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eyes of hers, which were already filled with wanton delight, he nearly fell to his knees.
    “You are so damn sexy,” he groaned, pushing her back against the coolness of the tile wall and making her gasp.
    “Only with you,” she admitted.
    That knowledge was the most intense aphrodisiac ever. He moved his hands oh so slowly from her hips, up her sides, and around the edges of her breasts. His magic fingers came close to her swollen nipples, but not close enough. She groaned her displeasure at the way he was teasing her.
    After looking into her expressive eyes, he finally let his thumbs glance over those hard peaks before sliding his hands to her stomach and circling them behind her to squeeze the cheeks of her firm ass.
    “Kiss me,” she said, and she reached behind his head and pulled him to her.
    He was more than happy to oblige.
    Running his tongue over her lips, he quickly parted them and thrust inside, in just the way he wanted to thrust into her heat. She drew him more tightly to her and returned his kiss with the same intense passion.
    A cry of pleasure escaped her beautiful lips when he slid a hand back around and rubbed his fingers against her wet heat, and then pinched her little bundle of nerves, making her shake.
    “I need to taste you,” he said, after ripping his mouth away from her lips. He licked his way down her chest and dropped to his knees.
    Gripping her thighs, he pushed them apart and looked up at her smooth perfection, her sweet folds gleaming with water and pleasure. He ran his hand up and didn’t stop until he’d buried two fingers deep within her.
    Only then did he lean forward to suck the most sensitive part of her into his mouth, flicking his tongue repeatedly against it as his fingers found a perfect rhythm of pumping in and out of her.
    His midnight woman clutched his head tightly, and her cries told him she was coming closer and closer to release. Yes, he wanted to give her pleasure—over and over and over again.
    So he didn’t stop pleasing her with his fingers and tongue until she screamed and almost crumpled right there in front of him.
    Cooper stood up quickly, more than ready to be inside this woman. Bracing his foot on the tiled shower bench, he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his so his hardness was poised at her entrance, her thighs spread wide. He gripped himself and rubbed his arousal along the open seam of her pink core.
    “Ohh, that’s so good. Please . . . more,” she moaned, leaning her head against the shower wall.
    Moving his manhood up and down over her swollen nub a few times more, he waited until he was coated in her juices, then he poised himself for entry.
    “Open your eyes,” he commanded her.
    She opened them just a little, and, after pulling her up, he slid all the way inside her tight heat.
    Her mouth opened in a gasp and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside in perfect rhythm with the way he was plunging into her body, all while gripping her delectable derrière.
    The sound of their wet bodies slapping against each other was driving Cooper wild. He sped up and almost poured his seed into her when she tightened around him again. She gave another long and impassioned cry.
    He stopped thrusting and held her as she shuddered in ecstasy, and he gently caressed her mouth and squeezed her buttocks. When she slumped against him again, he pulled from her. An act of amazing willpower.
    “I’m so worn out,” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder.
    “It’s not over, beautiful, not yet,” he whispered into her ear.
    “I can’t do any more,” she told him.
    “Oh, yes, yes, you can,” he assured her.
    Her eyes flew up, and he smiled at her before he turned her around and pressed his arousal against the exquisite cushion of her ass.
    “Grip the edge of the bench,” he told her as he pushed against her upper back.
    She leaned down, leaving her derrière up in the air. Dropping to his knees, he bit each of those cheeks in