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fisted his hands on the shower wall. Let her soap and caress him all over. It was nothing short of the most exquisite, excruciating torture he’d ever had to endure.
    His dick throbbed.
    His balls ached.
    Every inch of his flesh flamed. He concentrated on the most complicated operation his SEAL team had ever executed, running through each step in ponderous detail. And even though the rain kept falling, the steam hissed, and the jets erupted, he broke into a heavy sweat.
    Every time she went for his cock, he directed her elsewhere. The little minx had a cunning streak though, for she began soaping his back, suckled the base of his neck, and cupped his balls at the same time.
    He lost it.
    Pivoting, he then picked her up and turned her around. “Hands on the wall. Feet wide apart. Stick out that fucking fantastic butt. That’s it. Ready for me?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    “Ask me nicely. Say, SEAL, please fuck me.”
    She tried to twist to face him.
    He caged her in with his big body.
    Positioned his cock right at her opening. Eased the tip in.
    “You beast. Fuck me, SEAL.”
    “Nicely,” he ordered and reached around to finger her clit.
    “I hate you. Please. Please fuck me, sailor-boy.”
    He gave her that one. Grabbed the stool from where it nestled the corner and placed it at her side. “One foot up. You’re going to need the support.”
    When he tested her stability and found her good, Axe nudged into her core savoring the heat and slickness of her pussy. He shuddered when her walls sucked at his crown.
    “Hard…please. Do me hard.”
    Glad he planned ahead and set the timer to the steam at the highest level thirty minutes from when they began and knowing even if she glanced back the thick fog would block his features, he let his wolf free.
    Unable to resist, he set his teeth to the sweet spot where shoulder and neck joined and drove into her.
    She convulsed around him at once.
    He latched onto her waist and hammered into her. Her violent contractions gripped his cock in a sensuous vise. He plundered her pussy pounding through her orgasms, clenching his teeth, and willing back his climax. She milked him relentlessly. Her vaginal muscles worked him like a squeezebox.
    The sparks erupted from his toes and diffused upward snatching at his groin, drawing his balls tight. The climax struck him like a thunderbolt. He jetted in short, sharp spurts.
     
     
     

 
     
     

Chapter Three
    Tania wasn’t quite sure how they ended up dry and under the sheets in the supersize bed. She thought she might have passed out.
    Wow.
    She really had needed to fuck. Two months of pent-up nympho lust had made her sex crazed. Talk about mind-blowing orgasms. While she’d never been promiscuous, Tania liked sex, and never went long without a steady hook-up human buddy. But, never, ever, had she even imagined that kind of sex.
    “Breakfast will be here in about twenty.” He rolled over to face her, elbow bent, cheek resting on his open palm.
    The dense clouds carpeting the sky showed through the narrow opening of the mostly drawn drapes covering the ceiling to floor wall of windows opposite. Shadows dipped and trundled around the humungous room and, in the dimness, the streaks in his hair glinted like silver ribbons.
    He trailed a finger along her collarbone and rested his thumb on the pulse throbbing there before quickly flicking up her neck to her chin. “All good?”
    Heat crawled across her face. “Oh yeah.”
    “So you said. Too many times to count.”
    Smug arrogant macho man. She jerked onto her forearms. “I didn’t notice you complaining sailor-boy.”
    “This sailor has nothing but compliments, ma’am. Come here, let me soothe those rising hackles.” He hauled her on top of him, arranged her so she straddled his groin, met her huffy glare, and tweaked a nipple. “I apologize for ever doubting you are as nature made you. Your tits are so perfect, I jumped to the wrong conclusion.”
    For some strange reason Tania knew this