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revved again.  
    Max had her tip forward and penetrated her from behind.   Her eyes rolled back in her head.   His thick cock always managed to hit the right notes.   His hand came around her front and two fingers pressed circles over her clit.
    Michelle lurched up on her tiptoes.   Holy shit.
    As he fucked and fingered her Michelle got a harrowing wave of déjà vu.   She’d been in this position before, with this mate, in other lifetimes.   Something was off however.  
    In the past he’d put it in her ass.
    Her anus clenched with enigmatic need.   Her goddess form knew what she liked.   Apparently—it was this.
    “Why do I have the urge to…?” Max said.
    Michelle pursed her lips.   “Um…anal?”
    “Yes.   I feel like I’m fucking you the wrong way.”
    He reached down for one of the colored bottles on the rack of his tub.   “ Bath oil.”   He uncorked it with his thumb.
    “Is it too soon for us to be experimenting?” she said.
    He put the oil back down.   “Of course.   No problem.”
    “I didn’t say to forget it.   I was really asking.   Are we moving too fast?   I legitimately don’t know.”
    He laughed through his nostrils.   “Let’s make our own rules, Michelle.   This is a situation like nothing else in the world.   It’s stupid to try to adhere to social norms.   We’re gods.”
    She looked back and grinned at him.   “Okay.   As long as you don’t think I do this sort of thing on a regular basis.”
    His brow rose.   “You’re worried I’m going to think you’re promiscuous?   You don’t think I can tell you have a good character?   What self-loathing state made you?”
    “ New Mexico .”
    “Preacher’s daughter?”
    “No.”   She turned away and got back into position.   “Just young.   Only twenty-three.   You said you have a lot of girls.   I’ve only had two boys.   Only one of them was serious.”
    “I’ve been around longer than you.   I’m thirty-two.”   He shut off the water.   “You need to tell me about yourself later.   It was rude of me not to ask.   I was too focused on selling myself to you.”
    His greased fingertip mashed against her anus.
    Michelle lurched upwards.   She braced herself against the wall.   Her nipples firmed into twin pearls.
    “Oh…shit.”
    “Is that good?”
    A shuddering sigh came out of her lips.   His finger was gliding over her hole, pressing against the taut wrinkles, and harvesting sublime pleasure.   The cluster of nerves he agitated made her clit perk.   He used the pad of a second finger beside the first and rubbed slippery circles against her ring.   Her legs began to tremble.
    “Oh my God…why does this feel so…oomph…”
    “Your squirming is turning me on.”
    He paused to relubricate his fingers, then began a deep tissue massage to her ring.   Michelle’s eyes rolled back into her head.   She stood up on tiptoe while pressing her chest against the tiled wall.
    “Hnnngh!”
    “I feel like I’ve done this a thousand times before.   Relax the muscle, then stretch.”   His voice was turning breathy.   “That’s the trick.”
    Michelle’s stomach quivered.   “I think I’m going to…”
    “Just from this?”
    She bit her lower lip.   “Mm-hm.”
    He pushed one oily finger into her.   Her ring opened with a pleasurable throb.   His other hand reached around to her front.   He raked curled fingers up and down her labia.
    She began to whimper.   Her legs lost a fourth of their strength.
    The finger in her ass swirled gently, creating more space with every pass.   Her nerve endings pulsed in a melty, exquisite way.   She jolted as his fingers bumped her clit.
    “Finger me.”   Her face grew warm from the request.   He had her quaking now.   She wished she could have masturbated without being embarrassed.
    Max pushed a second finger into her ass first, and then he curled two fingers around her front to penetrate her.   His sexy voice hit right