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our torsos gently slapping. I raked my fingers through his thick black hair. His other hand massaged up my side, cupping my breast again, this time harder, more urgently, as his other hand worked me, his fingers thrusting a little deeper now, alittle faster. He would stop and circle as I engorged under his touch. His other hand moved from my breast and cupped me under my chin, turning my head slightly so his tongue could tease my ear. He was moving me this way and that and I had completely surrendered to him. Then he stopped what he was doing, shifting away from me, leaving one hand reassuringly on my back. I looked over as he pulled out a condom packet from beneath a stack of washcloths, ripped it open, then slid it over his hard cock.
    “Turn around, Solange, so I can look at you when I fuck you,” he whispered.
    With strength that surprised me, he lifted me out of the water and flipped me around, his magnificent erection just below me. I took a hand to guide him deep inside, sighing as he entered and pulled me in tight to him, holding me there as I felt him pulse deep inside of me, my legs wrapped around him. It was an exquisite sensation. Then he began to rock beneath me, his arms around my waist.
    “Lean back on your hands,” he said. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”
    I did so, both of us fixated on his cock easing in and out of me, slowly at first, the water lapping against the sides of the wide tub. His fingers had only to grace my clitoris, which was so fat I knew I could come like
that
.
    “Mmm,” I said involuntarily, one of my hands grabbing onto his shoulder, the other holding the side of the tub until I could find and match his rhythm. His dark eyes on me were too much to bear. I threw my head back andsqueezed my eyes shut.
I cannot believe this is happening to me, here, in my own tub!
    “Oh, Solange … you are so fucking gorgeous,” he moaned, thrusting into me, his thumb circling my clit, the muscles in his upper arm flinching with precise effort. We were splashing bubbly water between us and over the sides, extinguishing a tea candle, then another one. Then, leaning forward to cup the back of my neck, he placed his lush mouth next to my ear.
    “Come for me, Solange,” he whispered. “I want you to come. For me …”
    Then I felt it—my tense core melting, giving way. My legs braced the sides of the tub as it rippled out from my center through to the tips of my limbs. I fell back onto my hands, his gaze now ardent. He continued to push his cock up and into me, fucking me hard, while gently massaging my clit, a masterful combination that finally made the ache all too much to bear and suddenly I was letting go, I let it
all
go, and I came hard and fiercely, his pumping still relentless, as I moaned into the ceiling (Oh
yes, oh yes
 …) and he came then too (
Yeah, oh god!
), his whole body emptying into mine, and no one could hear us with the windows closed, not the neighbors out back on the other side of the pine trees, not the ones across the street washing their cars, not the pedestrians walking their dogs past my cozy house on State.
    Gasping and spent, I fell forward, draping my wet body over his torso, my arms dangling over his back, pulling in breath like a drowning victim. He wrapped me in a tightembrace, kissing my shoulder cap. We stayed tied in that damp knot for a few moments until my breathing subsided and the water began to cool. Then he carefully peeled himself away from me and stood up in the bath, water rivulets dripping down his magnificent thighs. He stepped out of the tub and unhooked my robe from the back of the door, hanging it from his fingers, inviting me in.
    “Madame, your robe,” he said.
    I stood up, feeling dizzy, a bit sheepish, happy.
    I stepped onto the bath mat and turned around, putting my hands through the robe’s arms. He enveloped me with it and did the sash up from behind, rubbing my arms and sides vigorously to dry me.
    “Thank you.”
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