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Lucas stepped forward with a silent intensity, hands closing around Emily’s bare waist as she stood before him—dripping, breathless, her towel forgotten at her feet. She barely had time to brace before he lifted her, strong arms scooping her up as though she weighed nothing.

Her back met the damp tile wall with a wet thud.

“Oh—!” she gasped, arms reflexively wrapping around his shoulders, but he wasn’t done.

He adjusted his grip, shifted her upward with practiced ease, then bent his knees and hoisted her legs higher—draping them over his broad shoulders, her thighs spread, ass braced against his chest. She clutched his neck for balance, her body suspended, entirely exposed.

Her eyes flicked upward in a stunned, dizzy moment—Jesus, these ceilings are high. Industrial vents and fluorescent lights loomed above, distant and irrelevant as the rush of blood pounded in her ears. She loved this. Loved being handled like this, held like she weighed nothing, positioned exactly how he wanted her.

Her slick heat pulsed open in the cool air.

And then—

Lucas leaned in.

His mouth pressed flush against her dripping cunt, tongue parting her lips and diving in without hesitation.

“Oh fuh—!” she cried out, hips jerking forward as her head knocked softly against the wall.

He devoured her.

Tongue circling her clit, flicking fast, then slow, then drawing long, patient laps that had her thighs trembling. He sucked the bud between his lips and hummed low, sending vibrations through her whole pelvis.

One of his hands splayed against her belly, the other gripping the curve of her ass, anchoring her in place as he feasted.

Emily’s legs quaked around his neck.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her whole body tensed, her mouth slack, eyes fluttering as wave after wave rolled through her. He didn’t let up—didn’t even pause—as she whimpered and gasped, the tension building, cresting, breaking—

“Oh god yes yes yes—Lucas—!”

Her climax tore through her with dizzying ****, sharp and hot and helpless. Her thighs clamped against his ears. Her body bucked, and still he held her there—mouth locked to her, drinking every twitch, every pulse, until she sagged forward, boneless, whimpering softly against his neck.

Only then did he slowly lower her legs from his shoulders, letting her slide down the wall into his arms. Her breath came in ragged, stunned gasps.

And his cock—thick, swollen, ready—pressed hard against her belly.