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“
Oh
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
He
grabs
me
and
pulls
me
onto
his
lap
,
sloshing
water
all
over
the
floor
.
“
I
think
we
’
ve
done
enough
talking
for
now
.
”
He
clasps
his
hands
on
either
side
of
my
head
and
kisses
me
.
Deeply
.
Possessing
my
mouth
.
Angling
my
head
…
controlling
me
.
I
moan
against
his
lips
.
This
is
what
he
likes
.
This
is
what
he
’
s
so
good
at
.
Everything
ignites
inside
me
and
my
fingers
are
in
his
hair
,
holding
him
to
me
,
and
I
’
m
kissing
him
back
and
saying
I
want
you
,
too
,
the
only
way
I
know
how
.
He
groans
,
shifting
me
so
I
’
m
astride
him
,
kneeling
over
him
,
his
erection
beneath
me
.
He
pulls
back
and
looks
at
me
,
his
eyes
hooded
,
glowing
and
lustful
.
I
drop
my
hands
to
grab
on
to
the
edge
of
the
bath
,
but
he
grips
both
my
wrists
and
pulls
my
hands
behind
my
back
,
holding
them
together
in
one
hand
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
have
you
now
,
”
he
whispers
,
and
lifts
me
so
that
I
’
m
hovering
over
him
.
“
Ready
?
”
he
breathes
.
“
Yes
,
”
I
whisper
,
and
he
eases
me
on
to
him
,
slowly
,
exquisitely
slowly
…
filling
me
…
watching
me
as
he
takes
me
.
I
groan
,
closing
my
eyes
,
and
I
revel
in
the
sensation
,
the
stretching
fullness
.
He
flexes
his
hips
,
and
I
gasp
,
leaning
forward
,
resting
my
forehead
against
his
.
“
Please
,
let
my
hands
go
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
Don
’
t
touch
me
,
”
he
pleads
,
and
releasing
my
wrists
,
he
grabs
my
hips
.
Clasping
the
bath
ledge
,
I
move
up
and
then
down
slowly
,
opening
my
eyes
to
gaze
at
him
.
He
’
s
watching
me
,
his
mouth
open
,
his
breathing
halted
,
stilted
—
his
tongue
between
his
teeth
.
He
looks
so
…
hot
.
We
’
re
wet
and
slippery
and
moving
against
each
other
.
I
lean
down
and
kiss
him
.
He
closes
his
eyes
.
Tentatively
,
I
bring
my
hands
up
to
his
head
and
run
my
fingers
through
his
hair
,
not
taking
my
lips
from
his
mouth
.
This
is
allowed
.
He
likes
this
.
I
like
this
.
And
we
move
together
.
I
tug
his
hair
,
tipping
his
head
back
and
deepening
the
kiss
,
riding
him
—
faster
,
picking
up
the
rhythm
.
I
moan
against
his
mouth
.
He
starts
to
lift
me
faster
,
faster
…
holding
my
hips
.
Kissing
me
back
.
We
are
wet
mouths
and
tongues
,
tangled
hair
,
and
moving
hips
.
All
sensation
…
all
consuming
again
.
I
am
close
…
I
am
starting
to
recognize
this
delicious
tightening
…
quickening
.
And
the
water
…
it
’
s
swirling
around
us
,
our
own
whirlpool
,
a
stirring
vortex
as
our
movements
become
more
frantic
…
sloshing
everywhere
,
mirroring
what
’
s
happening
inside
me
…
and
I
just
don
’
t
care
.
I
love
this
man
.
I
love
his
passion
,
the
effect
I
have
on
him
.
I
love
that
he
’
s
flown
so
far
to
see
me
.
I
love
that
he
cares
about
me
…
he
cares
.
It
’
s
so
unexpected
,
so
fulfilling
.
He
is
mine
,
and
I
am
his
.
