I traced lazy circles on his back with my nails, feeling the slow rise and fall of his ribs. His cock, half-hard again, lay heavy against my thigh, twitching every time I shifted. His lips brushed my nipple, he sucked it gently, then lifted his head. His dark eyes locked on mine. “Let’s take a shower. Now.” I chuckled, low and breathless. “Bossy much.” He stood, scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and carried me toward the bathroom. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, his thickening length pressed right against my still-sensitive folds. Every step rubbed him along my slit, teasing my clit. I moaned softly into his neck. He flicked the bathroom lights on, the soft, golden, fluorescents brightening the bathroom. Zander set me on the counter, the cold surface making me gasp. He turned the water on hot, and steam began curling up almost instantly. He stepped between my thighs, his hands sliding up my sides. “Look at you,” he said, his voice husky. “Covered in my cum. Your
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