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asked,
incredulous.
    “That’s
right, Kate.  In the tub.”
    “Ok...,”
she stammered.
    Feeling
slightly flustered she dipped her red, pedicured toes into the water, followed
by the rest of her.  As she sank down facing him she couldn’t suppress a
giggle.
    “It
feels weird,” she exclaimed, thinking it very odd to be doing such a thing.
    “You’re
absolutely stunning, Kate.   Really,” he said, ignoring her comment.
    His
legs were spread apart and she was sitting rather awkwardly, with her knees
slightly bent up.  
    “Turn
around and come back to me,” he said, tenderly.
    Still
feeling incredibly self-conscious, she slid around the large and tub and leaned
back against his chest.   His cock,
now engorged and standing at attention, pressed up against the small of her
back.   Reaching his arms around her
he dropped his lips to her shoulders.
    “Kate
- you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined .... “ he whispered in her ear.
    “Oh...Dante
- me too.   For so long.   I can’t believe we’re really here -
together,” she whispered back.   “I’m so glad I came down.”
    His
hands began to knead her breasts and she tilted her head back against him and
sighed.  Dropping one of his hands between her parted thighs he began to
rub the outside of the soaked silk panties.
    “Oh
my God,” she said breathlessly.   “That’s amazing.”
    “Sshhh,”
he whispered.  “Just feel.”
    His
grazing across her clit against the wet fabric was electrifying.  His
fingers slivered up and down, pushing against the material, rubbing against her
sex, the insistent pressing excruciatingly exquisite.  The more he stroked
against the crotch of her panties the more she wanted him to push them aside
and slither his touch between her pussy lips.  The palm of his other hand
was moving from breast to breast, nipple to nipple, softly caressing.
    The
teasing hand between her legs moved up to her belly and crept inside the waist
band of her knickers.   She gasped
as the probing fingers moved downward, and when he met her clit she let out a
cry of joy.
    “Dante
- oh my God - please ... oh...”
    He
rubbed and circled as his mouth bit and licked her shoulders, then her neck,
his free hand at her breasts, tweaking and teasing her nipples.
    She
could feel the orgasmic bubble building but every time she felt it near and she
would begin to arch her back, whimpering with the tell tale cries of the
pending eruption, he would slide his fingers from their tantalizing play and
scratch the inside of her thighs. Finally she could stand it no longer. 
She sat up abruptly and spun around to face him.
    “Oh
Dante!” she cried.  “Please make love to me.  Please!”
    His
face was a mask of serenity, but his cock was bulging and huge in the water.
    “Well,
if you can convince me you’re sincere and really want it...” he said, his voice
trailing off.
    “What?”
she exclaimed.  “Sincere?  How? Tell me how,” she mewed.
    “Move
away and face me- carefully now -” he said, moving his legs to position
himself, but taking care not to bend or bang his injured ankle.   Then on his knees he rose from the
water like Neptune,   towering over
her as she sat in the water before him.
    “Ask
to pay homage to my cock with your lips, sweet Kate.  Show me how much you
want to be taken.”
    Kate hesitated for a moment.  She
had always made men positively beg her to take them in her mouth.
    “I’m waiting,” he coaxed.  “We can
always continue another time when you really do want me.”
    Swallowing hard, but filled with a
burning hunger she stared up at him.
    “Please Dante, can I suck your cock?”
    He smiled down at her.
    “Since you said please,” he replied,
stroking her hair.
    She settled on her haunches, and taking
him in her hands leaned her head forward and lightly kissed the knob then
opened her mouth and took him in, just about an inch. 
    Locking his fingers around the damp
tendrils of her hair, he guided her