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“Join me?” Okay, it’s not much of a sentence, but it gets the job done.

Jasper pours himself a glass and climbs in behind me, settling my arse against his very fine cock. I’m not so insensible that I don’t notice his tiny thrusting motions. I press back, shifting till he’s nestled in the crease of my butt cheeks.

With a quiet moan, he brings his free hand up to tease my nipple, which is sitting just above the waterline, before he dips the sponge in the fragrant water and squeezes it out over my shoulders, my arms, the slope of my breasts.

My nipples tighten. His micro-thrusts get stronger. I press my arse harder into his lap. His teeth graze the length of my neck. We’re edging again. Time no longer exists. Nothing exists, but the sensations that are bringing my scorched nerves back to life.

Water sloshes, splashing over the rim of the tub onto the marble floor in warm, frothy waves, chased by our laughter.

“We can’t fuck in the bath. We’ll flood the room.” Another loud splash proves his point.

“We’d better get out then.” It’s a brave suggestion. I still don’t know if my legs will support me.

The bath is big enough that Jasper can gently float me forward and climb out. With one hand he helps me stand and lifts me over the deep edge, then envelops me in a fluffy white heated towel. Wrapping another around his waist, he sweeps an arm behind my knees. and once again I’m being carried. This time I’m alert enough to appreciate the flex and ripple of his muscles as he deposits me carefully on the bed, peeling back the now-damp towel and tossing it aside.

With a gentle grip on my ankles, he spreads my legs wide and pulls my arse to the edge of the mattress. It’s a tall bed. Just the right height.

Holding my hip with one hand, he grasps the base of his cock, dragging the head through my pussy, teasing my clit, spreading my flesh, tapping my entrance.

Our gazes meet, and in one thrust he’s inside me. His hips flush with mine.

God almighty. I’m already close.

So close. So full.

But I want to hang on. To hold off. To appreciate the glory of this man’s body.

His hands on my hips hold me steady through thrust after thrust. Fast and hard and deep.

I reach out a hand. Run my nails lightly down the ladder of his ab muscles as they flex and stretch with each ferocious thrust.

The other hand comes up to roll my nipple. His eyes gleam as he watches. Sweat trickles across his forehead, down his temple.

“I can’t hold …” he wheezes.

“Then don’t.” In response, I squeeze my internal muscles, gripping him as tight as I can and setting off my own release. With a strangled gasp I buck my hips, colliding brutally with his thrusts.

“Fuckkkk,” he shouts. Now it’s his turn to convulse. He falls forward onto me, every muscle jerking and twitching with his release. The unfamiliar sensation of hot cum filling me adds a whole new level of intensity, intimacy, drawing my orgasm out with his.

It’s a long time before either of us move or speak. My legs still hang over the edge of the bed, numb. Jasper is collapsed on top of me, face buried into the curve of my neck, hips pressed to mine. I don’t even know what his legs are doing.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, lips moving against my sweat-soaked skin.

“Well, I guess all those kegels are paying off at last.”

If either of us had the energy to laugh, we would. As it is, we huff out amused snorts, and with a herculean effort drag ourselves properly onto the bed so we can fall asleep, tangled together.

Once again, I wake up with aching muscles and an erection pressed against my arse cheeks.

It’s early. The sound of the birds’ dawn chorus is muted by the heavy glass doors that keep the cold night mist at bay. The sky beyond is pale, streaked with thin mauve and pink clouds.

I snuggle deeper into the covers, which has the delightful effect of sliding Jasper’s morning wood between my thighs.

I’m not even sure he’s awake until he slips his cock inside me.

“Good morning,” he murmurs.

“Yes, it is.” I sigh.