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He uses my flailing legs to his advantage. Henry hooks his arms under my
thighs; my calves rest on his biceps. He plants one palm flat against the tile and the
other one grips my ass. The different angle causes friction in new places. He growls
against my ear as he grinds his hips, searching for the perfect rhythm. It doesn’t take
him long to get me back to the edge of ecstasy. His hard, long strokes, coupled with

the groans and other noises he makes are all I need. I feel the pressure building again.
“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” I mew. I am getting close and I pray I will not
pass out.
“Mmmm.” His moans are the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “I’m going to fill
your tight little hole with all my cum.”
I stand corrected; his aroused voice is so sexy he can probably get me off with
words. It is the first and the last thing he utters. Our moans echo in the shower,
bouncing off the walls, and vibrating back into our bodies. His body stiffens, and
I feel him jerk inside of me. He doesn’t lie; hot liquid warms me from the inside,
and I fall apart. Again.
Henry holds me close while planting kisses on my neck and collarbone as I
shake. Our breathing slowly returns to normal.

I’m instantly grateful we didn’t have sex in Florida. There is no way in hell I
would have been able to handle Henry quietly.
He truly is a sex god.

Sanya
My doorbell rings, and I rush across the house curious to find out who is there.
I know it isn’t my mom or Chanel. They are on weekend trips far away from my
home, and my dad is working overseas. All the materials for the house we started
go directly to the site, and I haven’t ordered anything personal. I don’t know if
Henry is expecting anything because we haven’t spoken as much as we could since
our sexapade weekend.
I sigh. Two weeks ago, today, Henry and I were in the middle of a serious
fuckfest.