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When she reached his inner thigh she slowed down, gently biting the sensitive flesh. A shudder rippled through Caleb.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last, love.”

Lily ran her tongue up the shaft of his erection, licking away a drop of pre-cum. “I have faith in you.” She purred even though she’d had a similar thought moments ago.

Caleb gasped as Lily slowly licked her artwork off his balls and then without any preamble, took his thick cock all the way into her mouth, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his sensitive sac.

He buried his hand in her hair and his balls tightened. As she worked her mouth over his erection, her tongue teased the silky flesh. The salty taste of pre-cum mixed with the flavor of chocolate as she took the thick shaft in her mouth again. A low noise issued from Caleb’s throat. Still buried in her hair, his hand fisted.

The slight pain rocketed through her body and her pussy quivered in response.

“Lily,” he warned.

“I want to taste you,” she murmured before taking his cock deep in her mouth.

Caleb groaned and his hips thrust toward her mouth as his muscles tensed. A moment later he climaxed with a shuddering groan. Lily nursed his cock, sucking every last drop of his orgasm, and stroking his balls until he leaned against the dresser, his face flushed, eyes closed.

The trembling in his legs sent a surge of satisfaction through her body. She slowly stood, letting her body slide against his, her breasts gliding against his hard flesh, enjoying the feel of his skin, until she rose to her tiptoes, her lips brushing his.

He returned the kiss without mercy, his mouth demanding as it slanted against hers. His tongue probed her mouth, possessive and needy. Lily matched his response with her own passion as their tongues mated.

“You have a thing for dark chocolate,” Caleb spoke against her lips.

“I have a thing for you,” Lily whispered.

Caleb smiled and reached for the paintbrush. “I hope you can take as well as you give.”

A shudder of anticipation ran through Lily’s body and cream flooded her pussy.

With one hand, he unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. He plucked at her thong. “I love these things.” He reached between her thighs and gently stroked the thin material. Lily gasped. Caleb knelt before catching the string with his teeth. He slowly pulled the thong down her hips. His warm breath tantalized her skin and her pussy ached with need.

Caleb stood and dipped the brush in the milk chocolate paint. The cool confection glided against her fevered skin and shivers racked her body. She closed her eyes as Caleb swirled paint over her hardened nipple, imagining his tongue would follow. When he reached her inner thigh, her body bucked as the electric waves of an orgasm approached. The swirls continued over her back, down her ass to the back of her thighs. She thought she just might melt along with the chocolate. “That’s a lot of paint.”

“What can I say? I have a sweet tooth.” The paintbrush clinked against the glass jar. Caleb walked around her, his gaze searing her already hot flesh. “A work of art.”

“You’re talented.” Lily didn’t take her gaze off of him.

“I wasn’t talking about the painting.” He neared, gently licking the chocolate off her shoulder and then nipped the skin lightly with his teeth. A moan escaped her mouth as her body trembled. She was already so close. Caleb licked toward the swell of her breast before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking. Lily’s back arched of its own accord as he teased the other nipple with fingers and then lightly pinched. The slight pain only furthered Lily’s arousal.

“Please, Caleb.” A whisper.

“Torture goes both ways, sweetheart.” He licked down the abstract pattern he’d drawn on her abdomen, his teeth lightly scraping her flesh. Lily’s legs shook as his breath warmed the damp curls between her legs, but he didn’t touch. She wanted the exquisite torture to go on forever. She wanted his thick cock deep inside her, thrusting away the overwhelming ache.

Conflicting desires pounded through her body, leaving her breathless. He lightly ran his finger over her hot sex and between the cheeks of her ass, up to the small of her back. Electricity fired in her core and her knees weakened as a mini-orgasm rocked her body. Caleb steadied her with one strong hand against her hip but didn’t pause the agonizing slow trail of his fingers from her hot opening to her anus and back. He circled her swollen nub and lightly pressed. A surge of moisture further dampened her curls and Lily groaned.

His fingers played along her inner thighs and a fresh wave of desire washed over her. Lily’s hips thrust forward, passion making her desperate for Caleb inside of her. One of Caleb’s fingers slipped into her moist channel. She cried out, her hips moving in rhythm, riding Caleb’s fingers. He slipped his fingers slick with her moisture out of her channel and traced a line to her anus, teasing the sensitive hole. Lily didn’t fight the moan that escaped her lips. Caleb moved around the front of her, fastening his lips on the swollen folds of her sex. His tongue snaked out to lick her hot flesh and suck her swollen clit while his fingers slowly massaged her anus. Lily leaned against the dresser, everything fading but the sensation and heat of her body. “You like that?” Caleb murmured.

Lily moaned her reply. She was lost in a world of sensation where only touch and sound mattered. Caleb’s tongue flicked her clit and one finger slid deep into her pussy. Her legs shook. Caleb slowly traced back to her tight hole and slowly inserted a finger. She exploded into a million pieces, her hips bucking against the penetration while muscles contracted around Caleb’s finger in wave after wave of ecstasy. His mouth didn’t leave her hot sex and his finger slid out and then back in her tight hole, sending her over the edge again. She came in hard shattering blows that stole her breath.

When she opened her eyes, Caleb had wrapped his arms around her, his face pressed to her stomach. “Oh my God,” she whispered. He kissed her stomach and without a word, his gaze locked with hers, he stood and entered her in one fluid movement. Lily closed her eyes. His cock stretched her walls, filling her, completing her.

“Look at me, Lily.”

She opened her eyes to pleasure slackening his face, awed at the feeling flowing between them. Their gaze locked, his green eyes soft and full. This was more than sex. She wanted to wrap the feeling around them, to hold and treasure it. Treasure him. And then she was coming with him. Her moist walls squeezing his cock, milking him. He threw his head back and then buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Lily,” he murmured against her skin.

Tears pricked her eyes. She hadn’t known it could be like this. He made her feel everything. He made her feel loved. She stroked his back and kissed the sweat off his shoulder, the salty sweat mixing with the remaining chocolate.

“Lily, I…” he whispered and then paused. He pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. Everything was there, the tenderness, the need, pain and… it couldn’t be love. He closed his eyes as though he knew it was too much for her and pulled her close again.

“We’re a mess.” His voice cracked with emotion.

Lily ran her hands up and down his sweat-moistened back. They were wonderful. But she laughed, pushed him away and glanced down at their joined bodies. Dark and milk chocolate blended into smudged brown swirls. She laughed and leaned into him. “Right now I’m too tired to care.”

“Tired?”

“Satisfied.”

He kissed the top of her head and pulled her into a tighter embrace. Lily closed her eyes. She was made of practical stuff, but somehow, the only word that came to mind to describe being with Caleb was magical. She pulled back, hating the empty feeling as they parted. “Race you to the shower, hot stuff.”

Caleb followed her down the hall and into the bathroom. Lily pulled back the curtain and turned on the water then smiled when Caleb whistled.

She turned, raising one brow.

“What? Just enjoying the view.” He reached and hooked her with one arm, drawing her close. She enjoyed the prickle of anticipation racing through her body as his mouth slowly descended. Would she ever get enough of his taste, of the feel of his lips against hers?

His mouth gently teased her while his fingers tangled in her hair, the other snaking down to cup her ass. She explored the contours of his back, laced her fingers in his hair, pressing him close, his cock hardening against her hip and Caleb slanted his mouth, his tongue probing, demanding. Her inner thighs tingled and need built deep inside her.

Caleb pulled away and gently bit her bottom lip. “If we’re not careful, we’re going to have to take a cold shower.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of those already this weekend.”

Caleb lifted an eyebrow and stepped into the shower, extending his hand. “Do tell.”

Lily gripped his hand and stepped over the tub. “A lady must have her secrets.”

Warm spray hit Lily’s chest before Caleb stepped between her and the shower head. “Hot enough?” he asked.

She traced the rivulets of water running down his chest and moistening the sprinkling of hair. “Absolutely.” Her voice surprised her, low and seductive. She stepped closer, her hands roaming Caleb’s body, now slick with water. She licked his shoulder, the taste of sweat and water sending a primal need to her core. She reached down to cup his balls. “You are work of art, Caleb Anderson.”

“And you are sex maniac, Lily Anderson. To think, you were worried about me.”

Despite herself, a thrill traced her spine at the sound of his last name appended to hers. She reached out and gently pinched one of his nipples in answer.

“Ouch. Two can play at that game you know.” He traced her areola and then gently flicked one nipple.

Her need intensified. “I want you again.”

“Already? You’ll be the death of me, lady.” Caleb teased as his cock swelled between them. Caleb reached behind him and came back with a wash cloth. “First things first, it was a cleaning you wanted, it’s a cleaning you will get.”

Lily shivered as Caleb worked the liquid soap into the washcloth and then ran it over her shoulder and down her arm. He stepped closer so his thigh pressed against her clit.

“You know I didn’t realize how dirty you were,” he muttered. “I’ll have to be thorough.”

A gasp died in Lily’s throat as Caleb brought the washcloth over her shoulder to her breast, the cloth rough against her erect nipples. He circled each globe and then moved down her stomach in slow seductive spirals. Lily reached to the tile wall to steady herself when the washcloth ran slowly over her ass. Caleb leaned over and nibbled her ear. “Did I ever tell you what a perfect behind you have?”

Lily shuddered as the washcloth snaked between her legs, teasing first her clitoris and then her anus and sending shockwaves of desire through her.

“Oh, Caleb.” He knelt down in front of her, running the soapy washcloth first down one thigh, then balancing her foot on his leg, he washed her foot. “You know in some cultures…” Lily began but the words died in her throat as the cloth made its way up her inner thigh toward her throbbing sex. With a feather light touch, the cloth brushed over the dark curls between her legs, but managed to fire her nerve-endings into overdrive.

Ignoring her gasp of pleasure, Caleb moved down the other leg to repeat the treatment. If it was possible to die from sensory overload, her life was in danger. Her skin was alive to his touch.

“Now that you’re clean it’s time to rinse.” Caleb’s voice deepened, became strained. He unhooked the shower head and rinsed Lily’s hair and shoulders, and then the washcloth. She watched him wring it out through lust-blurred vision. He adjusted the pulsing water and ran the wand over her breasts, following with the lick of the washcloth.

Lily gasped and the washcloth traveled over her belly. She wanted it lower. “Touch me, Caleb.” He turned her to face away from him, pressing her back against his water-slick chest. His erection pulsed against her ass.

“Where, Lily?” he whispered in her ear.

“Everywhere,” she gasped. An aching need stole every other thought from her mind. Skin slick with water, she stroked his erection with her ass and felt the moan that started deep in Caleb’s chest. He pressed her firmly against him, snaking one hand lower to run through her wet curls.

Frantic with desire, she thrust her hips back toward him, wanting him inside of her, the head of his cock inches from her aching pussy. Caleb pressed against her needy sex with the palm of his hand and Lily melted against him, whimpering. Grabbing his hand, she plunged his fingers inside her hot channel. She rocked her hips forward, burying his fingers deep inside her while she rubbed her clit. The head of his cock pressed against her anus, her water-slick skin slipping easily against his. He moaned low and her need for him grew. If it had felt that good to have his finger deep inside of her, she wanted all of him. Caleb rubbed the head of his cock against her tight opening. Instinctively, she thrust her hips back, attempting to take him inside of her. “Lily?” Caleb’s hoarse voice questioned.

“Please, Caleb,” she moaned.

“Have you ever?”

“No, but I want it. I want you.”

Caleb replaced the shower head and disappeared for a moment coming back with a condom and a bottle of baby oil.

“Boy Scout?” Lily raised an eyebrow.

“Only for you.” He turned Lily around and licked her lips. She opened her mouth and his tongue invaded, probing and tasting, while his hands explored her body. He bent and took one nipple in his mouth, suckling and licking, then he nipped the hard nub between his teeth. She gasped at the pain that was pleasure as Caleb started on the other nipple.

Lily arched into his touch, needing, wanting his mouth, his fingers. Fire raged through her body and she only knew one cure. As though reading her mind, Caleb traced his finger lightly over her damp opening. Lily’s knees weakened. First one finger then two slipped into her slick channel and reached deep before withdrawing to stroke her swollen clit.

The cool slick feel of the oil dripped from her lower back between the globes of her ass and sent shivers down her spine. His hand joined the oil, slowly massaging her ass. Caleb stood, his fingers still inside of her and turned her around so her back leaned against his hard chest, his fingers never ceasing their rhythmic stroking. He unhooked the shower head. Lily’s body jerked when the water spray hit her sensitive folds, tiny electrical impulses traveling through her body.