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I scramble out of the dress as quickly as possible and leave my bra on, grateful for the bubbles. But when I look down, the bra has pushed my tits up so they’re basically floating. I take it off and throw it over the side. “Okay, I’m ready,” I say breathlessly. I’m across the tub from him.

He opens a lazy eye and gives me a slow grin. My whole body trembles. “I’m hoping the water will relax you,” he says. “And I have oil. Would you like a massage? Turn around and I’ll start with your shoulders.”

My core clenches again, but I gratefully turn my back to him and slide back. It’s easier when I don’t have to look at him.

He pulls me back and suddenly I’m between powerful thighs. He hasn’t moved me so close I can feel his erection, but I know it’s there. When his oily hands touch my shoulders, I melt.

“You can say stop at any time,” he says into my ear. “But be aware, I intend to give you a full body massage,” he purrs, and emphasizes the word ‘full.’

He takes his time with my back and shoulders, and by the time his hands are snaking around my waist and pulling me in closer, I’m no longer self-conscious.

Flush against him, his erection is pressed hard between us as he massages my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers while he nibbles at my neck. “So beautiful,” he says, when his hands dip between my thighs.

If we weren’t in water, I know I’d be dripping. His fingers toy lazily with my clitoris. Pleasure sparks in little bursts from his fingers. I’ve never had an orgasm before. I’ve tried with toys, but it never seemed right - never worked the way I was told it should.

But now I can feel something in me building, and it feels strange not to have my arms around him in this vulnerable moment. When the building pressure feels so intense it’s as if I might burst, I turn around, straddle him, and kiss him hard. I’ve kissed a few men in my life, but it’s been a long time. Maybe that’s why I don’t mind how strange his mouth is - wide, with a thick, wet tongue. It still feels good.

He stiffens and doesn’t kiss me back. I pull back and catch his eye. His cock is rock hard between us, so I know he’s still interested. But maybe my makeup has run, or my hair has gone flat in the heat of the bath. Maybe the illusion of beauty around me has faded in the steam. Or I’ve done something wrong. “What is it?” I ask, stomach sinking.

He looks at me with discomfort. “My last wife did not enjoy kissing,” he says, with an unhappy downturn of the lips. “I have had little practice.”

I laugh out loud, my fear relieved at the self-conscious look in his bovine eyes. “You are a god. I’m sure you can handle it.” I kiss him again, and this time, take my time. He’s hesitant at first, but soon we’ve found a flow, and he makes a satisfied rumbling sound deep in his chest. By the time he’s done, I’m moaning and writhing against him, and his hands are kneading into my ass.

When he pulls back again, his gaze is molten. “I want to see you come on my tongue, spread underneath me like the goddess you are. Can you do that for me, Kate?”

The idea of being that exposed to anyone like that would have made me hesitate yesterday, but it’s hard to care with him pressed against me, his open fire scent filling my senses.

“Yes,” I breathe, and he lifts me out of the water, hands under my buttocks, and carries me to the bedroom.

We’re dripping everywhere, but I don’t care as he throws me down on the king-sized bed. The sheets feel divine, and under his ministrations I feel like a goddess. I stretch out and enjoy the sight of his naked body towering above me.

The skin across my entire body tingles, and it’s not the cold of the air on my damp skin. I’m sensitive everywhere - to the feel of his heated gaze on my skin. I’ve never felt so aroused. I know I won’t have to reach for the pleasure, or concentrate hard as I have in the past on my own, finally giving up in frustration. My body feels transformed with desire for him.

When he bends his head and his tongue laps at my clitoris, his huge tongue feels like it’s everywhere - toying with me, revealing pleasures I didn’t think possible. I’m a wanton thing, writhing beneath him, small needy sounds I’ve never made before filling the air.

And when he plunges his fingers inside me, my sounds grow louder as I cry out in shock and pleasure. I’m a wild thing, untamed, as he sucks hard on my clitoris, as his fingers find just the right spots inside me.

Before long an earthquake of an orgasm clenches and quakes through every muscle in my body. There’s no mistaking it, that moment of pure bliss ripping apart my senses in ecstasy. And it happened far quicker than I was expecting, under his expert ministrations.

The quakes leave me gasping, and the pleasure lingers on for longer than I thought possible, with his tongue still lapping at my sensitive core. But eventually, I’m spent, and his tongue is still going.

‘I… I’ve come,” I gasp, my head light and floating, my body prone and useless under his expert ministrations. There’s no way he couldn’t tell I’ve just had the orgasm of my life. But he continues to lap at me, causing tingles to fire through my exhausted limbs.

His cock is in his fist when he pulls back to speak to me. “But you are not ready. Soon, my goddess, you will beg me to fill you with seed.”

I look dubiously at his enormous cock. It’s an intimidating member. But he presses two fingers inside me again, turning the tingles into waves, and the ability to speak leaves me as he crawls up the bed for more slow, languorous kisses.

I’m dizzy when he pulls his hands and mouth away from me. His eyes roam every inch of my body before returning to my face. There’s something in his expression again, some hesitation that makes me frown.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I would like to watch you when I breach you for the first time,” he says. His gaze skitters away from me. “But I understand if that’s not something you want.”

I quirk a confused smile. “Of course,” I say. “Why wouldn’t I want that?” The vulnerability in his expression makes me lift a hand to his face. “Taurus?”

He meets my gaze reluctantly. “My most recent wife… she preferred I take her from behind,” he says, with a rueful, small smile. “I would understand if that is your choice.”

Understanding crashes into me. I hurt for him, for this gorgeous specimen of manhood that was made to feel so small. And it makes me feel less silly for being self-conscious about my own body.