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He laughed easily. “I guess it’s kinda like beer. An acquired taste.”

“But you sincerely like it?” She’d grown curious, and a little fascinated.

His eyes told her the question was making him think about it in a way he never had before.  “It definitely gets me hot,” he said, “so yeah, I sincerely like it. But…if I didn’t equate the taste with sex…well, let’s just say I probably wouldn’t spread it on my hamburger.”

She let out a loud, quick laugh, then informed him, “You’re getting a little gross here.”

He leaned closer, still wearing a sexy grin. “You started the conversation.”

Setting her wine aside, she twined her arms around his neck and said, “Well, now I’m finishing it,” and kissed him.

Of course, she tasted herself on his mouth, too—but again, the rawness of it only added to her desire. She’d just come, but she still wanted much more of him, particularly the part underneath the bubbles. And she’d long since ceased feeling shy.

Reaching down into the suds, she wrapped her hand full around his hard cock and listened to his low moan, watched his eyes fall shut. She’d done the same thing in the closet, but again, this was different.

Now she had the time to run her fist up and down his length, to squeeze and caress, explore. Mmm, God , he was huge. She’d realized that last night, yet a penis the size of his wasn’t the kind of thing a girl easily got used to.

“This is so much different than last time,” she said, letting her thoughts out. “That was so

rushed, so heated. And this is so much…slower. Better.”

A lecherous expression made its way onto his face. “This is still heated, babe. Very. ”

So true, so she only nodded—but this was…so much easier. It felt less like sinning. Simply because they were in his private room, someplace where there was no danger of being discovered.

Of course, she was over thinking this—she knew that. This was no better or worse than fucking him in that closet had been. This was just as dirty, just as brazen—more so in ways. But it felt better. Just to have this private time with him. Time to be playful. Time to be sexy.

And now, she decided, was the time to ride him, ride that hot, hard erection, take her fill of him, show him all the wanton lust that had been building inside her.

Letting her tongue slide sensually along her upper lip, she locked her gaze on his and moved to straddle him.

“Find something you like down there, my dirty girl?”

wanted it. “Mmm,” she purred, situating herself until she felt the head of his shaft right where she

“Then I’m gonna let you have it.” With that, he clamped his hands over her hips and

pushed her down to sheathe him.

They both groaned at the impact and Brenna knew she’d never been fuller—this position making him feel even larger than he had last night. “So big,” she murmured.

“Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” she sighed, then began to move on him.

Letting his palms close over her ass beneath the bubbles, Damon leaned in to deliver a sensuous tongue kiss that nearly turned her inside out. One kiss became two, and then more, more, as Brenna followed her body’s instincts, undulating on him in rhythmic circles that stimulated her clit with every hot revolution.

Soon, she moved harder, harder.

Peering up into her eyes, Damon whispered the same words she’d said to him last night.

“Fuck me, babe. Oh yeah. Fuck me. Just like that.”

It supercharged every sensation already pulsing through her body, turning her still more ravenous and wild. As Damon’s mouth closed over one sensitive nipple, she bucked against him, crying out. He suckled her hard, tight, and she thrust her breast deeper into his mouth, somehow wishing to have part of herself inside him just like he was inside her.

As she rocked on him, she grew aware that the water in the tub moved with them now, that she was making rough waves, some splashing out, bubbles flowing over the tub’s edge. But she was too lost in pleasure to care or stop or even slow down.

She dug her nails lightly into his chest, moaning her joy, loving the very decadence of this moment and how utterly free she felt—until she heard Damon say, “Brenna. Stop.”

Stunned—and slightly devastated—she went still. “Are you about to come? Because if you are, it’s okay. I already—”

“No, babe. You’re drowning me.”

Oh God. She’d totally missed the fact that he’d somehow gradually slipped down into the tub as she’d ridden him so vigorously, and now his face rested barely above the water, framed with bubbles. She gasped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize…” Then she eased off of his erection, since it seemed to be the only way he could sit up.

After which he grinned indulgently, water dripping from the ends of his long hair. “I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I was afraid you might push me under and not notice.”

Warmth stained her cheeks. “I’m an idiot.”

He lifted a wet hand to her face. “No, you’re a wild woman. Which I totally dig.

But…maybe this particular tub isn’t the best place for that position.”

All things considered, she couldn’t help feeling a little deflated—and thoroughly frustrated.

“I was…getting close.”

His gaze turned sexier, determined. “Don’t worry, babe—I’ll get you there.”

She bit her lip as his palms skimmed over her hips and higher, until he was cupping the sides of her breasts, stroking his wet thumbs across their tips—again, again.

“Oh…God…that’s nice.”

Letting his eyes fall half shut, he bent to flick his tongue across one turgid peak. Blowing on it lightly then—and sending yet another light rush of pleasure to her cunt—he leaned forward to speak low and deep in her ear. “Do you want my hard cock, Brenna?”

“Oh God, yes.”

He still teased her nipples, his breath coming warm on her neck. “Do you want it hard?

Deep?”

Oh my. True, this slower, more exploratory sex was extremely pleasant—but hard and deep were calling to her now, beckoning. She wanted to feel him like she had in the closet, pounding into her, making each stroke echo through every inch of her body. And she wasn’t sure exactly how they were going to accomplish that in the bathtub, but she was willing to find out. “Yes, baby. Yes.”

Damon lowered his hands to her waist and said, “Turn around.”

Careful not to slip, Brenna let him guide her until she faced away, on her knees. Like before, she caught sight of them in the mirrored wall straight ahead of her—a glimpse of her bared breasts, his firm hands on her behind, his eyes filled with dark intent.

“Bend over the edge of the tub. Lift your ass.”

Brenna did so, watching in the mirror to see Damon studying her rear—or more likely, what was between her thighs. Despite already being in a bathtub, her pussy grew wetter, and she wondered what she looked like from that angle. Instinctively, she gave her hips a playful wiggle, which drew him down to deliver a gentle kiss to her bottom. “Mmm,” she said, the tiny affection rippling all through her.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Uh-huh.”

She heard more than saw his naughty smile. “This wasn’t part of my plan, but I’ll be nice and give you a little more.”

“Okay.” Her voice came soft, almost childlike, so taken was she by such tender touches

from his mouth.

His kisses on her already-moist ass sent the sweetest pleasure she’d ever experienced echoing gently out through every limb. And then—oh!—came fingers, prodding her below, where she was so ready for him. A low cry escaped her when he pushed two inside her, and she moved against them instinctively. She’d quit watching in the mirror—her eyes had fallen shut and this was now all about feeling, absorbing, experiencing.

“More,” she heard herself say. “Fuck me.”

A gentle growl erupted from Damon’s throat, the warmth of his breath wafting over her bottom as he delivered one last gentle kiss—before the water started gyrating violently.

“What…?”she asked, opening her eyes.

She met Damon’s brown gaze in the mirror. “Turned on the Jacuzzi,” he said.

“Oh,” she sighed in response, realizing that the hard rush of water around her thighs, some

of it splashing up onto her pussy, was going to make this even better.

The next thing she knew, Damon’s cock arced upward through the valley of her ass, deliciously hard as he slid it back and forth, making her thrust back against it, simply needing to feel that hot erection anywhere—everywhere.

Then, finally, he plunged his full length inside her. Just like before, they both cried out at the initial entry—but there was no rest, no adjustment period to having the stone like column inside her before he began to drive, hard, hard, hard, exactly as he’d promised.

She heard her own mewling cries, felt the rough pleasure burst like skyrockets inside her, shimmering all the way out to her fingers and toes with every powerful thrust. Below, the water pulsated in tumultuous waves and the bubbles began to increase, growing like foamy white mountains around them.

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed, just barely able to form words but wanting desperately to let  him know she loved his cock slamming into her, loved how rough and wild Damon made  sex, how rough and wild he made her .

The suds in the tub continued going crazy, billowing still more until bubbles were almost all  Brenna could see. It was like being fucked in a white, sparkling cloud, and she sensed the bubbles overflowing the tub on all sides.

“Are you a bad girl?” Damon asked, still ramming into her, slick and deep.

“Yes!” she cried.

“Do you need to be punished?”

“Yes! Oh yes!”

With that, he brought the flat of his hand down to slap her ass as he delivered the next hot thrust.

“Oh!” she shrieked, the sensation heightening all others.

His hand came again, again, spanking her as he fucked her, the whole act turning her weak as a baby even as she drank in every ounce of delight. Never in her life had she experienced such overwhelming physical reactions that blocked out every emotion, every thought, leaving her body only to revel in the pure carnal joy of it.

She heard herself crying out, felt her ass driving back against him, her body responding

without her thought or consent. Not that she didn’t consent. She’d never enjoyed anything

more in her life.

Until the spanking stopped and his hand slid over her hip and down into her cunt.

A deep moan left her as his fingers sank into her folds, rubbing her so expertly that she didn’t even care how many other women he’d had to touch to learn to do it so well. No man had ever caressed her with such skill, so much like she would touch herself, in hot little circles, applying the perfect pressure each time his fingertips passed over her clit.

His hot cock still drove into her from behind and, just like his fingers, delivered perfect strokes.

Music still echoed from the outer room, but all Brenna heard now were Damon’s groans as he fucked her and the sound of her breath growing heavier, harder, as she lost herself in sensation.

“Oh God,” she heard herself murmur. “Close, baby. Close.”

She was going to come. It was so, so near.

His cock, his fingers, working together, almost as one, pushed her further, further.

“Oh!” she cried when the climax hit, rolling through her in warm, enveloping waves that  shook her, made her want to collapse—and Damon must have known that because while  one hand still stroked her slit, his other arm circled her waist, supporting her.

And it was just as the delicious pulses began to ebb that Damon—still thrusting deep—came, too. She felt it in the hot shudder of his body against hers, the deep groan of ultimate satisfaction, the whispered pleasure: “Ah…ah, fuck yes…yeah.”

They stayed quiet and still for a moment afterward, and only then did it strike Brenna how semi-weird and kinky things had gotten there for a minute with the spanking stuff. After which she let a broad smile spread across her face at the realization that semi-weird and kinky could be so much fun.

And that it didn’t even feel semi-weird or kinky…with Damon.

Talk about a week of training. She felt sure that when Jenkins had sent her off on this trip he’d had no idea she’d be getting a sexual education in addition to a professional one.

When finally she’d come back down to earth after her orgasm, enough to look around,

she was—oh dear God!—horrified by the mess. “Look at this place!”

Mounds of white bubbles had spilled to the floor, some flowing all the way to the vanity.

On the other side of the tub, in the tiled corners, the fluff had piled several feet high.

Behind her, Damon just laughed as he gently withdrew from her body and turned off the  Jacuzzi. “Don’t worry, babe,” he said. “Bubbles eventually melt. And I’m sure the maids have seen worse.”

Five

While Brenna extracted herself from the bubbles, Damon rescued her shoes—which, he announced, were damp but didn’t look damaged. She found her clothes, also predictably damp, beneath a pile of suds on the floor. After they toweled each other off, she looked back toward the tile enclosure still covered in white and said, “What about the wine?”