my hand forward to wash between his legs. When he turned around for me to tend to the other side, his cock was about half erect and growing harder by the moment. My hands traveled all over the beautiful distance of his long limbs. His hands and feet, so perfectly formed and graceful got extra attention. I reasoned that if he thought to bring pleasure to me through my fingers and toes, he probably liked to be touched there too.
    " You have evolution toe." I had his foot in my hand and looked up at him with a smile.
    "What the hell is 'evolution toe'?"
    "It's when the second toe is longer than the big toe. It's supposed to be a sign of intelligence." That got a big chuckle out of him.
    He stopped laughing when I stood up and began to shampoo his crotch. He closed his eyes and sighed as I soaped his golden curls and massaged his balls in my slick hand. I moved on to the shaft and the soap made a perfect lubricant that allowed me to slide both hands up and down his rigid cock. I watched in fascination as it twitched and engorged. I could see his pulse in the swollen veins along the length of him and I thought, not for the first time, that I had never seen a more perfect man.
    "Oh God that feels great." He