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allowing her the chance to play at it.  Moving lower, she pressed her lips against his neck, scraping her teeth over the corded muscles there.  He started to move then, but she immediately backed away.  Rising up, she wagged a finger at him.  “Either you play by my rules, or we don’t play.”
                  Anthony took a moment, a deep fortifying breath, and then gripped the edge of the tub so hard his knuckles turned white.  “I’m yours to command,” he said.  No sooner had he said the words than Grace’s hot mouth was again on his skin.  The softness of her lips and tongue followed by the scrape of her teeth had his blood racing.  As much as he wanted to simply grab her hips and thrust deeply inside her, he remained still and allowed her to lead.  He almost groaned in protest when she straightened, but then his eyes were drawn to the lush mounds of her breasts, and the sight of her perfectly manicured nails framing the turgid peaks.  She pinched, rolled and tugged at those sweet buds and he could feel her response to that touch by the clenching of her pussy around his cock.   Then she was rising up, lifting her breasts to his mouth. 
                  “Lick my nipples... but that’s all.  No kissing, sucking, biting... not until I say so,” she admonished. 
                  Anthony complied, fighting back the urge to close his lips over the tightened buds and suck them into his mouth.  Still, he wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine.  Flexing his tongue, he flicked it gently over one taut peak and then the other.  Each lick, each flick of his tongue was deliberately teasing.  He could feel the heat of her pussy against him, hotter that the water that surrounded them. More long, lingering licks, and he curled his tongue so that it surrounded her furled nipples with each pass. 
                  “Now your mouth,” she said.  “But your hands stay where they are.”
                  Greedily, he complied.  Anthony feasted on her breasts, sucking them into his mouth, he devoured them.  Her hands crept up and she tugged at his hair as she arched her back, offering herself more fully to him.  How far would she take it, he wondered?  What lengths was Grace willing to go to.  No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than she was lifting her hips, guiding one hand between their bodies.  When she closed her fingers around his aching cock he thought the pleasure would kill him.  It was nothing compared to the sweet agony he felt when she took him into her body.  The damp folds parted easily, closing around the head of his cock.  Then she began to sink down on him, flexing her hips, clenching the muscles of her sex as she pulled him into her inch by inch. 
                  “Grace, you’re fucking killing me.”
                  She pressed her breasts against his chest, and her hands drifted over his arms, down to his hands.  Placing the palm of her hands against the backs of his, she threaded her fingers through his and held them against the edge of the tub.  “I kind of like being in charge for a change.”
                  He growled in response, but it transformed into a low groan as she rocked her hips.  Circled them on his.  Again, she circled her hips, her body undulating gracefully, pulling him deep and then releasing just a bit.  Each time she moved against him, he saw stars.  It felt as if he every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his cock.  He watched her face, noting her flushed cheeks, parted lips.  Her eyes were half closed and the look of pleasure that etched her features was beautiful to him.  When her head fell back, her dark hair cascading over her back as she rode him, her breasts thrusting against his chest, he had to grit his teeth to keep form coming right there. 
                  Grace surged against him, circling her hips faster,