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legs were shaking. I didn’t think I could take this much longer. I knew I was close, and a feeling of panic started building in my chest. How was I going to come standing up?
    But as if he sensed my worry, he shifted beside me, wrapping one arm tightly around me, so even if my legs gave way, I wouldn’t fall. He flicked his tongue faster and faster, and I felt the first ripples of pleasure as his finger pushed in and out of me.
    “Come for me, Ella,” he said and then flickered his tongue over my wet heat with such an intensity, I felt pleasure explode within me, starting from my core and radiating all the way along my belly, sending tingles racing through me.  
    My legs shook as my orgasm engulfed me, but Nick held me firmly, keeping me upright.
    Carefully, holding me against him, he stood up. I could feel his stiffness pressing into my belly.
    My legs still felt weak, but I followed him into the shower and enjoyed the warmth as the water cascaded over us.
    Nick reached for the shower gel and squeezed some into the palm of his hand before rubbing his hands together to make a soapy lather.  
    He then turned me around and pulled me back against him, so I was leaning on his broad chest. He then ran his soapy hands all over the top half of my body, paying particular attention to my breasts and my tight, hard nipples.  
    I enjoyed the sensation of his hands sliding all over me, and when his fingers descended lower, dipping between my legs, I cried out in pleasure. I was still so sensitive down there, so his touch made my hips jerk.
    “I love how responsive your body is to me,” Nick whispered as he continued to caress that spot between my legs.
    I turned around, desperate to feel his hard body respond to my touch.  
    I squirted the shower gel in my hand and smeared it all over his muscular chest, feeling his muscles tense as my fingertips caressed him and followed the outline of his tattoos.
    His gunshot wound was now healed, although he would always have a scar. I didn’t want to look at it. I didn’t want to be reminded of how dangerous this situation was.  
    I kept my eyes fixed on his as I worked my soapy hands lower and lower until they finally made their way to encircle him. I used one hand to stroke his length and the other to cup his balls.
    He licked his lips and groaned as I continued to stroke him.
    He let me continue for a moment or two before he held me by the shoulders and turned me around.  
    “Enough,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I need to be inside you. You make me ache with need. I can’t wait.”
    He grabbed my wrists and placed my hands firmly against the shower tiles, bending me over at the waist.  
    He gripped himself with one hand and positioned himself behind me, nudging my entrance with the broad head.
    With his other hand, he reached down to caress me between my legs as he slowly pushed into me.
    I gasped in pleasure, bracing myself against the wall and arching my back, encouraging him to enter me.
    But he didn’t need encouragement. He thrust hard, burying himself deep inside me, and I heard him groan in pleasure.  
    He paused for a moment to give me a chance to adjust to his size. “Does that feel okay, Ella?”
    Holy crap, it felt amazing.  
    I shifted my hips, gently pushing back and forward. “Mmmm, it feels good.”
    That was all the encouragement he needed, and he began to move, slowly at first, keeping it deep and tender. After a while, he began to pick up the tempo, pumping me harder and harder as his fingers reached around to caress my breasts and play with my nipples.
    He then lowered a hand to reach between my legs and stroked me, making me feel pleasure with such intensity that I struggled to draw breath.
    “ Oh, yes .”
    “Do you like that, Ella? Do you like me touching you there?”
    I was struggling to keep myself braced against the slippery tiles with the strength of his thrusts, but I managed to gasp out, “Yes. I love it.”  
    He took me hard as