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it was to her. She wrapped her legs tight
around him and buried her hands in his dark curls, pulling his head closer. He
flicked his tongue over her clit, again and again, and she thought of all the
ridiculous tricks she had urged Keith to try over the years—drawing pictures,
tracing the alphabet, nothing that had worked. What a difference to have a man,
a god who could sense exactly where she wanted him.
    And she wanted him.
    When he thrust his tongue deep inside her, firm and hot and
slippery and rough, she cried out his name, “Dionysus!” as if she’d known him
forever, and perhaps she had—in her most secret dreams.
    When she came, the sensations moved like waves down her legs
to the tips of her toes, up her torso, out to numb her fingers. Jaime let her
body float and lost herself to it, the pulsing of her pleasure synched with her
heartbeat. She could drown like this, she knew, but she wasn’t afraid anymore.
His tongue rode her through the aftershock, and when he surfaced, she was still
breathing heavily.
    They watched each other for a moment, and Jaime’s heart was
racing. She could feel her flushed face and her hair slick with sweat, sticking
to her back. The god mere inches from her was just as disheveled with bubble
bath in his hair and rivulets of water running down his face.
    It was Jaime who spoke first. “That was—” But she had no
words. “Thank you.”
    He nodded, almost shyly at first but then with that smile
twitching at his mouth again. She watched his mouth, seeing it glisten in the
candlelight, wondering whether it was the bathwater or the juice from between
her legs that made it look so.
    “You’re welcome,” was all Dionysus said. Jaime laughed. How
had her life become so strange, to the point that she was sitting naked,
post-orgasm, exchanging courtesies in a tub with a creature out of myth?
    Exchanging courtesies. The thought stuck in her mind.
Pleasuring Keith had always been a bit of a chore. Nothing she could ever do
had been right—too fast, too slow, too hard, not hard enough, her body never
slender or smooth enough to please him. It had gotten to the point where she’d
been terrified to try.
    There was no fear in her heart now.
    She pushed the god back against the tub, into the curved
corner of it beside the silvery faucet and taps, letting him settle in to a
comfortable position.
    Jaime couldn’t breathe underwater. Hell, one time she’d
nearly drowned trying to beat her cousin George in his pool somersault record,
and wound up coughing stinging chlorine everywhere. But she could certainly
touch.
    She ran a firm hand down his chest, across his stomach,
tracing the pleasure trail of black curls southward past his navel, to his
cock. It was as firm as it had been earlier. She wrapped the fingers of her
right hand, her strong painting hand, around the base. She watched his face and
used it as her guide, milking him with her fingers, pulling tighter when he
leaned forward, and loosening when he bit his lip. Her other hand teased at the
curls around his cock. She couldn’t see them beneath the bubbles of the bath,
but she could feel. Everything was moist and hot, the bath not having cooled
yet. She explored the folds of his foreskin with her fingers, touching every
part of him, not bothering to be gentle—she didn’t think he liked gentle.
    When his breathing grew deeper and faster, she leaned
forward, planting a kiss on his mouth as her hands pulled frantically at his
cock. When he moaned she could feel him come, his warm seed pouring out over
her fingers, into the water. She pumped until he was dry and panting, leaning
back against the tub wall, and then she let his cock go free, moving herself to
the other end of the tub, wrapping her arms around her legs to watch him.
    His face was full of shadow—the candle wicks were in their
dying moments now. But she saw him smile and she returned it with a grin of her
own. Jaime’s heart felt full and her body was exhausted. She