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d　forth　where　stomach　ended　and　lower　things　began。　His　fingers　slid　between　my　legs。
　I　gasped。　〃What　are　you　doing？〃
　He　rolled　his　eyes　upward；　mouth　still　pressed　low　on　my　stomach。　He　raised　his　face　just　enough　to　speak。　〃You　may　have　three　guesses；　ma　petite；〃　he　whispered。　He　put　a　hand　on　each　of　my　thighs　and　spread　my　legs　wider。　His　hand　slid　over　me；　exploring　me。
　My　mouth　was　suddenly　dry。　I　licked　my　lips　and　said；　〃I　don't　think　my　legs　will　hold。〃
　He　ran　his　tongue　down　my　hip。　〃When　the　time　es；　ma　petite；　I　will　hold　you。〃　He　kissed　his　way　down　my　thigh。　His　finger　slid　inside　of　me。　My　breath　fell　outward　in　a　sigh。
　He　kissed　the　inside　of　my　thighs；　running　his　tongue；　his　lips　along　my　skin。　The　feel　of　his　fingers　between　my　legs　tightened　my　body；　and　I　could　feel　the　beginnings　of　something　large　and　overwhelming。
　He　stood；　hand　still　between　my　legs。　He　bent　and　kissed　me；　long　and　slow。　The　movement　of　his　hand　matched　his　mouth。　Slow　and　lingering；　teasing　along　my　body。　When　his　fingers　plunged　inside　me；　I　cried　out；　shuddering　against　him。
　He　left　me　standing　in　the　water；　alone　and　shivering；　but　not　from　cold。　I　couldn't　even　think　enough　to　ask　where'd　he　gone。　He　appeared　in　front　of　me　with　a　condom　in　his　hand　like　he'd　plucked　it　from　the　air。　He　traced　the　foil　down　my　body。
　I　touched　him　while　he　unwrapped　it。　I　held　him　in　my　hands　and　felt　the　velvet　smoothness　of　him。　The　skin　was　unbelievably　soft。　He　drew　himself　gently　out　of　my　hands　with　a　shaking　laugh。
　When　he　was　ready；　he　picked　me　up；　hands　on　the　backs　of　my　thighs。　He　pressed　himself　against　me　without　entering；　rubbing　himself　where　his　hand　had　touched。　I　whispered；　〃Please。〃　He　spread　my　legs　and　eased　inside　of　me。　Slowly；　so　slowly　as　if　he　were　afraid　he'd　hurt　me；　but　it　didn't　hurt。
　When　he　was　sheathed　inside　me；　he　looked　at　me。　The　look　on　his　face　was　haunting。　Emotions　flowed　over　his　face。　Tenderness；　triumph；　need。　〃I　have　wanted　this　for　so　long；　ma　petite；　so　very　long。〃　He　eased　in　and　out；　slowly；　almost　tentatively。　I　watched　his　face　until　the　play　of　emotions　was　too　much；　too　honest。　There　was　something　like　pain　in　his　eyes；　something　that　I　didn't　even　e　close　to　understanding。
　The　movements　of　his　hips　were　still　slow；　careful。　It　was　amazing；　but　I　wanted　more。　I　brought　my　mouth　up　to　his　and　said；　〃I　won't　break。〃　I　pressed　my　mouth　to　his　hard　enough　to　feel　the　press　of　fangs。
　He　went　to　his　knees　in　the　water；　pressing　me　against　the　side　of　the　tub。　His　mouth　fed　at　mine；　and　there　was　a　small；　sharp　pain。　Sweet　copper　blood　filled　my　mouth；　filled　his　mouth；　and　he　plunged　inside　of　me；　hard　and　fast。　I　watched　him　in　the　mirrors。　Watched　his　body　ing　in　and　out　of　mine。　I　gathered　him　in　my　arms；　in　my　legs。　I　held　him　to　me；　feeling　his　body　plunging　inside　of　mine。　Felt　his　need。
　Someone　was　making　a　high　moaning　sound；　and　it　was　me。　I　wrapped　my　legs　around　his　waist。　The　muscles　in　my　lower　abdomen　spasmed；　tightened。
　I　pressed　my　body　against　Jean…Claude　as　if　I　would　climb　through　him；　into　him。　I　grabbed　a　handful　of　his　long　hair　and　watched　his　face　from　inches　away。　Watched　his　face　while　his　body　pumped　into　mine。　The　emotions　were　gone。　His　face　was　almost　slack　with　need。　Blood　spilled　down　the　corner　of　my　mouth；　and　he　licked　it　away；　his　body　tightening　against　me。
　He　slowed　the　rhythm　of　his　body。　I　felt　the　effort　strain　through　his　arms　and　back。　He　slowed。　Every　time　he　thrust　into　me；　it　was　like　I　could　feel　it　into　the　middle　of　my　chest。　As　if　he'd　grown　impossibly　large　within　me。　My　body　spasmed　around　him；　tightened　like　a　hand。　He　cried　out；　and　his　body　lost　its　rhythm。　He　plunged　inside　me　faster；　harder；　as　if　he　would　meld　our　bodies　together；　weld　us　into　one　flesh；　one　body。　A　wave　of　pleasure　burst　over　me　in　a　skin…tingling；　body…sweeping　rush。　It　burst　over　me　like　a　rush　of　cool　flame；　and　still　he　was　not　done。　Every　thrust　of　his　body　reached　inside　of　me　and　caressed　things　that　should　never　have　been　able　to　be　touched。　It　was　as　if　his　body　could　reach　the　places　his　voice　could　touch；　as　if　it　were　more　than　his　body　that　plunged　inside　of　me。　The　world　became　for　a　moment　a　shining　whiteness；　a　melting　thing。　I　dug　fingers　into　Jean…Claude's　back。　Noises　fell　from　my　mouth　that　were　too　primitive　for　screams。　When　I　realized　I　was　drawing　blood　on　his　back；　I　scratched　my　own　arms。　I　hadn't　asked　what　he　thought　about　pain。
　I　cuddled　around　him；　letting　him　hold　the　full　weight　of　my　body。　He　climbed　up　the　edge　of　the　tub；　lifting　me　out　of　the　water。　He　crawled　on　all　fours　to　the　raised　area　around　the　tub　with　me　hanging　onto　him。　He　lowered　his　body　and　I　moved　away　from　him。　He　slid　out　of　me　and　was　still　as　hard　and　ready　as　when　he　had　started。
　I　looked　at　him。　〃You　didn't　e。〃
　〃I　have　not　waited　this　long　to　end　it　so　quickly。〃　He　lowered　himself　in　a　sort　of　push…up　and　ran　his　tongue　down　one　of　the　scratches　on　my　arm。　He　rolled　his　tongue　around　his　lips。　〃If　you　did　this　for　my　benefit；　I　appreciate　it。　If　you　did　it　to　keep　from　damaging　me；　it　was　not　necessary。　I　do　not　mind　a　little　pain。〃
　〃Me；　either。〃
　He　slid　his　body　across　mine。　〃I　noticed　that。〃　He　kissed　me　slowly。　He　lay　beside　me；　then　scooted　until　he　was　lying　on　his　back　and　I　was　almost　back　in　the　tub。〃I　want　to　watch　you　move；　ma　petite。　I　want　you　above　me。〃
　I　straddled　his　waist　and　slid　slowly　over　him。　It　was　deeper　from　this　angle；　sharper　somehow。　His　hands　moved　up　my　body；　over　my　breasts。　He　lay　back　underneath　me。　His　long；　curling；　black　hair　was　almost　pletely　dry。　It　fanned　out　around　his　face　in　a　thick；　soft　wave。　This　was　what　I　wanted。　Seeing　him　like　this。　Feeling　him　inside　me。
　〃Move　for　me；　Anita。〃
　I　moved　for　him。　I　rode　his　body。　He　tightened　inside　me；　and　I　gasped。　I　watched　us　in　the　mirrors。　Watched　my　hips　swaying　above　him。
　〃Ma　petite；〃　he　whispered；　〃look　into　my　eyes。　Let　it　be　between　us　as　it　always　could　have　been。〃
　I　stared　into　his　dark　blue　eyes。　They　were　lovely；　but　they　were　just　eyes。　I　shook　my　head。　〃I　can't。〃
　〃You　must　let　me　inside　your　mind；　as　you　let　me　inside　your　body。〃　He　spasmed　inside　of　me；　and　it　was　hard　to　think。
　〃I　don't　know　how；〃　I　said。
　〃Love　me；　Anita；　love　me。〃
　I　stared　down　at　him　and　did。　〃I　do　love　you。〃
　〃Then　let　me　in；　ma　petite。　Let　me　love　you。〃
　I　felt　it　like　a　drape　being　pulled　away。　I　felt　his　eyes；　and　they　were　suddenly　drowning　deep；　an　endless　midnight　blue　ocean　that　somehow　managed　to　burn。　I　was　aware　of　my　body。　I　could　feel　Jean…Claude　inside　my　body。　I　could　feel　him　like　a　brush　of　silk　inside　my　mind。
　The　orgasm　hit　me　unexpectedly；　opened　my　mind　to　him　more　than　I'd　planned。　Flung　me　wide　open　and　falling　into　his　eyes。　He　cried　out　underneath　me；　and　I　realized　I　could　still　feel　my　body；　feel　my　hands　on　his　chest；　feel　my　pelvis　riding　him。　I　opened　my　eyes　and　for　a　dizzying　second　I　saw　his　face　go　slack；　that　moment　of　total　abandon。
　I　collapsed　on　top　of　him；　trailing　my　hands　down　his　arms；　feeling　his　heart　pound　against　my　chest。　We　lay　quietly　for　a　few　moments；　resting；　holding　each　other；　then　I　slid　off　him；　curling　beside　him。
　〃You　can't　hold　me　with　your　eyes　anymore。　Even　if　I　let　you；　I　can　still　break　the　hold　at　any　time。〃
　〃Yes；　ma　petite。〃
　〃Does　that　bother　you？〃
　He　lifted　a　lock　of　my　hair；　running　it　between　his　fingers。　〃Let　us　say　it　does　not　bother　me　as　much　as　it　might　have　a　few　hours　ago。〃
　I　raised　up　on　one　elbow　so　I　could　see　his　face。　〃Meaning　what？　That　now　that　I've　had　sex　with　you；　I'm　not　dangerous？〃
　He　stared　up　at　me。　I　couldn't　read　his　eyes。　〃You　will　always　be　dangerous；　ma　petite。〃　He　raised　upward；　bending　at　the　waist；　bringing　his　lips　against　mine　in　a　gentle　kiss。　He　moved　back　from　me　just　enough　to　speak；　propping　himself　on　one　arm。　〃There　was　a　time　when　you　would　have　taken　my　heart　with　stake　or　gun。〃　He　took　my　hand　in　his　and　raised　it　towards　his　mouth。　〃Now　you　have　taken　it　with　these　delicate　hands　and　the　scent　of　your　body。〃　He　kissed　the　back　of　my　hand　ever　so　gently。　He　lay　back；　drawing　me　with　him。　〃e；